. THE CEO’S
BLOCKHEADED
WIFE??
*She’s stubborn and Sassy???
__But she’s still his baby?♥️??
Billionaire Romance
Comedy?
Rated 18+
Don’t Copy Or Repost!!!
Written by Nnenna
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CARMEN’S POV
“So shall we?” He asked as he led me to a seat and made me sit down. I looked around the room. The whole place still looked so strangely beautiful to me. I don’t know where he brought me and why I’m here but this room was so large, filled to the brim with designer materials, electric sewing machines, the room was so classy.
I have been to his house, to his room for more than three times now but I never knew that there’s another heaven which I haven’t seen or known about him.
“Did you design everything here? These dresses and suits and coats? Shoes? Bags?” I asked as I stood up and walked around the whole space. I felt the materials, the beauty in the clothes. The shoes, heels, the bags. The silky, the lacy clothe materials.
I’ve never been this overwhelmed about something until I fed my eyes with the things I saw in this room. I was getting drawn into this little world of clothing and designs.
“They’re beautiful.” I mumbled even as he kept quiet, watching me carefully. With his hands on his waist, and a smile at one corner of his lips.
“Is it?”
I nodded my head as I turned to look at him again.
“This is my little creation.” He said and I was staring at him with lots of admiration in my eyes. It’s like my heart just found him again and fell in love with him again. It was like I’m meeting him for the first time. My heart beating like crazy for him.
I didn’t know he was this creative, I didn’t know he could be this mighty and have great hands and great mind for things like this and yet, they condemn him. They call him names and make him feel less of himself.
When he’s actually a great being. If he did all these magic that I’m seeing infront of me, then, he should be the lord of all when it comes to clothing, to shoes, to heels, to everything that concerns fashion designing. If he was this good, why take me to the designer companies they own instead of showing me what he can do.
“You did all these?” I asked. Not like I doubted him but I enjoyed seeing his face smiling as he watched me.
“Yes. Can you sit down now and let’s start something?” He said and went into the inner room. I didn’t know that a room apart from this one existed until I stood and followed him and I was shocked by the sight I saw.
“Wow! This is all yours? You own all these clothe designs and materials? This sewing machines?”
“Are you surprised?”
I nodded.”Yes. I’m very much surprised.”
He smirked. “Come here.” He beckoned to me and I came close. “I need to measure you.” He said as he took hold of his measuring tape and ran it down my length from head to toe.
And then he was chuckling. “What? Why are you laughing?”I asked.
“You’re so tiny. 152cm, Tsk. It’s worth laughing.” He was cracking up, shaking as he laughed. I’ve never seen him shake up in laughter like this and it felt so refreshing to hear him laugh. The sound, it calmed my soul.
“You’re so small.” He said as he ran the length of the tape on me again. “Look at this. My wife is so little. It’s so much like I’m gonna make a baby dress for you.”
I frowned. “That’s enough. You’re going overboard.”
“So sorry but, who did you take after? Your father is so tall.”
I furrowed my brows. I crossed my hand under my chest. “Or is it your mother? Is she small? Or…”
“Cardo. That’s enough.” I said in a stern voice and he stopped laughing even though the trace of laughter was still written all over his face.
He measured my shoulder, his eyes falling on my neck and then he touched my arms, I shrunk a bit as the heat of his hands touched me. I gulped and tried not to look at his face and his eyes too.
Then he turned me around, his hands touched my waist as he wound the tape around it, his fingers poking my butts, my legs were beginning to shake because of the effect of his touch on me.
“Aren’t you done yet?”I asked out of nervousness. I didn’t want him to notice that my legs were shaking for him or that my heart was breaking out for him.
“Just stay still.” He said as he ran the length of his fingers on my ribs. “Hm. You’re sizeable and cute. So cute.” He said as he touched my back.
I blinked twice. I clutched my dress so I won’t lose myself or fall into him any moment from now.
Then he turned my front to himself, he was staring into my eyes and his fingers were brushing my hair bangs. And he was smiling at me the next minute.
“I’m done now. I will make something beautiful for you.” He said tucking my hair to the back of my ears and in the process, his fingers tickled my ears and I shuddered.
He smiled and carried me in his arms and then sat me down on a chair.
Then he set to work after he picked out the most beautiful and the fairest of all his lacy material. I watched him tear it all apart with his scissors. I watched his arms, the rise and fall of his large muscles, the veined fingers and then his rolled up sleeves with the hairs on his arms sticking out and looking so shiny in my eyes.
I can’t be less grateful to God for giving him to me. He’s the perfect man. I don’t think I can ask for anything else but him.
The way he works, it’s so sëxy. I was drooling as I watched him rip the materials into pieces and pick them out again.
It’s so sëxy and hot watching him sweat so badly as he sat down on the sewing machine, placing the clothe on the machine and running the thread all over it. And then he was checking it all over again. He was mapping out the failed parts and he was going over everything again.
Then he was sighing, touching the back of his forehead looking so frustrated. I guess he haven’t designed a wedding dress before. But it’s fun watching him try.
Then our eyes met. “Are you hungry? It’s getting late. Do you want me to take you home?” He asked and I shook my head.
“No. I’m fine. I want to stay here and watch you till the end.”
He smiled and resumed work again. Then he was checking out the Fashion Magazines of the Alejandrozz which were stacked inside the shelf.
“Uhm. I haven’t designed anything in a while. That’s why I’m messing it all up.” He suddenly said.
“Why?”
“Huh?”
“Why haven’t you designed anything in a while?”
Not stopping what he was doing; “Because I didn’t want to compete with my sisters. It sulks to be so good at everything. Tsk! They don’t even appreciate my works. They call it trash. They don’t think I’m good enough at all.”he said and paused for a while before he continued.
“Being the last child and the first son of the house, and ruling over them, it’s hard.” He said the last words with so much emphasis on the HARD.
I pitied him. My heart called out for him. And my anger began to sprout again. I wanted to crush anyone who stood in his way. I wanted to cut every being who did as much as give him a bad stare. Who are they? Who do they think they are? A god?
He stopped what he was doing, smiling; “I know, I’m not good at clothe designing but I will try and make a wedding dress for you.”
I nodded my head and relaxed while he resumed working again.
His whole being made me tremble. It broke my heart. Everything about him. He smiles so much yet, he have been hurt so much. Just because he’s so kind and so soft, everyone tramples on him.
How hard it must’ve been for him when he was growing up. How much he put up with everyone especially his three sisters. I sighed out loudly and he looked up to my face.
“What? Are you okay?” He asked getting worried and I shook my head.
“I’m fine. I’m just wondering why you’re so cool about everything happening to you.”
He smirked. “Cool?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I mean, you suffer a lot. In such a large home where everyone is so skilled, talented, smart and intelligent, you’re always struggling to be noticed at all times. You stomach every insult. You let everyone talk to you as they wanted and then you curl up to yourself and sulk all alone. You don’t want to hurt anyone. You just want to understand everyone as they are. Isn’t that being cool?”
His smile was getting wider on his face. Then it faded a bit. “I don’t want problems. I don’t want to fight with my sisters. They’re all bigger than me.”
I scoffed. His sisters. I pray they never mess with me again. Or mess with him too. I’m not Cardo. Neither am I an Alejandro. I’m a Sebastian and they won’t dare try me. I scoffed again.
“What are you thinking?”
“Just do what you’re doing.” I snapped and he got back to the clothing. He was reshaping the clothe again. His scissors worked so fast.
His skillful hands, I imagined him having those hands on my body, paying full attention to how he’s making me feel just like he’s paying attention to that pieces of clothing he’s trying to join together.
Just like he’s trying to join them together, I imagined him joining his feelings with mine. Our body__one. His breathe__on mine and my breathe__on his. One rhythm, just like the sound of his sewing machine.
I imagined him spreading me out like that clothe, touching my very ends, cutting out the useless feelings which are not needed just like he’s doing to that clothe with his scissors.
I imagined his hands on my center, stroking, feeling and pulling my whole world apart. I gulped.
His muscles. I wanted to touch them. I wanted to measure him too. Every part of him, from his head, to his eyes, nose, lips and his neck. I loved the way his Adam’s apple jumped each time he’s swallows.
And his collar, his big chest, his abs__Cardo’s beauty won’t be the death of me. It never will be but if he becomes the death of me, I will die happily.
I wish he can let me even catch a glimpse of his body if he’s never gonna do it with me just yet.
And why was he not moved when he saw me naked? He didn’t look fazed at all. Am I a stone? Does he even see me as a woman at all? I scoffed. I guess Lucia is more woman-like to him than I am.
Did he ever sleep with her? Huh! I suddenly sprang up from my seat and went over to his side and then I grabbed his hair and knocked him the next minute.
“Ouch! Why did you do that?” He asked while I rolled my eyes in anger.
“Did you ever bring Lucia to this place?” I asked as it just occurred to me that I might not be the first woman that he’s bringing to this place.
“Is that why you hit me like that?”
“And I’m gonna hit you again if you don’t answer me now.” I asked grabbing the collar of his shirt. He knows that I’m gonna hit him so well if I wanted to because he’s sitting while I’m standing. Though, his *sitting down* is like *standing up* to me. That is, he’s sitting down but he’s the same height with me who is standing up.
“Yes. Lucia have been here before. But that was once!”
“What!! How dare you bring her here!” I raised my hand to hit him and he held my hand in the air.
“Carmen! Que te ha pasado? (What has come over you?)”
“Did you sleep with her?”
RICARDO’S POV
Okay.
What has come over her again? She have been quiet. She have been acting sweet all along and now, what’s she?
Why is she angry? Why is she hitting me and why is she asking stupid questions!
“Respóndeme!! (Answer me!!)”
“Look Carmen, what ever thing I had with Lucia is in the past already.”
“Did you sleep with her?” She snapped again and I was so speechless on what to say.
Now she’s acting scary. Giving me those scary gazes. I can’t even appease her at this moment.
“Uh…”
“Uh what? Did the devil bite off your tongue!!!”
“Carmen, can you calm down?” I asked as I stood up from my seat, swallowing hard and bending my neck so as to be able to peer into her face.
“Did you sleep with her?”
“Why does it matter now?”
“That’s not my question Cardo!” She yelled and grabbed the scissors pointing it at me.
I got scared. Why does she want to know? If I say no or yes, it won’t put me out of trouble. Wh@tëver I answer is gonna be a bad choice.
“Did you sleep with her?”
“Yes I slept with her but we were dating then.”
“What? You slept with that witch!!!” Her voice rung out shocking me to the marrow.
“Carmen.” I tried to hold her but she pointed the scissors at me.
“Don’t come close.”
“Carmen, what’s wrong with you? Why are you bringing up Lucia now?”
“Because you slept with her! Because you shared everything with her! You might’ve designed a dress for her too! Or didn’t you?”
“I didn’t. I never did.”
“And how am I supposed to believe you?”
I grabbed her into my arms and she struggled to get away but I didn’t let her. I back hugged her. “Stay still.” I whispered into her ear.
“Just let me go now!!”
But I didn’t. Until she was calm again and melting into my arm. Until she was holding me and never wanting to let go. “Carmen, why do things like that get you so worked up?”
“Just shut up.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t let me catch you with her. You will be good as dead.”
“I know. And I’m never gonna be with her again.” I replied touching her hair and kissing her forehead.
And then she was hugging me tight to herself, her tiny hands touching my muscles, measuring them with her tiny fingers.
I smirked. What does she think she’s doing? Her hands came to my chest and then, I felt her fingers poking my abs and I nearly gasped out in pleasure.
“You’re so bulky. So big everywhere and yet so small in my eyes.” She said and I pulled away from the hug to look at her face.
“I look small in your eyes?” That sentence hits different. If anyone is small between us, then it’s her. So how can she call me small?
“Yes. You’re so tiny. Like you still wanna suckle mama’s Brë@št.”
What?
Then she was giggling. “You’re so small. So so so small.”
“How can you call me small. I’m so much taller than you.”
“I know. But that doesn’t mean that you’re not small.”
What? Is she having eye problems too? Is something wrong with her dumb brain? Or it’s her height affecting her? Or is she teasing me?
“If this is a joke, better stop it Carmen.” I warned playfully but she was serious.
“I’m not joking. You are small in my eyes and you’re such a softie. You are like a girl. A little baby girl. You make me feel like a big sister all the time.”
What?
Big sister?
A little baby girl?
And she was giggling. And she was jumping to make her hand reach my head. And I bent my head lower for her and she was fluffing my hair giggling.
“Awwwn. Such a little baby girl.”
I frowned. “What? I’m not a baby girl.”
“Then what are you?”
“A man! I’m your man!”
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Huh??
TO BE CONTINUED…
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