I contemplated on what to make for dinner as I scanned through the kitchen and check the ingredients available. It was a hard choose to make as the store was full of many items.
Since it was dinner, I decided to make pancakes and some scrambled eggs. It was one of the simplest meal I liked to prepare when I was still with my parents.
My stepmom would compliment me and praise me soo much. I missed her. I know if she had her way, she wouldn't have allowed me get married to Alfredo. Not I just have to accept my fate.
I began to prepare the the meal as quick as possible before Alfredo gets back. I didn't understand why Sandra never made meals for Alfredo even when she claims to love him.
Shameless bitch. I hoped that one day, I would be able to teach her a lesson or two.
I took out the plates and arranged the dining table. When I came to the house, I found out that Alfredo had maids who did all the chores and cooking but as soon as he married me, he sent them away but still paid their salaries.
I'm a human just like him, but I didn't understand why he would punish me like this. Well, chores and cooking has never been a hard thing for me.
The dining table finally set and the kitchen cleaned, I went up to my room to shower and change to my night wear. I looked at the time and realized that it was already past eleven. Alfredo always got back from where ever he was by nine.
Is he still spending time with Sandra? The thought of it made me angry. I shouldn't be feeling this way, this is a man who does love me and although we are married, I'm a slave.
I was alone. Alfredo made sure I lost all connections with anyone I was ever close with, he said it was part of my punishment.
For what, I dare not ask because I didn't have the courage.
My stomach began to rumble due to the fact that I didn't have anything to eat all day. I went down to the kitchen to have some food and just as I was eating on the dining table, Alfredo walked in looking drunk.
I quickly jacked up from the chair and try to swallow the last bit of pancake in my mouth. Fear gripped me, I knew I was going to get punished for sitting in the dining room to eat.
The first time I sat in the dining, I was made to scrub the whole floor and my finger hurt so badly that I couldn't feel them.
He began to stagger towards my direction and I scanned the hall looking for a safe place where I could run to just Incase he wanted to attack me.
"My…y lovely wife."
I bowed my head but continued to monitor his movements.
"What for dinner?" He asked as soon as he finally made his way to the dining hall and hteanbed a seat. I felt bad seeing him drunk but I had to dismiss the feeling.
"I…I made you pancakes and scrambled eggs." I stammered while answering his question.
He gestured for me to scoop his meal and I did as he watched me. Passing the plate to him, he began to devour the food like a beast. I looked at him in surprise.
Did he like my food or was it and effect of the alcohol?
In the next few minutes, he finished the meal and requested for another ehich I gave to him. When he was done. He stood up and try to make his way to his room only to stumble and fall.
Out of pity seeing his in such a miserable state, I decided to help him not knowing it was my greatest mistake.
I grabbed him up and place one of his had in my neck and carefully helped him up the stair. Where was his bitch who claimed to love him?
Finally in his room, I dropped him on his bed and trying to walk away but I realized something was hold holding the hem of my night gown.
Alfredo.
"Stay with me." He pleaded like a child.
I didn't want to take the risk because I was sure when he wakes up to see me, it would be a very big issue.
"Let go of me Alfredo. I need to clean up the dining." I said.
"You can do that tomorrow." He replied.
Before I could say another word, he pulled me to the bed and in no minute was untop of me.
"Please, let me go."
"I've missed you Sandra."
The mention of her name angered me. So all this while he thought I was Sandra and that's why he didn't cause a scene when he saw me eating in the dining hall.
I tried to push him away but then, held both of my hands tightly and began to trail kisses in my neck then used his free hand to caress my nipples which were already hardened.
"Please, let me go." I begged.
It seems my plea aroused him the more. I could already feel his length in between my legs. I'm no time he yanked my Nigtie down my breast and began to suck on my nipples making my moan in pleasure.
I couldn't stop my tears from flowing. I was a virgin and didn't plan on getting disflowered by a ruthless man like Alfredo.
My feelings were mixed. I wanted him and I didn't want him to but he was literally stronger than me and I couldn't pull him off me.
His hand found it's way to my pant and to my entrance which was already wet.
"You are already wet for my bad." He said with a smirk.
I tried to close my leg out of embarrassment but his legs held mine in place.
"I'm not Sandra." I said thinking it would make him let me go once he realized that it wasn't his first love but his next action shocked and I knew that the night was going to be my worst night.