Undefiled Queen

Merlyn’s POV

Things were moving pretty fast in my life and I was getting apprehensive about what the things would land me into.  Within 2 days was my uncle’s operation.  The doctor gave us a hope that my uncle would be able to lead a near normal life after the surgery.

Stephen had arranged everything including the money for my uncle’s operation for which I will ever be grateful to him.  Whenever I speak about it, he brushes it away saying that it was his duty towards my uncle. I do not understand what sort of duty. We have very recently gone engaged in only a private ceremony, not many people know about it. And I do not think he is indebted to my family in any way. It is his kindness and generosity that he tries to make me feel helping my family is a part of his duty.

We came from his parent’s house very late at night. Since the time my uncle had the accident, my aunt has stayed with him in the hospital itself. It feels like the hospital literally became her home because she bathes, gets ready, goes to work and comes back to the hospital instead of reaching home.

I texted my brother, I would be home the next morning.  Normally he would query me with several questions for the protective brother, he is.  But now that he knows about my relationship with Stephen, he sometimes calls him directly whenever I am late to home.  Stephen in turn keeps a track of every movement I make. In fact he reminds me of my father sometimes.   He is very possessive about me that at times it pisses me off. At the end of everything, I’m not a baby. But I have to remind him of that everyday.

It was eight in the night, almost dinner time.  Stephen told me that he would cook but I insisted.  He was busy with work in the morning, then took me to his parent’s house and drove us back.  Stephen always wanted that privacy between us when I am traveling with him and always insisted on him driving me personally.  I mean without a driver.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

I am a bit lazy at times but when its anything related to Stephen I wanted to do it all by myself.  So I insisted on cooking a healthy meal for him.  He might be hungry.  We had a whole 4 hours of ride on the busy roads of New York as his parent’s house was on the outskirts of the city.  I cooked vegetable soup, Chicken tortillas and lasagna which are his favorite dishes.  I arranged the table for the two of us with plates and glasses and was waiting for my prince charming at the table.

Stephen on the other hand went to shower.  I was feeling immensely hungry and tired.  I want to eat fast and go to bed.  So, hurriedly I climbed the steps to his bedroom and knocked in order to make sure he hadn’t dozed off because he was equally tired.  When I slightly opened the door to get inside, he looked into me with his seductive eyes ‘you don’t have to be formal with me.  This is going to be your house very shortly and I am your husband to be.   You can move and roam around any part of this house without any hesitation.”  He spoke with conformity and those words swelled my heart.

My handsome was only in his towel with his perfectly carved body and water dripping down his hair.  I was having a hard time controlling my senses.  I fidgeted with my fingers and moved towards him.  He had a naughty smile on his face, probably understanding my emotions.  He tugged me on my waist pulling me closer to him.  When I was just in front of him in his arms he wiggled his hair with his fingers and droplets of water flew up on my face.  I blushed instantly and commanded him to ‘sit”.

I took a towel from his closet and stood between his legs while he was seated at the end of his bed.  My thighs were brushing his bare legs leaving me burnt everywhere we touched.  I pulled his head closure to my chest and started drying his hair with the towel in my hands.  His hands were wrapped securely around my waist and both of us were enjoying our sweet moment in perfect silence.

After his hair was completely dry I left him to get dressed but he held my arm.  I turned to face him.  Pointing to the closet he said ‘there are dresses in there for you to wear.  Take a shower and put on any one of them and get down fast.  I will be there waiting for you in the study doing my work.”  I nodded to him in confirmation and opened the closet and was amazed at the variety of dresses it carried.  It had varieties of party wear, casual wear clothes and even lingeries and nightwear.  I held my jaw open and looked at Stephen completely surprised.  Without even looking at me he casually replied, getting dressed ‘you are going to be wife of a billionaire, what do you think?  Pick one of them and get dressed fast.” was his simple yet dominating reply.  After a few seconds he spoke again ‘whenever I went out of the city and the country I picked up dresses for you whichever I felt attractive and would look good on you.”  He looked intense for a while and then spoke again ‘shopping for you has been my hobby since…” He was drowned in thoughts, corrected his throat and then spoke again. “I felt you as ‘mine’ , something which I enjoyed even when you were not there with me.”  He came out with his truthful revelation. But at times he felt weird. Was he hiding anything from me?

I showered myself and got into a casual pink T-shirt which had a Barbie painting on it accompanied with black sweatpants.  Coming down the stairs I stood at the door of his study which was left open and asked ‘ready to eat?”  He looked at me from top to bottom in awe and complemented me ‘You look indeed a princess,” he paused pointing to me a finger ‘in that pink Barbie top.”  I blushed at his comment and he beckoned me to come inside pulling me into his lap.  I put my head on his chest.  The first two buttons of his dress shirt were undone exposing his hairy chest.  I inhaled deeply enjoying his intoxicating scent.  After a few minutes, he completed his work at the study with me in his lap and we went to the dining room.  I served both of us in our respective plates when he spoke quietly ‘why are two plates necessary for us?  We can always have dinner in one.”  Saying it he emptied the other plate and pulled me to his lap.  I was seated comfortably on his legs and he slowly put small morsels of food in my mouth with himself eating simultaneously.  He moaned, enjoying the food and said ‘very tasty.  You are a good cook.”  He complimented me.  We ate the food in complete silence and he continued to feed me in my mouth.  We enjoyed the food in each other’s close proximity.

After a while I sat watching TV for some time, he completed his work in the study and both of us went up the stairs to the bedroom.  I gestured to the guest room but he said ‘Why is it necessary?  We are both engaged.”  Saying this he pulled me to the bed with him laid close to me.  I rested my head in one of his arms and buried my face in his chest.  I ran my hands on his hairy chest and closed my eyes feeling secured in his arms.  He kissed the crown of my head wrapping his other arm around my waist, he mumbled ‘you smell amazing Flower.”  I smiled. “Why does your endearment of calling me Flower always sound familiar? It feels like I was called many years ago with the same name by someone.”

He suddenly stiffened hearing my statement and his face became red like somebody stepped on his little cat.

“Let us go to sleep.” He changed the topic all of a sudden going cold and getting me clueless.

Stephen is very caring and possessive but at times he behaves extremely bizarre which knocks the hell out of me.