Sophie’s POV
“Checkmate.” Vincent declared with a serious tone of voice and without any smirk on his face like he usually does.
I heaved a deep sigh. “Can I even win against you?”
“It’s your fault, you should’ve at least asked a better coach to teach you how to play chess.” He said.
“I’m just a slow-learner. It’s not his fault.”
“Come here.” He said, ignoring me.
I slowly moved closer to him, making us sit beside each other face-to-face. Vincent looked at me straight in the eyes before he finally searched through my whole body. “I already claimed your neck, ears, and hands. What shall I conquer next?”
My heart began beating so fast when his eyes landed on my lips.
“Do you know how much I want to conquer your lips?”
I bit my lower lip as I averted my gaze.
“Want me to bite it for you?”
“W-What?!”
“Just kidding. No matter how much I want to taste every inch of your mouth, I still would love to conquer it last.”
What’s the point of conquering it last when he’ll surely get it anyway? And besides, he already kissed me two times.
Wait, did I just sound like I want him to kiss me again? No way!
“I’ll choose this one instead.” He said as he touched my hair.
“M-My hair?”
“Uh-huh. From now on, your hair is mine. I will be the one to decide if you’ll let it down, or tie it up. No one is allowed to touch your hair except me.”
“Whatever.” I said.
I was surprised when Vincent suddenly pulled my hair gently and moved his face close to my neck. “You don’t know how addicted I am to your smell, Sophie…” he whispered which automatically brough shivers down to my spine. I could feel his breathe on my neck and it brought me tickles in different parts of my body. I wasn’t able to stop myself from moaning when he started nibbling my ear. I held onto his shirt just so I wouldn’t end up lying on the couch but I was leaning towards him.
His lips traveled down my neck, kissing and biting it gently while caressing my hair. I don’t even know why but all I could feel was pleasure as if I didn’t want him to stop.
“That’s all for now.” I almost pulled him back when he suddenly stopped.
“O-Okay.” I said, hiding my flushed face from him.
“You should go to sleep now, Sophie.”
I nodded. I fixed my hair and my shirt and I was about to stand up when I suddenly remember something. “By the way, Vincent.”
“Huh?”
“They are your parents, right? I mean, those two who came here a while ago?”
“Yes.” He replied immediately.
“You look exactly like your father. Well, except from his mole under his right eye. And he also looks strict like you. Although—
“You should sleep now, Sophie.” He cut me off.
I looked at him. “Vincent. I think you need to apologize to them.”
“What?”
“Those words that you said to them, you should take them back. They are your parents after all.”
“I don’t care about them.”
“You should care about them, they are your parents.”
Vincent stood up and looked at me. “They never treated me as their own son, so why would I even treat them as my parents? They only cared about my older brother, and now they came here just to prove that.”
“But Vin—
“Shut up, Sophie! You don’t know anything about them as much as you don’t know anything about me. I never allowed you to mess with my own things!”
My mouth was agape. Tears began filling my eyes. “Oh well, you are right. I have no right to barge into your personal life since I am just your wife. No, more like a pleasure slave or an entertainer, or maybe a past time. I will never ask you about anything again.” I said as I started walking towards the door of his room. “I would just like to remind you that you are so lucky to have such parents that cares for you. That you still have a mother. I hope you don’t regret treating them like that.”
“I said get the hell out of my room!”
“Fine!” I yelled back then I slammed the door.
Why is he even like that?
I’m just asking him to apologize to his parents, what’s wrong with that?
I hate him!
I lay down on my bed and hugged my pillow when tears suddenly streamed down my face.
Why am I crying?
He’s so lucky because he still has his parents who cares about him. He still has his mom who love him. While me, no one cares about me. No one cares about what I feel or what’s happening to me. I don’t have someone to run into whenever I feel sad or I need someone beside me.