MY RUDE HUSBAND (complete)

Thirty

-Carlos

I feel like a dick but I'm not going to quit trying to make sure she doesn't leave, last night I stayed up thinking about what to do, this is all new to me but I'll try my best *sigh* I woke up to make breakfast for her*chuckles* I have never done shit like this before anyway, I've just finished making breakfast, I want her to eat full because I have a fun day planned out for us, so hopefully I don't screw things up.

 I’ve just finished plating the bacon's in each plate, two toested slice of bread, scrambled eggs, cheese with a cup of coffee and a glass of java juice, I don't know which she would prepared but I'll take whatever she won't have.  I placed everything on a tray with a single white rose on it, don't ask where I got it, I'm a man with connections

I get to the bedroom and she's still sleeping, she looks so beautiful Gosh!!!it's amazing, I remember when she used to sleep on the couch, I was a total dick I'll give myself that 

“it’s rude to stare" 

I smiled

 “not when you look at what I'm looking at" 

She rolled her eyes but there was a hint of a smile...she does like to roll her eyes; I remember days back when she used to do that when I spoke to her to I point that I too almost adopted the habit ... I took slow steps to her and placed the tray next to her then grabbed the single one rose and inspected it while I spoke

“I come in peace...this white rose is for you miBella and it goes along with the breakfast" 

She smiled, an actual fucken smile and took the flower, smelt it and played with it a bit until a frown latched her pretty face 

 “what’s wrong miBella" 

I tugged her stranded hair behind her ear and the frown deepened, I'll be damned is she tells me I'm the cause of the frown. She sighs before talking

 “it’s nothing, I'm sorry about yesterday"

That's not what she wanted to say, I can see that because she has a frown line on her forehead but nonetheless she put on a smile and continued.

“this looks lovely, who prepared it" 

I frowned, will she believed that it's me? The one who prepared it?

“I did miBella, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy this view" 

That didn't mean to come out but I'm glad it did. The way she looks in my clothes, I swear I’ll buy more like this just so she can continue wearing them everyday

“what?" 

She was clueless, of course why won't she ... But truth was, I do enjoy this view, she took a bite of the toast and drank the coffee, while I guess the juice is mine then. I was caught up in playing with the strands of her hair that I nearly forgot that she asked a question

“you in my clothes Bella, I can't seem to decide which I like best, having you in my clothes or naked under Me screaming my name and scratching my back while you come on my cock" 

She chocked on her drink, she turned all shades of red... oops I didn't mean to say the last part... She spoke under her breath

"yeah... Me too"

I'll be damned, now I'm the one that chocked on my drink...the fuck Bella? Ooooooh miBella...she stood up and went to the bathroom, her plate was empty except for the untouched bacon. Mm mm! why is that? I finished eating and went to put the tray back and rinse the dishes, when I got back I found her making the beds, she was putting those many irritating pillows, I passed her the remaining one and stared out the balcony...