Falling For My Exchange Brother | B... - Chapter 44: Chapter 44

"Oh schnitzel Mcfarts!" I cry, knowing I was finally back to normal as Arthur kept apologizing to me over-and-over again." The damage has already been done. Arthur, how could you?"
He pouts, looking away as I soak in the hot bath water. Knowing I'd need to soak in here for hours to heal what he's done to me.
"I'm sorry. But you weren't necessarily screaming for me to stop."
"And I wasn't necessarily screaming for you to fuck me to pieces either!" I snap, making him smirk.
"Yeah, you did. That's something I can guarantee, most definitely." He insisted, folding his arms as I cup some water in my hands." Besides, don't act like you didn't like it. Because, I know you did, mon amour."
I roll my eyes, throwing it in his face as his eyes shut closed. Shaking his head and making me smirk as I look away.
He pissed me off!
Got hand bruises on my hips and waist, all sore, and I am swelled up. I guess I instigated it, but whatever. He should've stopped me, you'd think Arthur would've done that. Considering that he's a gentleman...to a certain point.
"I guess I deserve that-."
I splashed more water in his face, making him clear his throat.
"Deserve that too-."
I splash even more water, and he kisses his teeth in irritation.
"William this is ridiculous! It's not like I forced you to do it! You liked it just as much as I did. Trust me, if you wanted me to stop I would've no doubt pulled away and wiped you clean with no questions asked."
I just look at him, watching as the water drenched his face and shirt. Knowing I was in the wrong for tossing water on him. But still!
"Okay, I guess so."
"Then what are you angry for, mon amour?" He asked, and I sighed as I didn't really know. I guess it was because he's sympathetic and wanting to make me feel better. Maybe I'm purposely making him feel bad...
"I'm just angry." I hiss, and he sighs.
"What do you want me to do so that you feel better?"
I just look at him, watching as he waited patiently for me to say something. But I had lots of things I wanted him to do for me yet I kinda felt bad that I was pretending to be angry.
"What do you think I want?"
"Umm... It depends. You have to tell me."
I stretched, handing him a towel as he frowned.
"Wash me."
"That's it?"
"Do you want more? Okay, wash me and then do what I want."
Arthur sighed, nodding as he got on his knees and wet the towel. Putting soap on it, I gave him my arm and he began to scrub it. Making me grin as he didn't even complain.
As he scrubbed me down I began to notice that maybe I was in wrong. Was I? Not sure, I think I'm just getting what I need from my husband.
But he said he'll do what I want...I wonder what extent he's willing to go...
"I know what I want."
He raises his eyebrow, waiting as he began scrubbing my other arm.
Hesitant at first, I was uncertain if I should say it. I could say it and risk him not liking it. But it's Arthur I'm talking about...
"What do you want?"
"I want you and I to go to a doctor, and learn about the process of choosing a surrogate."
He suddenly coughs, looking at me like he was at a loss. But once he finished coughing he began smiling.
"A surrogate for what?"
"For us! I want us to have a baby together, with both our genes. I want to figure out the IVF process."
He frowned, pulling away from me as he didn't seem to believe what he was hearing.
"You know, that's not possible right now. And if it is I bet it's very rare. Also, what about Ava and Isabella? I don't want to thrust a new child into the mix out of nowhere... Umm...can we think about doing this when they've been here a little longer? I don't want to be selfish-."
"You're being selfish saying that right now!"
"No, I'm not. I have kids and they just got here, five years ago. They're only nine and I don't want to...you know...do that to them right now by saying another baby is on the way. Especially when I said I'd love them unconditionally and be the best father."
I glare at him, and he looks away. I get it, he's a dad and all but he could still try to look into it. You'd think he'd be down for it. Obviously, I was wrong.
"Whatever. Get out." I snap, and he frowns down at me." What's wrong with your face? Get out and get your daughters. I'll do this myself. Looking at you pisses me off so get up and go. Do something productive besides pissing me the fuck off."
Arthur stood, walking away with a small shake of his head.
Hearing him slam the door and making the bathroom tremble. Almost like there was a mini earthquake in here.
Folding my arms I lay back in the water, now angry at him and myself. I let what I wanted blind me and now we had an argument.
I seem to always be the one instigating the arguments. But whatever.
Gripping the edge of the tub, I pull myself out. Sitting on the edge as I threw my legs over and wondered how the hell I was going to do everything.
Suddenly hearing the alarm turn on and the front door slam, I knew Arthur left to get the twins and I was by myself. With the maids... I mean I did this so I guess I'm paying the damn price.
Putting the towel around my hips I begin dragging myself along the floor. Looking up at the door handle and pissed that if have to at least use some leg muscle to reach it.
Wincing, I use my thigh and ankle to push myself up. Grabbing the handle as I pull it on accident and the edge hits my hip. Making me hear a pathetic whimper come out of me as I get even more angry.
Dragging myself into the room I get to the bed and lean against it. Angry that I snapped at Arthur and now he can't help me.
But that's when I see a pillow on the floor. Knowing it wasn't there before...I get on it and push myself up. Getting on the bed as I sigh in relief. Shocked that there was clothes on the bed too.
Did he really choose some clothes for me and leave a pillow on the floor for me to help me onto the bed, even though I was a bitch to him? Why...why is he so fucking nice?! I just don't understand why he's doing these things despite all I've done to him...
"William...you're a bully." I groan, sighing in discontent as I don't even want to get dressed. Just want to sit here and think about what I've done like I'm a bad child in the corner.
What am I even supposed to do in this time now? Bella and Talia live in Malibu and that's some way away from me. I'll have to wait a couple hours for him to come back...
Damn! What's wrong with me?
It's like I never changed and I know I did, but it's like I changed then I didn't at the same time. I still have an eighteen year old mentally to our arguments. He's all mature and kind, then there's me being snappy and rude. Purposely being mean so that he'll be hurt even though I'm damaging both of us.
Well, I'm going to stand strong and not let this bother me. Let's see if he's really mad at me. I doubt it, but I can't tell sometimes.
Only one way to find out.
I grabbed my shirt and threw it over my head. Putting it on as I got some joggers and just decided to go commando. Running my fingers through my hair, I wondered if I needed a haircut.
Shrugging I found myself able to at least stumble around.
So I stumbled out the room and dragged myself down the stairs. Going to the kitchen as I went to the island and sat in a chair. Trying to catch my breath as that was one of the most hardest things I've ever done.
I wanted to make him something but then it'd seem like I'm apologizing. I want to apologize but I want to see how this goes. Because our argument was stupid and I started it. So I want to know how he's going to be.
Probably standoffish and will give me two-toned answers. Will avoid having conversations or he'll...I don't know.
"William?"
I look, seeing a maid walking towards me with some cleaning products.
"What? Can't you see I'm pouting."
"Well, I was wondering when you were going to come down. The breakfast Arthur made you so early in the morning was starting to get cold."
I flinch, frowning as I wasn't sure if I heard her correctly.
"Arthur made me...breakfast?"
"Yes. At four AM whenever he said you out like a hibernating bear. Not sure what that was supposed to mean, but it was fine by me. Made some toast and bacon along with this omelet. I'll show you."
"Can you...bring it to me." I suggested, making her nod as I slammed my forehead on the counter. Wondering how I didn't see this before.
He made me breakfast despite everything? I didn't even know...
I watched her walking towards me with a plate of food. I stared, feeling worse about the argument.
"Shit...Arthur just knows how to make me feel worse."
"What sir?"
"Talking to myself...thanks." I acknowledge, and she nods as she walks off. Looking at the food I couldn't even bring myself to eat it because I didn't deserve to eat it. I just wanted to see him and apologize.
Now I wanted to. Really badly.
I have to fucking wait, which is the worst part. I wanted to apologize now and I couldn't. Now what I said to him will just set in even more and I wonder if he really thinks I'm mad about the sex.
Trust me, I loved it. Now he might not want to have sex with me anymore because of my little angry performance afterword. Who knows, I have to fucking wait it out.
Damn me.
Arthur
"So you and William did the deed and now he's pissed at you? But at the same time he asked if you guys could do IVF and surrogacy? When you declined because you have kids and want to focus on them right now, he shooed you out and is angry at you?" Talia recites, making me nod as Bella and the twins were playing somewhere else.
"Yes. I just don't understand. I try my best to love him unconditionally and even though he becomes angry at me doesn't mean I should be mean back. But when we get in these arguments he's especially mean and it's like he purposely tries to bring me down and hurt my feelings." I confess, wishing he'd talk to me normally instead of being mean.
"Sounds like William is still a batch. Nothing's changed, clearly. Why do you deal with that? He's needs to be taught a lesson!"
"I'm not that type of person. I'm not trying to do these little punishments and lessons anymore. Just seems like it leads to this... I'm at a loss."
She just looks at me, and I wonder what I must do for William to no longer be mean to me. I love him to death, but there comes a point.
He is kind and sweet to my kids, thank goodness. But sometimes he can bully me and I just take it because I don't want to go off on him. I'm not trying to be my mother and a mean person. Want to solve things nicely and end with a firm resolution.
"What makes Arthur listen to you the most?"
I chuckle, sitting up straighter as I already knew one thing.
"When I run back to France. But I don't like doing that to him or myself. We're married and have to solve our problems at hand. Not running away and being cowards." I state, and Talia smiles.
"You'd make a perfect husband for a woman." Talia mumbled, and I frowned at that statement.
"I'm happy with William. Just need someone to talk to time-to-time. Can get a little hectic in here," I shake my head around, smiling as she smiles too," You know?"
She blushed, looking away and found myself wanting to leave.
"Anyway, I guess I should go back and check on William. Hopefully he cooled down, kinda feel bad for leaving him."
I stood, beginning to walk away until I felt a hand grab my arm. Looking down at Talia as she a smirk on her face.
"I know how to make William listen to you better."
"How?"
"Be tough. Don't take his bull. Be the Alpha of the house. Let him know who's boss and when he surpasses it, be mean."
I shake my head, knowing that wasn't me. I can figure this out the kind way.
"Thanks for the advise, but I'm going to be leaving now. Thanks for watching my kids." I say, smiling as I get them and say goodbye again. Once we got in the car and were settled I left, thinking about ways to do this.
Maybe...
"Ava?"
"Yeah?"
I cleared my throat, wondering how I could ask this.
"If you were to get into an argument with someone you really love, but they're constantly mean to you, yet nice at times, what would you do?"
I looked in the overhead mirror, seeing her frowning as her and Isabella talked about it.
"Not sure. If they were doing it on purpose I'd ask them why they're so mean to me. If it's just their nature then something's wrong in their brain."
I smile, nodding as I appreciated her honest answer even she didn't know I was talking about William...
Maybe I need to just...ask.
William
Awakening to laughs, I sat up as I saw I wasn't asleep on the counter anymore. I was in my bed and saw I was tucked in and everything.
Blushing, I knew Arthur was here and he probably saw me passed out.
Not sure what to do, I tried to see if I could walk. Throwing my legs over and trying to stand, only to wince as they were still weak.
"Don't stand yet. I think you might be able to walk on your own either tomorrow or the day after next."
I look, seeing Arthur sitting on the leather bench near the closet. His arms folded and looking at me blandly. I could tell he was still mad at me, but I just hope there'll be a good way to solve this. I don't want to carry this on into another day.
"Arthur...I'm sorry."
He stood, walking towards me as he stood in front of me. Pressing a peck on my lips and pulling away quickly.
"We need to talk, and I want to talk to you first before I do anything drastic."
I became scared, watching as he tried to find words it seemed. But I didn't want him to in fear he'd say something I didn't want to hear right now.
"Why do you try to hurt my feelings when we argue?" He asked.
This is a horrible question.
"I...I don't know. To try to mask how I'm truly feeling...I guess. I did it when I was younger to people in school-."
"We're adults. I'm also not just 'people,' I'm your husband."
I just look at him, and he folds his arms again.
"William, I forgive you. But you need to stop trying to hurt my feelings or I'm going to start snapping too. Don't want to snap at your beautiful face."
I grin, and he smiles as he stands up. Grabbing my hands as he swooped me up into his arms.
"Arthur?"
"Yeah?"
"Since we're married, we'll have arguments and I'm happy that we can walk away together. I should've been honest in the beginning."
"About? You're scaring me." He said, setting me back down and sitting beside me.
"I didn't hate the punishment sex. It was fucking amazing and I wouldn't take it back at all. I pretended to be mad so that...I...could...." I watched as his expression darkened. Him glaring at me as I smile." I mean, it's all good now! Hugs!"
I hugged him, waiting for him to hug me back.
When he did I grinned, knowing I need to figure out a better way to let out my frustrations when arguing... Guess being married reveals your worst points and I never realized it helps make you into a better person...
Interesting.