The Goddess Sculpture Is Actually My Husband’s Secret Mistress! - Chapter 61: Chapter 61
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"I-Uh- I'm sorry"
We both snapped our heads to the sound at the door.
Andrew, one of our contestants, was standing at the door, looking down in embarrassment.
The embarrassment I felt was unbearable so I pushed Marcus away from me. He stood on his knees on the bed and glared at Andrew angrily.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm sorry the door was not locked so I thought it would be ok-"
"I asked what are you doing here?" Marcus spat looking angrier than ever.
"Sarah told me to tell you that the Harringtons have arrived"
"Ok you may go"
The boy quickly scurried out the door looking frightened as if he had just met Lucifer himself.
"You didn't lock the door?" I roared in anger and he just shrugged his shoulders not caring at all.
"He saw us!" I complained while pointing at the door.
"Does it matter? We are married anyways"
"Of course it matters. How am I supposed to face them now? Aren't you even embarrassed?"
"Why would I be?"
Did he loose a nut in his brain?
"Because he saw us"
"Don't care. It's good that he saw"
"What the hell? Why?" I asked shocked.
"Because then they will know that you are mine"
My eyes widened in surprise and I blinked deliberately trying to grasp what he had just said.
"Come let's go" With that he stood up and walked to the door.
I quickly brushed my hair and followed him. His hair was messy and he was not doing anything to fix it. If he doesn't care then why should I?
My brain hurts just by thinking about what he meant. I couldn't believe that he just said that I was his. And before I could go crazy I decided to ask him.
"What do you mean by I'm yours?"
"It means you are mine" he said plainly as if it was just a completely normal sentence.
"Yeah what does that mean?"
"It means you belong to me"
"That doesn't make any sense. I'm mine. I belong to myself"
"That doesn't go well" he said shrugging his shoulders lazily.
"Yeah and me belonging to you doesn't go well either"
"It does and if not who do you belong to? "
"I-"
"To me of course"
"What kind of logic is that? It's unfair" I tried to reason out even though knowing that the narcissist koala bear won't understand it.
"No it's not"
"Then you belong to me" I said as I held my head high trying to look intimidating.
"I'm fine with that"
"Oh my god. You are so annoying" I scoffed and walked past him furiously.
I turned my head to look at his disheveled hair. "You hair is messy" I called out and turned back to walked ahead.
"Fix it"
I suddenly stopped and took a full turn to look at him in shock. Did he just tell me to fix his hair? Is he a baby?
"You have hands. Fix it yourself"
"I don't have eyes in my head. Do I?" He raised his eyebrows and said in an obvious tone.
I rolled my eyes and walked towards him. I ran my fingers over his soft lucious curls as I fixed his messy hair. Pulling at the strands and combing it up enjoying the feel of it in my hand. It was so soft and he was looking so cute with his disheveled hair falling on to his eyes. I had the sudden urge to glue my fingers to his hair so that I can enjoy this feeling endlessly. While I was fixing it I saw Marcus looking at me intently with a victorious smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
He suddenly wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me into his chest . He leaned in giving me a long lingering kiss on my lips while I stood there utterly shocked. He gently bit my lower lip before pulling back with a smirk playing on his face.
"Okay everything is complete. Let's go"
He winked and dragged me to the lobby by my wrist.
Smith and Taylor Harrington were waiting at the entrance with a genuine smile on their faces as they talked with my staff. Their models were behind them ready to be taken into their respective cabins.
I saw some of them checking out Marcus while whispering and giggling probably talking about his looks. If I were them I probably would have done the same thing. He was too hot to go unnoticed. I looked at Marcus and saw him staring at me, his chest puffed to the front in pride. He raised his eyebrows and gestured to the girls in front of us with a mischievous smirk.
"Oh please don't flatter yourself. You are not that handsome"
"Really? Do you think I haven't noticed how you check me out whenever I come out after a shower?"
I blushed like a tomato and cleared my throat loudly almost choking as I tried to put on an act. Marcus leaned down and teasingly bit my ear lobe to which I gasped loudly in shock.
"Let's not make the Harringtons wait" Marcus whispered with a husky voice and stared at me with amusement for a while before dragging me to the Harrington's.
We both snapped our heads to the sound at the door.
Andrew, one of our contestants, was standing at the door, looking down in embarrassment.
The embarrassment I felt was unbearable so I pushed Marcus away from me. He stood on his knees on the bed and glared at Andrew angrily.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm sorry the door was not locked so I thought it would be ok-"
"I asked what are you doing here?" Marcus spat looking angrier than ever.
"Sarah told me to tell you that the Harringtons have arrived"
"Ok you may go"
The boy quickly scurried out the door looking frightened as if he had just met Lucifer himself.
"You didn't lock the door?" I roared in anger and he just shrugged his shoulders not caring at all.
"He saw us!" I complained while pointing at the door.
"Does it matter? We are married anyways"
"Of course it matters. How am I supposed to face them now? Aren't you even embarrassed?"
"Why would I be?"
Did he loose a nut in his brain?
"Because he saw us"
"Don't care. It's good that he saw"
"What the hell? Why?" I asked shocked.
"Because then they will know that you are mine"
My eyes widened in surprise and I blinked deliberately trying to grasp what he had just said.
"Come let's go" With that he stood up and walked to the door.
I quickly brushed my hair and followed him. His hair was messy and he was not doing anything to fix it. If he doesn't care then why should I?
My brain hurts just by thinking about what he meant. I couldn't believe that he just said that I was his. And before I could go crazy I decided to ask him.
"What do you mean by I'm yours?"
"It means you are mine" he said plainly as if it was just a completely normal sentence.
"Yeah what does that mean?"
"It means you belong to me"
"That doesn't make any sense. I'm mine. I belong to myself"
"That doesn't go well" he said shrugging his shoulders lazily.
"Yeah and me belonging to you doesn't go well either"
"It does and if not who do you belong to? "
"I-"
"To me of course"
"What kind of logic is that? It's unfair" I tried to reason out even though knowing that the narcissist koala bear won't understand it.
"No it's not"
"Then you belong to me" I said as I held my head high trying to look intimidating.
"I'm fine with that"
"Oh my god. You are so annoying" I scoffed and walked past him furiously.
I turned my head to look at his disheveled hair. "You hair is messy" I called out and turned back to walked ahead.
"Fix it"
I suddenly stopped and took a full turn to look at him in shock. Did he just tell me to fix his hair? Is he a baby?
"You have hands. Fix it yourself"
"I don't have eyes in my head. Do I?" He raised his eyebrows and said in an obvious tone.
I rolled my eyes and walked towards him. I ran my fingers over his soft lucious curls as I fixed his messy hair. Pulling at the strands and combing it up enjoying the feel of it in my hand. It was so soft and he was looking so cute with his disheveled hair falling on to his eyes. I had the sudden urge to glue my fingers to his hair so that I can enjoy this feeling endlessly. While I was fixing it I saw Marcus looking at me intently with a victorious smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
He suddenly wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me into his chest . He leaned in giving me a long lingering kiss on my lips while I stood there utterly shocked. He gently bit my lower lip before pulling back with a smirk playing on his face.
"Okay everything is complete. Let's go"
He winked and dragged me to the lobby by my wrist.
Smith and Taylor Harrington were waiting at the entrance with a genuine smile on their faces as they talked with my staff. Their models were behind them ready to be taken into their respective cabins.
I saw some of them checking out Marcus while whispering and giggling probably talking about his looks. If I were them I probably would have done the same thing. He was too hot to go unnoticed. I looked at Marcus and saw him staring at me, his chest puffed to the front in pride. He raised his eyebrows and gestured to the girls in front of us with a mischievous smirk.
"Oh please don't flatter yourself. You are not that handsome"
"Really? Do you think I haven't noticed how you check me out whenever I come out after a shower?"
I blushed like a tomato and cleared my throat loudly almost choking as I tried to put on an act. Marcus leaned down and teasingly bit my ear lobe to which I gasped loudly in shock.
"Let's not make the Harringtons wait" Marcus whispered with a husky voice and stared at me with amusement for a while before dragging me to the Harrington's.
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