Chapter 165: Misgiving

That evening Marcella decided to cook dinner. She hadn’t been cooking for a while and so she went all in. While she was prepping, Tony joined her right after a shower.

When they left the garden, he was in some thoughts. He was not even listening to her. She thought he looked better after the shower.

"You can rest if you want. I don’t want help," she patted his chest.

His hair was still a little wet and a lot messy. She looked around and there was no one around. He must have sent everyone away. Her heart skipped a beat learning that they were alone.

She leaned closer and sneaked a kiss. She thought he would pick her up and stick himself in then and there. She expected him to; the situation called for it. She was that hungry after a week of abstinence.

Marcella was in for a shock as Tony stood there without moving. He didn’t look like he had accepted the kiss or rejected it. He looked unaffected. Marcella didn’t know what to do when faced with such a situation. This situation never happened to her memory. Even if she gives him a quarter of an inch, he would take ten miles of advantage.

She was miffed. Tony walked to the counter and started prepping the chicken. He even smiled at her. The sliver of confusion vanished and she decided to let it pass.

She joined him and both of them cooked. Marcella turned on the radio and danced along the tune. She thought Tony would join her but he was focused on cooking. At times she swirled around him, he laughed it off. He didn’t lay a single hand on her. At times when he walked around, his hand grazed over her leaving her hot and bothered but he was poker-faced.

By the time dinner was cooked, Marcella was so tired emotionally. She thought they have talked it out but maybe Tony was still mad. He didn’t promise her what she wanted to hear either. He was not convinced that someone powerful was looking after her. He didn’t look happy when she mentioned it. He didn’t talk to her about it either.

Maybe the fight was not over?

Marcella’s heart squeezed with pain as she realized that. It was partly her fault. If she managed to talk to him about her misgivings rather than sulking alone, this issue wouldn’t have gotten this big. She was not pleased with the big rift between them.

Marcella didn’t trouble him after that. She feared his rejection. If he rejected when she seduced him openly, that would give a mighty slap on her confidence. She would feel so ashamed she would bury herself in the deepest part of the earth.

Marcella went to check on Joey. He was asleep. Mary had left for home. Only the security guards were present. The big house was empty except for the three of them.

Marcella didn’t want to change her plans. She changed to a nice dress and applied some make up before getting down. She wanted to have a nice dinner with her husband. When she saw the smile freezing on his face when he saw her wearing red, she was pleased.

Dinner went on and they talked about mundane things. Marcella was not mad at him. If she had the right to sulk, he can sulk too. She hoped he would open up sooner. Wearing the makeup and dress was to let him know that she was open to talk.

After dinner, they watched some TV while Marcella sipped on wine. Tony was sitting beside her. She thought he was watching the TV not knowing that he was observing her.

"Shall we go to bed?" He asked.

"Okay, you go first. I’ll clean up the kitchen and join you," she said and stood up.

Tony walked upstairs after locking all the doors and windows. Marcella cleaned up the kitchen and walked upstairs. She got in their room after checking on Joey once more. Tony was sitting in his work desk looking at some papers. He looked at her and then proceeded to look at the papers. Marcella didn’t want to disturb him and went to the closet to change into her night wear.

Just as she was out of the dress, she heard Tony by the door. Before she could turn, Tony pushed her to the wall. Her cheek was pressed on the wall and Tony with his nimble fingers unhooked her bra. Her bra was hanging by her elbows when he grabbed her by the chin and kissed her. His chest was pressed to her back. Her bra dropped to the floor.

Tony’s kisses were so passionate, he left little room for her to breath. He carried her to the bed and threw her on it. She was on her fours and before she made herself comfortable, he entered from behind her.

Marcella grunted. She was enough turned on just by the intense kisses earlier but since they hadn’t done it in a while, it was still slightly painful. It didn’t last though. Pressing her back, Tony rammed himself in her. It was rough; it was primal; it was barbaric.

Marcella was enjoying it for a while but as he didn’t slow down, she was not that into it. He was not even looking at her face. There were no kisses and no gentle caresses she was accustomed to. He was just plunging deeper inside her as if he was detached.

"Tony!" she held his wrist to stop him. She tried to look at his face but he was not slowing down. "Tony, plea~"

Before she could finish, he held the back of her head and pressed it down. After that, Marcella was not at all interested. She struggled out of his hold and rolled to the side of the bed. Covering herself with the duvet, she looked at him.

"Tony, what is this?" she asked. Her voice cracked.

Tony was still kneeling on the bed. The room was dim and she could only see his silhouette. His shoulders were stiff and her muscles were protruding. He wasn’t even looking at her.

"Got your headache?" he asked.

She couldn’t see his face but she could assume that he was smirking. It was not a fun teasing; he was using a blaming tone on her.

"It’s not about me. You’re being too rough today. Is something on your mind?" she asked, deciding to be open. "You do not treat me this way."

Tony holds her gently all the time. Evne when they get passionate, there will be a gentleness associated with it. He never made her feel uncomfortable. That’s not the Tony she knew.

He scoffed and looked away. Marcella caught his hand just as he was about to get down from the bed.

"You’re not scared of me now? You’ve dropped your duvet. Go, cover up," he said.

Marcella was confused but she realized that he was mad at himself than at her. He sounded ashamed.

"Tony," she clung to his neck.

He tried to push her away but she didn’t relent her grip. When he was forceful, she grunted as if she was in pain and he stopped immediately.

"Tony, I am sorry," she said.

"For what?" he asked.

Marcella hadn’t figured out the reason yet. The cogwheels of her brain turned swiftly as she tried to find out why he was mad at her.

Then she found out.

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