The Twisted Obsession
Chapter 42: Chores

Chapter 42: Chores

As Abby stood in the cozy kitchen, the aftermath of her husband’s culinary adventure spread before her like a scene from a charming chaos. Flour dusted the countertops, creating a whimsical powdery landscape, while pots and pans adorned the stove in a haphazard arrangement, testament to his valiant effort to delight her with breakfast.

She couldn’t help but smile at the sight, her heart swelling with affection for the man who has turned her world upside down in a couple of days.

She began to clean up the mess while trying to stop her mind from thinking about what had happened a few minutes ago.

Flashes went through her mind of the sounds of his mouth at her most private area and the moans, how she felt - it made her stomach tightened and she damn near chewed through her cheek trying to make the thoughts go away.

The worst part was the fact that she couldn’t get what had happened at the shower from her mind. He had carried her to the bathroom and had offered to clean her up but Abby had refused.She was too shy to make him bathe her. He then touched himself while he watched her shower, only to have her pinned against the wall again kissing her as he finished himself off, panting out all the things he wanted to do to her.

Abby shook her head, a faint smile on her lips. The more time spent with him she found herself getting addicted to his presence. No words would be able to describe how much he thrilled and excited her. Just a single stare from him had her brain shut down and butterflies swarming in her stomach.

She had read that if a guy gave you butterflies in your stomach it was your body’s way of telling you he would ruin you but she didn’t mind.

She will gladly let Remo Quinn soil her innocent soul and ruin her. She just had to work on her insecurities and shyness. Remo has never made her feel insecure about her body or anything of that sort but her insecurities stem from years of bullying and her lack of experience.

But she was sure Remo was going to make sure she experienced a lot of things he had told her they were just getting started after all.

As she reached for a sponge to wipe down the countertops, a gentle rustle behind her sent a ripple of anticipation through her veins. She turned, heart aflutter, to find her husband standing in the doorway, his hair damp from the shower, his arms folded over his bare chest and he was staring at her with an affectionate smile.

"Hi there." He said.

His voice sounded like syrup in the mornings, thick and heavy. Wait, she never noticed it was a beautiful sound.

Heat flushed her cheeks as she tried to ignore the fact he wasn’t wearing a shirt again, it shouldn’t matter, she had seen him naked just a few minutes ago.

Abby’s heart skipped a beat as she looked up, her cheeks turning crimson.

"Hi, Remo..."

She shyly twirled a strand of hair around her finger, avoiding direct eye contact.

Remo smirked, "How’s it going?"

Abby’s voice softened, barely audible’ "Um, it’s... it’s —going okay."

She bit her lip, her nerves getting the best of her.

Their gazes locked, a silent exchange passing between them, filled with unspoken words and tender promises. In that moment, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them, bound by the invisible threads of affection and devotion.

He sucked his lower lip under his teeth as his eyes lit up while he watched her, pushing off the doorway he strolled towards the kitchen counter with his sweatpants low on his hips.

Don’t look at his hips. Abby whispered to herself.

With a playful glint in his eyes, he moved towards her, closing the distance with measured steps until he stood directly behind her. His presence enveloped her, warm and reassuring, sending a surge of electricity coursing through her veins.

She could feel the heat of his breath against her neck as he leaned in closer, his arms encircling her waist in a gentle embrace. A shiver of anticipation danced along her spine, igniting a fire that smoldered beneath her skin.

"I’m sorry about the mess," he murmured, his voice filled with genuine remorse.

Abby turned in his arms, her gaze meeting his. "It’s okay," she said, her eyes soft with affection. "You tried, and that’s all that matters."

"Let me help you with that," he murmured, his voice a melodic whisper that sent shivers of delight down her spine.

With a soft smile, Abby nodded, her heart racing at the proximity of his warm breath against her neck. Together, they began tackling the whimsical chaos that adorned the kitchen.

With every brush of their hands and stolen glances exchanged, the air between them hummed with unspoken tension, heavy with the unspoken promises of what lay ahead.

As they neared the end of their chores, Abby couldn’t help but steal a fleeting glance at Remo, his features bathed in the warm glow of the kitchen lights, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief.

The corner of her lips pulled up into a lazy smile. He was so beautiful and hers. The thought warmed her heart as she returned to her task.

With the last dish washed and the countertops gleaming once more, Abby turned to Remo, her heart overflowing with a newfound sense of gratitude and affection. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath, yet resonating with the depth of her emotions.

Remo’s eyes met hers, a softness lingering in their depths as he reached out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from her face. "Anytime, wifey," he replied, his voice a soothing melody that echoed through the quiet kitchen.

In that moment, as they stood enveloped in the warmth of each other’s presence, Abby knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, having Remo Quinn beside her was enough. Little did she realize, Remo Quinn himself was a challenge