Chapter 6 Milk

Marjorie was led to the dining table where a golden-brown turkey stood waiting alongside dozens of her favorite mouth-watering dishes. "My darling Marjorie, are you really going to divorce Stephen?" Vicky asked. Vicky was the one who had hired Fiona. Although her main responsibility was to take care of Stephen and Marjorie, she also had a secret mission to report everything they did to her that was unknown to everyone else except Vicky. The day before, Vicky received a call from Fiona about Marjorie's request for divorce. "Mommy, I…" Marjorie was just about to tell her why she was divorcing Stephen, but Vicky cut her off. "Marjorie, I don't want the both of you to divorce. Don't worry, I'll help you take care of that snake, Carolyn. No one can match up to my dearest Marjorie." Vicky had ignored Stephen throughout this conversation, but at the mention of Carolyn, she turned and shot him a deathly glare. After dinner, Marjorie and Vicky sat on the couch, watching television. All of a sudden, Stephen approached them. "It's time to go home now." "You should stay here tonight. It's already late, and it's not safe to drive home at this hour. I don't care what happens to you, but nothing can happen to my dear Marjorie." Stephen and Marjorie's room was just upstairs. Before they got married, Marjorie had a room of her own, which was right next to Vicky's. Every summer break when she was young, she would ride her bike to Vicky's house and spend the entire summer here. After they got married, Vicky turned Marjorie's old room into a nursery in preparation for Marjorie and Stephen's baby. However, even after two years of marriage, Marjorie still was not pregnant. This no doubt distressed Vicky very much. Marjorie went up to their room. The room was as clean and tidy as always, and the sheets smelled fresh. She flung open the closet door, intending to get some clothes for her shower, but to her surprise, all her clothes had disappeared. Instead, they were replaced by dozens of the skimpiest lingerie she had ever seen. The worst part was that some of them even had lace detail and open crotches. Stephen also caught sight of the lingerie. He scoffed and said, "Just try them on. Even if you lie here stark naked in front of me, I would never sleep with you, so why don't you give it a go?" "Is that so? Then it doesn't matter even if I put it on, right? It will be a first for me too." With that, Marjorie picked out the skimpiest one she could find and trotted into the bathroom. After her shower, she contemplated for a long time before finally putting on the lingerie, then wrapped her towel over herself. When she came out of the bathroom, Stephen was reading by the window. Marjorie could not help recalling the time when she first laid eyes on Stephen. The day Vicky brought her home after her mother's death, Stephen was sitting on a bench in the garden, reading. The sunlight spilled over his chiseled features, basking him in a golden glow that made him look otherworldly. It was at that moment that Marjorie fell head over heels for him. However, he had never given her so much as a second glance. Stephen could sense her gaze on him and turned to look at her. "So I guess you know your limitations as well, huh? Good call for putting on that bath towel over your clothes. I wouldn't want to be scared." Marjorie was already used to his snarkiness at this point. Even after two years of marriage, she had never once exposed her naked body to him. Even though they shared the same bed, she would wrap herself in layers of bedclothes. However, she wanted to step out of her comfort zone this time. She released her towel and allowed it to slide down to the floor. The slinky, champagne-colored satin hugged her curves in all the right places, and its color made her skin look even rosier than usual. The edge of the skirt ended at her thighs, giving way to long, slender legs that would make any man swoon. This was Stephen's first time ever seeing her like this. He tilted his head to one side, refusing to look at her, but Marjorie could not help noticing his breath catch in his throat when he passed by her to go to the bathroom. After a while, someone knocked on the door. It was Vicky, who had shown up with some snacks. "My dear, I made you some warm milk and some snacks. Get some rest tonight. Oh my God! This dress is perfect for you, Marjorie! You look absolutely stunning! What more could Stephen want? I don't even want to begin imagining what he'd do to you tonight!" "Thank you, Mommy. You get some rest too," Marjorie said, blushing red. By the time Stephen got out of the shower, Marjorie was already half-asleep. She pointed at the two glasses of milk on the table and said, "Mommy sent up some snacks, but I'm feeling very full from dinner. You can have both of the glasses of milk if you want." With that, she wrapped the covers around herself and closed her eyes. Stephen was still a little hungry from dinner. Vicky had made all the food according to Marjorie's taste; even the turkey was seasoned with a lot of pepper, which Stephen hated, so he barely ate. He immediately scarfed all of the snacks down. Every time the two of them slept together, they would have their backs against each other, and each had a blanket of their own. However, that night, there was only one blanket. It was clear that this was Vicky's doing. Stephen noticed that Marjorie had left half of the blanket on his side of the bed, so he very reluctantly climbed into the sheets. He closed his eyes, but the image of Marjorie in her lingerie was ingrained in his mind. All of a sudden, he felt strangely hot. Marjorie was already on the verge of drifting off when she felt someone inch closer to her. His body was so warm that she wanted to get away from him, but with every inch that she slid away, Stephen followed. Just as she was about to fall off the edge of the bed, Stephen grabbed hold of her and scooped her into his arms. With her skin against his, Marjorie suddenly realized that he was boiling hot. He brushed his palm against her skin and pressed kisses all over her body. Marjorie wanted to get away from him, but she could not help feeling a little aroused as well. "No, Stephen…" she moaned when she felt the rigidity between his legs. "No? Were you going to divorce me because we're not having sex? You even accused me of being impotent. How about this? Since you want it so badly, I'll give it to you. We'll see what you can do about it then." Marjorie tried desperately to free herself from his grasp. She found this version of Stephen extremely terrifying. "Let go of me!" she wailed, about to burst into tears. Stephen stroked her cheek tenderly as though he enjoyed watching her struggle. Men always desired the feeling of conquering someone, and he could not help but feel annoyed at how Marjorie had been acting toward him the past few days. To see her struggling like this turned him on even more. She tried to shove him away, but he was too strong. Not to mention, he now had the added strength of whatever had been in the milk that night. Not only did she fail to escape him, but he found even more allure in the cat-and-mouse chase. All of a sudden, his phone rang. Stephen snatched the phone from the nightstand and frowned when he saw the caller ID.