Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 593

The surprise was too sudden and too alluring!

Tarquin forgot to avert his gaze, staring at her unabashedly. The intense visual impact ignited a fire within him instantaneously! A fire that raged uncontrollably within his being, scorching every nerve, every cell, and overwhelming his rationality! His blood began to boil, his cells rallying for action! A heat surged towards his lower abdomen...

He was aroused! Swollen! His body lost all control, his mind void of reason, filled with dreamy images of them entangled together. In his dreams, their clothes were disheveled, they kissed passionately, rolling around in bed, sometimes he was on top, sometimes she was. Their bodies merged as one, reaching the heights of ecstasy with his heavy breathing and her soft moans, only to plummet from the bliss again and again! They possessed each other with wild passion, venting their desires. He exerted himself on her, and she reveled beneath him...

“Snap!” Elysia slapped him across the face.

That slap woke Tarquin up, erasing the steamy images from his mind. Somehow, Elysia had snatched the towel from him, wrapping herself up again. Her eyes red with anger and hurt, she glared at him, “Pervert! Whimper...” She ran back into the inner room, slamming the door with a bang.

Tarquin snapped back to reality, desperately trying to quell the fire within, rushing to the inner room door. He wanted to push the door open to explain, but Elysia had locked it from inside. All he could do was apologize from the doorway, “Elysia, I'm so...”

“Get lost!”

“Don't be mad, it wasn't on pur...”

Entering the kitchen, he grabbed a bottle of cold water from the fridge, gulping down half of it in one go. After a brief pause, he finished the rest. After drinking, he went to the bathroom intending to splash some water on his face to fully calm down. But then he saw Elysia's lingerie.

His gaze was fiercely assaulted once again! Tarquin wasn't one to make a fuss over such things, but this was Elysia's! It had been worn by her, and he couldn't help but let his mind wander! The restless part of him stirred again, and Tarquin quickly looked away, leaving the bathroom. Back in the kitchen, he grabbed another bottle of cold water, standing in the living room, lost in thought.

Once she's calmed down, he wanted to tell her it wasn't intentional. Would she believe him? She was brought to tears, clearly really upset. Was it over for him? Would she even let him live to see another sunrise?

Keaton said women needed to be coaxed. But how could he coax her? Should he let her hit him as much as she wanted? No way! She didn't care about his face at all. If she wanted to hit, she would, so letting her slap him a few times wouldn't make her feel any better. Get down on his knees for her? Durian, keyboard, instant noodles, let her choose? That wouldn't work either! A man's knees are precious, he can't just kneel for anything. It's too humiliating, a blow to his pride! Should he try to cheer her up with money?