Forced Marriage: Escaping Her Monster

The door was open and Duke came in wagging his tail. He was licking his lips and looked fed.

"Did she give you food, Duke? She's amazing, isn't she? Let's give her a reason to stay, alright? You'd like that, right?" He scratched behind Duke's ears and Duke happily wagged his tail.

"Is someone downstairs?" He mumbled and walked out. He heard Scarlett's voice and it seemed like she was teasing.

"Get out!" Jerlina was pushing Scarlett out while Scarlett was whispering something. Earl was between the ladies asking for attention. Jerlina's face was blushed red and he imagined what Scarlett was telling her.

"Are you teaching my wife to be nasty like you?" He walked to them.

"Who's nasty?" Jerlina was defensive.

"Don't you want your wife to be nasty, Jerry? Even in bed?" Scarlett spoke at the same time as Jerlina.

"Scar..!" Jerlina stomped her feet and they started whispering. His eyes met with Jerlina's and she immediately turned away. Her ears and even neck were red.

How cute!

"Carry on," he waved his hand with a chuckle and walked to the kitchen. There was a Tupperware box on the counter and he opened it. His lips curved up.

"Daisy sent us some lasagna," Jerlina walked in.

"It looks more like Scar's cooking..." He raised his eyebrows and looked at her back. It seemed like Scarlett had left. Earl entered the kitchen.

"Hmm..." Jerlina shrugged. "We don't have to order pizza now. I'll set the table," she walked out with the plates.

She was happy with the relationship Jeremy has with Daisy and her family. Scarlett was angry at him some time ago, but she cooked and brought them food as if nothing happened knowing they'll be too tired to cook.

Isn't it wonderful? Although Scarlett had other naughty intentions, she did being food! She's a good person.

Those who give food are always good in Jerlina's book.

"What's in this bag?"

Jerlina heard him ask and ran inside the kitchen almost dropping the plates, "Don't touch-" she paused seeing the small pieces of fabrics dangling from his hand. They looked puny being held by him.

That stupid Scarlett! I'll take care of her tomorrow! Why the hell would I need Victoria's f*cking Secret?

"Give it back," she tried to get it from him. She ended up blushing once more seeing those skimpy pieces of fabric in his hand. But he didn't seem to be caring for that.

Lifting it up, he took a good look at them. "It is nice... Wear it tonight for me," he looked at her. Earl, for some reason, ran out of the kitchen.

"Why would I-" she stopped trying to get it from him seeing his smirk.

Is he teasing me?

"Keep it," she took a step back. "You can even wear it if that's your cup of tea," she smiled.

She thought he'd get embarrassed, but he raised his eyebrows. "Wear it? Honeybuns, it won't fit me," he grinned waving the lingerie. "It looks like..." he paused and looked at her chest with a mocking smile.

Is he mocking my size? Now I am angry!

"Your boobs look the same size as mine..." she walked closer to him. With no second thoughts, she placed her hand over his pecs and started to grab them.

"Wha-" Jeremy didn't expect this attack from her and his first reaction was to jump back.  But he composed himself seeing her serious expression. With knitted brows, she was thinking deeply.

And now what is she doing? Is she trying to kill me?

Jerlina was thinking. His boobs(?) were almost the same size as hers or it might be slightly bigger..? But they were hard as a rock. She has never touched a man's chest that was this hard before.

Gerard has a nice body, but she didn't remember him being this hard with just muscles. Plus he's ticklish and she never touched him like this unless they are rolling in the proverbial hay.

Wait, how does mine feel?

She touched her boobs. They were almost the same size, but they were squishy and soft. She then went back to touching his chest. Her hands gently traced towards his shoulders. They were hard too. Then she slowly traced her hands south to his abdomen. And as expected, there were steps.

Jeremy looked at the little woman in front of him, doing as she pleases with him, touching him everywhere. Even her presence near him will make him excited, so how can his unreliable little guy not get excited with her touches? He could feel him rising up.

Is she lingering on my nipples purposefully? Does she not know they are sensitive?

Jerlina was not even looking at Jeremy's face as she was very interested in his torso.

Yeep! How awesome! It feels nice to touch a hard chest. No wonder models usually are well-built, huh! Men should be hard! I wish he is not wearing his shirt. Should I just lift the shirt and..?

She paused as realization hit her.

Oh my...! Good Lord! What am I doing? What the hell am I doing? I am assaulting him!

"Yeah, it won't fit...hehehe..." she grimaced and took a couple of steps. "Your chest looks bigger than 32 inches. I'll get you something bigger... hehe..." she could feel the corners of her lips twitching. "I am hungry. I'll go eat," She ran away.

Jeremy squatted on the floor holding his abdomen.

This woman would be the end of me!

He was feeling uncomfortable down there, but he started to chuckle.

Didn't she say she's acting impulsively with me? Is this one of her 'uncontrollable impulses'? She doesn't mind me touching her either at times. And the other day, she let me fix her collar. I bet she won't let anyone and everyone do that to her.

Does that mean she is interested in my body? How could she not? I have a well-built body enviable by men even. She sure is interested and doesn't find my touches as repulsive.

I mean... She slept with me once before, after all!

Isn't this good for me?

He looked at his crotch.

Be a little patient, little guy... We can definitely get her heart!

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Jerlina looked at her empty plate and sighed. In her fluster she didn't even bring the Tupperware here. And now her stomach is grumbling and she didn't dare to get in the kitchen for the lasagna.

Oh, sweet lasagna... Come to me...

She sniffed.

You're becoming a bad girl, Jerlina! How many times would you apologize to him? Where is your self-control? Where is your dignity? Since when did you become a groper? You have to be jailed!

She rested her forehead on the table. Her fingers tingled as she rehashed the hard feeling she felt moments ago. Her body got warm.

Oh, Lord! Cleanse this dirty soul! Free me of my sinful desires! If I am a lost cause, send a bolt of lightning to land on my head!

She prayed sincerely.

"Eat first. Sleep later," she heard that pleasant, deep voice near her and she opened her eyes.

What next?