Shouldn't Have Kissed You novel Chapter 46

Chris got up from his seat and took his jacket with him. It had been a long day and it was time him to go and pick up his soon to be wife for the second time. It did sound crazy that is what it was. What else could he call it anyway?

Chris walked passed his personal assistant who smiled at him and he smiled back. Life could never have been better than it was at that moment. He was happy. Happy than he thought he could ever be but Maya made it possible. She made him realise that happiness was not about loving someone but also being loved back.

Its not like Kimberly had loved him at all. She did but in her own special way. She also taught him somethings that he would never forget but with Maya, it was different. He wanted to see her every single minute. He wanted to hear her voice every time at that had him wonder if he has loved her to an extent of obsession.

Of course Wesley said he was whipped but was that enough to explain himself? Was that an answer to his madness with her. Everything in life had limit even love its self but when it came to his fiancé, he had none. It did scare him as hell but he kept on loving her. Call him crazy but he had an idea of how crazy he was with her.

Chris got in his car and drove towards the hospital. She had to be done with her operation at that time. The last they spoke, she had told him that she was giving a teenager girl a new face after hers was destroyed in a car accident two years ago. He had been curious as to how that was possible but Maya had explained it to him.

Of course he understood two percent of what she was talking about as for the rest, it was misery to him. Its just how she didn't understand how he came up with new line of clothes or how he composed his songs. Speaking of songs, his album had been released the following day after he had proposed to Maya. People took it positively and some of the songs in it were on the billboard top ten and he couldn't be more happy than he was.

Chris did not understand how someone like him could be that happy. He hadn't done anything to God for him to deserve what he had at that moment. In fact, he had done quite the opposite of being faithful to God. But he is a mysterious God. He works in ways that us human can't even understand ourselves.

Chris pulled in front of the hospital and to his surprise, Maya stood there waiting for him. And there he was thinking he had gone early. He was about to get out and open the door for her and she did it for herself. That was one sign of knowing miss Maya Rollins was mad. The second sign was her not saying hi or glancing your way. And she didn't do any of that, so he knew he had to pay for it.

But could you blame him? He had meetings the whole day and had asked him not to come early since she had no idea how long the operation would take. And now she was mad at him? Anyway, if he loved her, he had to love everything about her and to be honest, he loved her even when she was mad and all that.

"Hello, kitten." Chris greeted pecking her left cheek. "How was your day?"

She didn't answer and he wasn't expecting her to answer anyway. He started the car and drove in silence. He knew what you make her talk but right now, they had to get home first.

Chris pulled in front of their mansion and got out of the car after Maya had gone out without even a glance. To him, he never thought that he would ever think of this mansion too big for him but now it was.

Maya had a point when she had one evening said they needed a small apartment until they had a big family. And by a big family she meant the one that he had talked about when he had proposed.

Yeah, the football team that he had talked about. Till today Maya hasn't stopped pestering him in wanting to know how he pulled a proposal like that but him being him, it was his secret to keep and not tell.

After all, he never kissed and told anyway.

Once Chris walked in the bedroom. Their bedroom. It had changed from his to theirs and it would never change in plural ever again. Till death tore then apart. Chris pulled his tie followed by bottom up shirt before he completely stripped naked.

He walked to the bathroom where the shower was running and walked behind his wife. She looked tired and he wanted to help her. He didn't know how but he was ready to do anything just to help her.

"It's about the other teenager patient, right?" He asked taking away the cloth she was using to wash her body.

He had it figured out when she didn't even smile at him in the car. That's how his wife was. Too attached to her patients that she cried over every single one of them that she couldn't save. But wasn't that like.

Science talks about balance. Like one has to die for another to be born. For the world to have balance. That's why every day someone dies and also someone is born. That's how it works and we can't change that. Science or biblical, it's what it was.

Maya nodded her head as she let Chris was her off. Chris pulled Maya into a hug and rubbed her stomach as she let her tears flow freely. He knew it hurt but he had tried. Tried to make not to get attached that much but is what is wife was. Always ready to give at any time.

"You know," he said when the water had washed away the soap on her body. "She did fight, love. I mean as much it hurts you, think of her mother."

Maya turned around to look at him.

"That's why I'm sad, Chris. No mother is supposed to go through what that woman went through. I mean no parent should bury their own kids. I don't want that to ever happen to me Chris, I would die."

She was right. no parent deserved to bury their own kids. everyone wants to grow old beside their loved ones and that is the dream of every parent out there. The moment the kid is conceived one only things of dying a happy parent. no one dreams of their kids dying. And just like Maya, he would die if he buried his own.

"I know but its only the one who is up there who can answer why somethings happen the way they do."

Maya wrapped her arms around Chris and nodded her head in agreement. He knew she was thinking of how she could have done more the kid. But there was nothing to be done and the dead girls face had given another girl hope. A chance to face world again. A chance not to be called names anymore. A chance to be loved without being judged and he, he made Maya see that. He made her see the bright side also.

"Tell me what you want for dinner." This was after half an hour of them walking out of the bathroom. Maya was wiping away the droplets of water and Chris had changed into sweatpants.

"Mmmh..." Maya let her towel lay on the flow. Her mood had changed and now, Chris hoped she had stayed the way she was earlier. Of course not, he loved this Maya. He craved her and he would be a fool to ever let her go. "How about we've our desert before our main meal."

"And the salad?" He asked locking his gaze with hers. "I mean, I thought people start with salad then finish with desert."

Chris watched Maya take dangerous moves towards him and hell, he was out of breath. He was sure that he would never get used to see his wife like that. Seductive as ever and god have mercy, he was loosing it.

Chris felt her hands on his bare chest and hell, he was out of breath. Those light as a feather figures felt like heaven. They were even enough to make him loose all his self control.

"Puppy, I've told you so many times that we're not other people." She licked his chest and damn she knew how to press the right buttons.

"Don't do that again, kitten." Chris said fighting so hard.

"Do what?" She asked innocently locking her gaze with him for a while. "Do this?" She sucked the sensitive part on his neck and that was all it took him.

Chris carried Maya to bed and laid her gentle as if afraid to hurt her.

"You're going to pay for that Mrs Rollins."

And his lips were on hers. Sucking, demanding, dominating and taking everything that she could offer and hell, it was allot.

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"Are you sure that's how its cooked?" Maya asked Chris as he stirred the floor.

It was one hour later and they're both in the kitchen making real dinner. Chris was cooking some ugali as he had learned how to while in there honeymoon in Kenya. Maya wasn't sure since it had been over three months since there honeymoon and he did understand why. In fact he wasn't sure himself but he had to try, right.

Maya sat on the counter now wearing botty shorts which were black in colour and a tag top that she had started wearing when she was convinced that he didn't feel sorry for her. He won't lie that he didn't feel sorry when she first showed him her scars. He wanted to pull her into a hug and tell her he would never let anything as that happen to her but he couldn't. She was furious that night. More furious than he will ever see her but what could he have done.

He deserved her anger that time. He deserved the silent that he had got from her for months. But now, he would die if she ever did that to him. He was sure that he won't never survive her anger. Not anytime soon anyway.