Alisha’s POV
After Archie left the dining room, I couldn't help but worry about how he might be feeling after eating the garlic sausage for the first time. Although I wanted to see him suffer a bit, I didn't want him to have any problems due to the garlic's scent at Shaunda's house. I had initially planned to check on him by myself.
However, it was Louie who mentioned his intention to find Archie to have a chat, which allowed me to breathe a sigh of relief. With Louie heading his way, there was no need for me to worry about the possibility of Archie fainting from the overpowering garlic odor.
Surprisingly, neither of them returned to the dining room even after the sumptuous meal was over. Shaunda appeared unperturbed by their absence, and she even added a playful wink in my direction. Through the ever-efficient butler, Samuel, she conveyed a message: "Don't be concerned; boys occasionally require a bit of private space."
After finishing dinner, I made my way back to my room. Yet, just as I settled in, I heard a noise coming from the bathroom. What was that sound? My curiosity and worries both piqued, I approached cautiously. Through the steam-fogged glass door, an unexpected sight greeted me – a figure, tall, strong and naked. It was Archie!
Oh, Archie was staying with me in Shaunda's house this time, and we were supposed to share the same bedroom. Damn it, how could I forget to find an excuse earlier to have Samuel arrange for another guest room for me? What should I do now?
Water cascaded down Archie's form as he leisurely ran his hand through his damp hair. It seemed he had sensed my presence and lifted his gaze, locking eyes with me through the misted glass.
My heart raced uncontrollably, and I instinctively closed my eyes and spun away from the scene. Archie's gaze felt too penetrating, too intimate, and I found myself utterly unprepared for it.
However, maybe because I was so nervous, I accidentally stumbled and fell down. This was excruciatingly mortifying! Hastily, I clambered back onto my feet, desperate to leave as soon as possible.
As I regained my footing, the sound of water in the bathroom abruptly ceased. Panic coursed through me, and I attempted to run away, but to my astonishment, I stumbled once more! Moon Goddess! Was your punishment for me not the loss of my wolf but a newfound physical disability in my human legs?
This time, frustration etched across my face, I sent a sharp glare towards the carpet, delivered an irate thump to its surface. The source of my stumble became painfully clear - Archie's black shirt, carelessly strewn across the floor. I cursed under my breath. Damn Archie, leaving his clothes scattered about. It was beyond exasperating!
Archie must have noticed that I had fallen twice in a row and was probably mocking me silently. While I seethed with anger and frustration, I steeled myself to stand once more and beat a hasty retreat.
But just as I prepared myself to leave, a rush of moisture hit me, and I instinctively twisted around – Archie had silently appeared next to me, completely naked! Not a scrap of fabric, not even a modest towel, to shield his body! He stood beside me, arms crossed, and looked down at me from a higher vantage point.
I clenched my eyes shut, and resisted the urge to scream. Instead, I took a deep, calming breath and fought to regain my composure. Then, with as much dignity as I could muster, I rose from the floor, determined to distance myself from this audacious exhibitionist who evidently had no intention of dressing.
Yet, before I could take a single step, Archie's strong grip clamped onto my arm, and he inquired, "Where do you think you're running off to?"
I stubbornly kept my eyes squeezed shut, refusing to meet his gaze, my voice stuttering, "I... I... I have something..."
"At this hour? Where can you possibly be going?"
I faltered, stammering, "I... I want to change rooms!"
"Why in the world would you want to do that? You're my wife, you should stay with me. Why would you want to change rooms?"
"This is about my freedom. I can sleep wherever I please, and you can't control me."
With a huff of indignation, Archie retorted, "Can't control, huh? We'll see about that." As soon as those words left his lips, I had a sinking feeling. In the very next moment, Archie scooped me up in his arms and began striding determinedly towards the bedroom.
Beneath the thin fabric of my clothing, Archie's chest radiated heat, and I couldn't help but feel his warmth against my skin. It was an incredibly awkward situation; I didn't know where to place my hands, desperately trying to avoid any direct contact with his damp, bare skin. It appeared that Archie hadn't bothered to dry himself after his shower, and the droplets of water in his hair were now seeping into my clothes. I failed to tear my gaze away from the pronounced contours of his muscular arms, and an inexplicable dryness formed in my throat.
For a moment, Archie's actions left me momentarily stunned. After he had carried me a few steps, I finally reacted and hastily yelled at him, "Put me down immediately!"
Archie, however, remained unfazed. "I'm just carrying my wife to bed. What's the problem with that?"
"I don't want to sleep with you! I don't even want to see you for a second longer!"
"Is that so?" Archie responded, his tone laden with suggestive insinuation. "But didn't you tell Shaunda earlier that you cared about me very much, and you even specially prepared my ‘favorite’ garlic sausages? Considering your efforts, I've decided to reward you properly tonight."
Hearing this, I struggled even harder. "Let go of mem right now! I didn't need you fucking reward at all!"
“You are smart, it is indeed a FUCKING reward.”
“No! I refuse!”
Archie halted abruptly, leveling an unfriendly glare in my direction. "You used to insist on sharing a bed with me all the time, sneaking into my room and cuddling up to me at the slightest excuse. So, what's changed now?"
"Hmph, weren't you always kicking me out of your room every time I crept into your bed?" I shot back, my anger mounting. Every time I sneaked into Archie's room, slipped under his covers, and curled up beside him, it was only a matter of time before he would scoop me up and eject me from his quarters.
"It seems like you are quite unhappy about it. Well, tonight, I'll make it up to you," Archie declared, swiftly tossing me onto the bed.
Startled, I scrambled to get off the bed.
Archie raised an eyebrow, eyeing me with suspicion. "Are you shy?"
Archie stood by the bedside, the soft illumination casting striking shadows on his bare physique, making him resemble a sculpture carved by ancient hands. Regardless of our strained relationship, I had to begrudgingly acknowledge that he possessed an impressive physique.
But there was no way I could tell Archie about that, or his ego would inflate to unbearable proportions!
Instead, I summoned all my courage, glanced at his lower body. To be honest, his member’s size was really impressive. But I managed a sardonic smile before cheekily remarking, "Shy? Why would I be shy? With your short and slender dick down there, you're the one who should feel shy, don't you think?"