David's POV || Rule #2

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>

Today seems like a fast-forward day. I can't believe we already hit the night without me noticing the passing time. To sum it up, the lady earlier and I got deep in to conversation, talking about how she got accepted. I honestly thought she was dangerous--as what Smith told me, but it turns out, she was just being sweet to me except for the other one.

Emily also told me about the past relationship of Smith and his sister, Jane. As she talked, I go on listening --- somewhat feeling a little down every word she used such as 'countless sex', 'kisses' and other real couples do.

Pft! I-I am not j-jealous...

But their relationship didn't last long. After a month, Emily's sister broke up with him because she can feel it wasn't working to both of them. As I can recall Emily's word earlier at the restaurant, her sister told her the reason why she broke up with him is all because Smith just used her for a sex. Nothing more, nothing less.

I frowned and sighed at the same time. So, Smith is really not interested when it comes to relationships? Oh, that's why he always makes fun the two of us together. With him hovering his body to me to bed is nothing, with him showing our wedding rings is also nothing.

I shook my head at the thought and slap slightly my cheeks from side to side. What were you thinking?! I thought you said that this is just a fake marriage and a fake husband bond? Then why are you sounding hoping?

Ugh! That's right. Why should I care? Smith has nothing to do with this and why should I really care at all?

"You okay?" The person on the door spoke. He was removing his shoes and placing it neatly to the side as well as loosing his tie. Gah, I can't look away.

"Y-yeah..." I tried to sound cool but failed when he was removing his tuxedo next, leaving a white T-shirt sando that was tightly tracing his abs.

No.

"I sh....should be asking you if you are fine." I decided to look away from my own liking of distraction. "Look at you, so haggard at all."

I heard his footsteps away from the main door and started increasing to my way. He also sat down on the couch besides me, nothing to wear but except of the sando and boxers. I gulped, already knowing that I am stuck to where I am now. Nothing but beside his hot and coolly body.

"Massage my back, legs, head and thighs." He spoke straightforwardly.

"U-uh?"

"You heard me," Smith shifted comfortably by laying on his flat stomach. "Massage me. Start from my back."

I face palmed. He wasn't joking about this right? If he do, then I guess the smirk that was always on his face, the mischievous spark on his eyes and the way he teases me is not being showed. Wait, wait, why should I?!

"Are you out of your mind? I am not your nanny. I am your---" I paused a bit for my next word. "...husband..." So it will become pressed.

Smith tsk-ed as he shook his head. "David, David, David... Didn't you read the agreement paper we just signed together before being a husband?" He shook his head disapprovingly. "The part where we should conduct a rule to each other. Actually, we forgot to do the first rule yesterday."

Now I hate my laziness for not reading the one sheet paper where all is mentioned there. Well, it's true what others says that 'Don't board the Word'.

"B-but....."

"Rule no. 2, massaging each other." He cut me off, laying again on his stomach. "Come on, after this you're up next."

"E-eh."

"Hurry! We still need to eat dinner."

"Fine!"

I stomped to stand up and positioned myself on top of his back. "Should I be on this position or else?" Aksing him with my almighty shaky voice.

He hummed softly, assuming he is already having the time of his life.

"But it looks embarrassing." I cursed instead under my breath. After a few minutes of debating mentally to myself, I know there is no other way out so I got to do it whether I like it or not.

To be honest as I already was, I wasn't a keen from these such things. Hell, I can be sarcastic but to this extent --- eh.

Placing my hands on his back --which is surprisingly soft--, I started to put a pressure on it. From the both side of his spine, shoulder blades and his shoulder. Smith can't help to shut his mouth so he keep saying 'ah' everytime I hit the tensed spot.

"Keep goi--ah! That's so nice. Hit that again. Ooohh.... So long I didn't get to have this kind of massage."

As I go on, I don't know if it's appropriate for me to laugh at how comfortable Smith is because I have no idea that he could act this way. Majority of all billionaires around the world, usually they are tend to be more conscientious, self-centered, serious and hardworking. If I'll label Smith, uh, I guess he was in the middle away from being a real billionaire.

But that was just I read on books.

I shrugged my shoulders at the thought and continued to serve my damn gorgeous husband. Note that latter sarcasm.

<><><><><>

The silent atmosphere went on as I was near from being done massaging Smith's tensing body. I looked at the clock and it was already passed seven. Sighing, I stood up and was about to massage his last part - which is his thigh, but when I positioned myself in it, I nearly fainted.

"What the heck Smith?" I shouted weakly. He scrunched his eyebrows as if he was innocent, not knowing what is his body reacting. I rolled my eyes, looked away and horrifically pointed at his boxers.

"So what? That's just just a boner. Not a big problem." He coolly brushed off as if it was nothing big to matter.

I blushed but that doesn't mean I'm embarrassed, instead, I was just preventing myself from punching him for not having a shame at all. "I can't massage your thigh if that thing is standing up. It's a distraction."

"Honey, that's just a natural effect. Of course, your massage was giving me pleasure so, why not erecting it?"

"Don't 'honey' me, Mr. Smith." I called mockingly, still not looking at his way. "And please don't brush it away as if it is nothing."

"I'm twelve inched by the way---"

"I'm not asking!!!" Now, my blush is growing uncontrollably.

"But I thought you were wondering." He smirked. A smirked that I hated the first time I met him. I blinked rapidly as I held my fist together. I looked any of his shorts that was laying around the room before throwing it perfectly to his face.

"Wear your shorts before I kicked you out of my house for harassing me." I said to him while turning my heels towards the kitchen.

"Wha?! Hey! You can't kick me out, this is my house too-- and hey!! Where are you going?! You're not still done." He shouted far across the living room.

"I'm done, you shameless bastard!" I shouted back.