Stella looked around the room filled with loud noises. All the morning greetings, having breakfast together with your family and then plan the day together, that was all just a dream for her, which now might come true.

Her eyes went through the room and landed on the man who was trying his very best to hide his face behind the newspaper he is reading and trying every bit to avoid making eye contact with her. Well good for him, because I am not in a mood to look at him too.

Then to ignore him she descended the stairs smiling and acknowledged others present around and found a gullible Oliver, who was quite not enjoying the company of Mrs.Tunner after getting spoiled by Stella over night. She hurriedly went towards him and took him in her open arms and craddled him gently.

"Amm...Good Morning everyone."She noticed the maids giving her a friendly glance with a soft reply back, followed by a cut short reply by Albert, which she thought was not needed.

She looked down at Oliver in her arms and thanked the Lord that at least he is not like him. He neither says cruel words nor hurt her feelings. That is how kids are. They are like angels of God and God himself resides in their innocent hearts. She kissed Oliver lightly on his head and mashed the banana on the bowl and fed him with it in small bites.

On the other side the atmosphere in the dining room was quite tense. Stella tried to distract herself in feeding Oliver with mashed bananas and Albert was trying hard to start with some conversation.

He just wanted to talk to her, at least get a response out of her. He dislikes getting ignored and that especially from her. They are not kids anymore.

At least she can look at me if not willing to talk.

In this way I can admire her pretty eyes, luscious lips...

He coughed trying to remove such thoughts from his mind. Get a grip on yourself! You just can't keep on thinking such stuff whenever she is around.

Right now he was admiring looking at the bonding between Oliver and Stella and somewhere felt a pang of jealousy, seeing how lucky Oliver was to get Stella's devoted attention and love.

"Uhhu...uhhu.....amm...I think, we need to talk, Stella."

Oh..so he wants to talk now.

He kept aside the newspaper in his hands and took a sip of his almost cold coffee. Stella didn't even glance his way and passed Oliver to Mrs.Tunner, asking her to excuse them for a while.

"Yes...say." She didn't even shift in her seat to look at him or even turn her face to notice his facial expressions, which as per her intuition must be probably, scowling.

She side glanced.

Bingo!

"I am talking to you dammit! At least acknowledge my presence."

"For godsake Stella....look at me." He banged his fist on the table and stood up from his seat.

Stella knew that she was riling him up and trying to get on his nerves was not in her best, but that was not her intention. She just didn't want to face him and show him how sad he makes her or how much exactly does his rudeness affects her.

Albert had enough of her childish behavior. He rounded the corner taking long strides to reach her chair and turned it with much force than needed.

Albert tucked her chin up, making her meet his glance at once .

"Never....and I warn you again....ever ignore me Stella." He inched closer and she could literally feel his warm breath fanning all over her face, making her breasts rise and fall with every single breathing she took, turning her into a hot mess for him. "Don't tempt me Stella. You won't like the results."

Stella was breathing hard, looking too shocked and if to be true to herself, she was getting scared too. She is well aware that Albert is short tempered since childhood, but actually getting to witness it, was something unexpectable.

"Albert....you are hurting me." She tried to wriggle her face out from his grasp but he caged her in between his hands and the dinning table, making her unable to move.

He looked down at her innocent face and noticed that she was afraid of his current demeanor, but he didn't have a damn about it right now.

He just wanted to have a taste of her and her petal lips.

Inch by inch, he made the distance between their faces close and was so close that he could easily enjoy the heavenly fragrance over her recently shampooed hair and her natural body fragrance.

"You are so delicious..."He kissed her sweet slender neck, leaving trails of wet kisses and caught her waist making her lay her back slightly on the dining table.

Stella so badly wanted to stop whatever this was going on, again.
She can't believe this was happening to her without her consent and that too again.

How can she give away herself so easily in the hands of this monster, her so called husband, when she is well aware about his nature and the fact, he has a mistress.

Mistress !

That clicked something inside her and she pushed him away, getting up from her seat and pushing Albert more and more while banging her small hands on his hard chest.

"Stella....stop." She kept on pushing him which made Albert to take steps back and ultimately landed on the foot of the stairs, which made him stumble back with Stella falling above him.

They were wriggling among themselves and trying to fight while other wanted to stop, when the sound of coughing of an intruder made them stop.

Quote: The couple that fights the most is the one most in love... it shows they care enough to notice the other one screwed up and care enough to mention it to the person so they can fix it. When you stop fighting it means you stopped caring.

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