Started Typing On – 27/04/2019 - Started Typing Again On – 15/05/2019
Published on - 07/07/2019

Chapter 1- Call Of The Devil

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Author's Pov:

He jumps of the soft mattress and glances around to spot his shirt somewhere on the floor. His light brown, with a tiny shade of dark coco beans coloured hair were messed up as he rubs his eyes to adjust them to the sun shining through their light fabric blueish and purplish curtains in their bedroom. His eyes drop at the mirror in front of him, watching his glowing face through the reflection he smiles ear to ear at the sleeping form of his wife.

Ellie slept like a baby curled up in a ball. Her naked body was covered with the golden duvet cover with a hand flinging over the duvet. He grins at himself as he tries to put her cold arm under the duvet. At this time of the year, in early mornings in Auckland could be chilly. At times he just wanted to cuddle up to her all day and relax. No work. No phone calls. No tension.

He's known her since their university days but till now he doesn't understand why she keeps one arm outside the duvet even when she's cold. Temperature issues? Probably. He just knows one thing, he loves that habit of hers since he gets to touch her smooth skin in process. Talking about taking advantage.

He runs his fingers on her also brown silky hair, untangling her hair, and fears for the future. Am I doing wrong? The questions keep popping up and he can't help but think over it. Could his future—his dreams fade away in an instant? Could life really hate him so much for where he was standing currently? Could the possibilities of having a family with his wife seem impossible?

"El." He put his hand on her shoulder lightly not wanting to irritate her, he remembers and makes sure not to shake her because she hates that. His wife says it's the worst way to wake someone up, especially if they're dreaming about something exotic. The major reason is she gets scared but she never admitted it to him. "El," his hoarse morning voice not only touches her sleepy body but also her ear, he dips down extra close, letting his breath send chills down her spine. She reacts, smiling in her sleep and dips her head deeper into the pillow as he kisses it softy.

"Get up, I'm making breakfast soon." With a heavy sigh covering his face he accepted the fact that she wouldn't get up soon enough. Muttering a small 'hurry up,' he jumped off the bed and collected his clothes from the floor and retired to the bathroom, making sure to close the door without making any loud noise from waking her up.

"Josh answer it." She groans yawning and letting the duvet hide her face from the constant ring of her phone. Her phone had other plans, whoever called had hung up and she smiled in her sleep but the smile couldn't have last any longer. It rang again but this time the caller didn't hang up, growling extra loud she turned around to reach out for the phone with her sleep eyes when she saw Josh taking the phone in his hand.

"I'll answer it." The white towel was wrapped around his neck and his wet hair was dripping from the shower he'd just had. The water slid down his neck and onto his built naked chest when she closed her eyes laying her head on the pillow. Sleepy head. Apart from him, she loved sleep.

Josh walks out the room closing the door behind and into the kitchen to turn on the stove up for some hot coffee. He did that every weekend, it was an unspoken agreement between the two. Weekends were his days to make breakfast and boss her around to head over to the park for a run. 'Move those muscles, Ellie. You gotta stay fit.' If it wasn't for him she'd never even try doing some push-ups.

"Hello." Josh answered the phone without glancing once at the caller ID, his full focus was on opening up the cabinet, his fingers roam around on the surface inside the cabinet, trying to touch the coffee jar.

He spotted the living room curtains closed and gave a displeased shake. The man loved having the sunlight in the house, Ellie on the other hand, well, she didn't hate it but also didn't love it. 'It ruins my sleep.' She says and he just laughs seeing her nose scrunched up.

He stalks towards the living room to open up all four curtains and let the natural sunlight lighten up his house and feel the warmth when he hears a reply from a male voice, "Hello? Ellie?" The sound of the manly deep voice from the other end of the phone forced Josh to let out an unplanned annoyed sigh slip from the corner of his mouth, he didn't regret it though. The husband's lips close into a thin line, upset.

He's not the one to suspect on people or become a victim of jealousy easily or possessive but the demanding voice asking for Ellie wasn't very appreciated by him. The voice held this aura of wealth and power, it was a clear dominating voice—no hesitation involved—like the world resolved around this caller and he knew it.

"Josh here, her husband. You, may I ask?" He couldn't be bothered looking at the contact name, he didn't want to miss even a small word by the caller in between the name sneak peek. His hand leaves the open curtain and picks up Ellie's heels falling by the couch. She didn't even get a chance to breathe properly after reaching home last night because of Josh's strong and longing craving for her. She's still a drug to him.

He heard a heavy sigh from the other end of the call making him frown a little. Nathan closes his eyes tight shut as anger and rage pounds through his veins and his heart stomps beneath his muscular chest just by the thought of Ellie being in another man's arms. Why didn't you choose me?

"Hale." He raises his voice a little too much for Josh's liking, to show the dominating and strong side of him just through his voice. It wasn't for anger now, he just wanted to compete with the man who was married to Ellie. Just show him how powerful and better he is and not Josh. "Nathan Hale."

"Oh." Josh's face remained the same, unexcited to talk to him nor liking the tone much but let it go noticing Ellie's scarf on the couch from last night. A small smile tickles his lips remembering her lips on his just before they made love, but the smile didn't spread to the rest of his face hearing a heavy breath from the other end. He remembers Nathan's still waiting for his answer. "Sorry Mr Hale, she's sleeping right now. Any urgent work? I could pass on the message or I could ask her to call you back?" He tried to sound polite though he wasn't getting any positive vibes from the man so far.

The phone around his hand had been held tightly now. Sleeping? Why? Had they had sex? Nathan couldn't stop the questions from appearing in his head. She's always been on time at work, she was the most organised employee he had then why would she be sleeping right now? It was ten AM already. "No, I'll call back later. Bye." And he hung up on Josh storming into his bathroom to rinse away the anger boiling up inside him.

If only he remembered it's weekend today.

Josh drops the phone on the couch and walks into the bedroom to put her scarf into the wardrobe but before that he places her heels back on their place. "El, wake up, it's ten already." He raises his voice, slightly, to wake her up once he closes the wardrobe. He sees her stir in her sleep but doesn't make any attempt to wake up or move from her spot. He sighs feeling like he's dealing with a child sometimes even that was easier than dealing with the sleepy Ellie.

"That's it, you asked for it." He mutters more to himself just to make sure if he's sure about this. He walks towards her sleeping form, kneeling behind her he smirks a little at his mischief idea. His eyes lit up, and he starts running his fingertips gently and softy down her neck to torture her. She moans into her sleep, trying to shake his hand of her from the sweet punishment.

Down his fingers went, along her well-structured collar bone, and down the alley of her shoulders but he furrows his brows seeing the golden duvet covering—shielding her arms from his assault. Carefully taking the duvet of her arms, he finds his lips twitching into an unrecognising smile. Just seeing her like that sent warmth down his body and pride of claiming her as his wife.

His best decision was to marry Ellie and make her Ellie Josh Adams.

Shoving away the thought and pride, Josh starts gracing her arms with his fingers, softly, extra slowly, and carefully but with enough balance of tease and gentleness. He expected her to hold onto her giggle a little longer than this but she surprised Josh by letting out a happy giggle escape her mouth. Her reaction to his touch, like a zing straight to his already shattered heart.

Was she still dreaming? He thought smiling down at her. She often did that, smiling in her sleep. She shifts under him trying to move away with her eyes closed when Josh holds onto her elbow with a jerk that she finally opened her eyes and met his face.

His gentle yet naughty green eyes like the open forest looking back at her own dark brown chocolate eyes with a grin that very much touched his face. She was tempted to roll her eyes but decided to save that for later and just gave him the annoyed look. "Don't give me that look, you slept like a pig." He half laughed and half seriously said to her, his own lips didn't know whether they should curl into a smile to go straight into a thin line.

"Shut up, Josh." Ellie pushes him over and he falls beside her on his back. "I was dreaming about something, and you ruined it." Her eyes narrow, upset and his eyes pained seeing her all sad. She sat up, the duvet rising with her as she ties her hair into a messy quick bun and he watches her with adoration.

Ellie was waiting on Josh to speak but when she didn't hear a single word utter from his delicious mouth she frowned. She loved hearing him speak, that deep husky voice making her fall on her feet for him. Glancing over to him she saw him watching her, his eyes staring right into hers with a direct invitation. His expressions blank now, like he doesn't know what to plaster onto his face now.

He just watches his wife, silently, no smile, and no creepiness. Just lost. She leans over to him, boring into his hypnotizing green eyes. His heart roars at her closeness and her breath hitches. At one point in their life they thought they'd never be together, now when Ellie looks back she just smiles.

Her gaze meets his, a small beautiful smile curled up in her lips. He closes his eyes, his small breath fanning her face as he sniffs the beautiful and sweet smell of her hair and the rich scent of her skin, a delicate combination of lotion she must have used and her perfume. Not even been twenty-four hours since they were together and he already wishes to perform the scene again.

He closes his eyes, his face only a mere inch away from her, his one hand slipping around her small waist. Her breath becomes heavy and she copies his action by shutting her eyelids as well. He hears her shaky breath and smiles knowing his effect on her. His hand loosely hung around her, not too protectively like last night when he had no control. His other hand glazing down her warm and hot cheeks, setting her body on fire.

"God, Josh." Her breathless voice comes, her hands touches his shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze. She knew exactly what he was trying to do to her.

"What?" He plays along, supressing his smile from slipping. He opens his eyes, meeting her closed eyes facing him. She runs her fingers along his shoulders, trying to do anything to control her emotions and her touch feels so good to him. Like fire.

"Jerk." She huffs in irritation and he knows if he carries on his teasing he'd lose her for no good. Tucking his rough fingers into her smooth hair he brings her closer. Before she could react and open her eyes to glare at him he brushes lips into hers to silence her.

Thousands of butterflies irrupt in her body, Ellie feels herself drowning into her lips—like always. Like forever. Her body always reacted so well to Josh's, so well that it hurt how easily she lost control over it. Her hands find his hair, she pulls onto it and wraps her arms around his neck, touching his hair in between as she moans into his mouth.

Just a sweet passionate kiss, a small brush of his lips on hers and she losses it. No tongue, just lips, firing onto each other, both wanting to dominate one another but none of them were ready to lose the battle. He was vaguely aware of her hands clasping him tightly, but he didn't care because in that moment, he never wanted to let her go.

They break apart, their lips parted and they share breaths one after another. His fast, craving for more and hers shaky, still overwhelmed.

She breaks the kiss first, dropping her head forward so his chin rests close to her forehead. He stroke her cheek and tuck a few stray hairs behind her ear, his fingers lingering when he hear her whisper, "Still a jerk."

He lets out a heartfelt chuckle, bringing her body along with his down on the soft mattress. Her hair falls on his face and he removes his hand from her waist to tuck the hair behind her ear. "I know." He murmurs, bringing her face closer to kiss her red nose from the cold. "But your jerk." Rubbing his nose into hers, he feels the slight brush of her lips onto his, smiling at his comment.

"That's right." She giggles, hugging his naked body into hers and inhales his fresh scent. Her arms tightly wrapped around his neck, not wanting to let go. He does the same, tightening his hold on her waist in a secured embrace.

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