Chapter Forty Two
I had it all planned out. Marrying Azraa was going to get my mother off my back, secure the old man’s funding and net me a quick and easy source of sex whenever I wanted.
It’s been a year and what do I have? A whale of a wife, a nagging mother and zero funding. I had to get a loan! Me. My family’s worth billions. But I had to lower myself and beg a bank for money.
God, these people. I can’t believe them. I’m the heir, the future of the family. It’s all going to be mine anyway, why can’t I just have it right now?
And why do I have to be the one to deal with all of this? None of my friends have to deal with this crap! They get to do whatever the hell they want. I don’t drink, I don’t do drugs, I don’t steal – I mean, I don’t have to steal, but still.
Fine, I cheat on Azraa. But that’s not my fault. If she weren’t so huge, I wouldn’t do it so often! Anyway, everyone cheats on their wife. It’s normal. Part of life.
It’s not like I’m committing this huge sin. I haven’t killed anyone, have I?
“WHAT? Mom, come on! I can’t believe you’re doing this to me, I really can’t.”
Great. Mom’s coming, not to see me, her first born son, but because of the little parasite growing inside my wife. Fuck’s sake. I can’t believe this. I really cannot believe this.
And she has no idea that what she’s doing is even wrong! She got mad at me. I’m beginning to think I played myself by marrying Azraa. I was trying to make things easier and they’ve only gotten a thousand times worse.
This girl is like a fucking curse. It wouldn’t be so bad if she’d just learn to do as she’s told! Take Amira – now she’s good. She does whatever I want, whenever I want. And she’s got this amazing body. Not that you’d know it with the way she wraps herself up like a mummy.
But I kinda like that. I like unwrapping her.
She’s the present I get to give myself whenever I want.
And Azraa gave her to me on a silver platter. It’s the one good thing she’s done as a wife.
This constant crying and whining is beginning to seriously get on my nerves. I have tried to be understanding and patient, but no more. Azraa’s been my wife for over a year. She should know better!
And I’m sick and tired of this fucking baby excuse. The baby’s not going away, is it? She needs to learn how to cope already! I’ve given her too much leeway, that’s the problem. I should never have been so lenient with her.
Women are like machines. They need maintenance to keep running properly. I’ve been neglecting Azraa but now, I’m going to give her my full attention.
It was actually really irresponsible of me to let her go like this. My parents taught me to take care of my things but I’ve just let her do as she pleases.
Well, she was my first wife. I was bound to make mistakes.
I’ll fix her. And if I can’t, my parents will get me a new one. It’s not like there’s a shortage of women, is there?
In the meantime, I can play with Amira all I want.