Chapter 7

Drifting in thoughts, Chloe was brought back to reality by Freya, who was munching on an apple. Freya tapped her shoulder with a mischievous smile, "Hey sis, my brother is in his room already. What're you waiting for?" Speaking with experience, Nora added, "Go and have some fun, Chloe. I will make you my signature stew for a quick recovery!" "Oh my god! You guys!" Chloe covered her face with her hands with steam coming out of her head. The Boltons never beat around the bush. Instead of keeping Chloe around for a chat, Hank changed his mind and ushered her into Sam's room. "Chloe, it's getting late. Get some rest and we will see you tomorrow." Freya could not wait any longer, so she just grabbed Chloe's arm and hurried her to the second floor. Standing in front of Sam's room, Freya took a deep breath and knocked. "Hey brother, come out and get your wife!" After a while. Just as Freya was about to knock again, the door was suddenly opened. Out came Sam with his grim expression. "She can stay. You can leave now." In a flash, Sam snatched Chloe from Freya's arms like a falcon with its prey. Then he turned around and slapped the door behind them. They could still hear Freya's roar as they walked away from the door. Being a jokester in the family, Freya could have even to borrow some sex toys to spice up Sam and Chloe's first night. Unfortunately, Sam never found his sister's playfulness amusing. Since Sam was being a jerk, Freya had no choice but to take it up a notch! Like an evil genius, Freya pulled out a remote controller from her pocket and pushed some buttons at the crack of the door. Then, she walked away with a wicked laugh. Seeing Freya with a smirk on her face, Nora got curious and asked, "Freya, what did you do this time?" "Nothing!" Freya waved her hands frantically, and the remote in her hand gave her away. Owen and Nora saw the remote, then looked at each other and both let out a chuckle. Freya had pulled this prank before when they first got married. No one would know how Sam would treat Chloe, hopefully not too rough. After shooing Freya away, Sam turned around and leaned his body against Chloe on the sturdy door. He asked with an impish grin, "Can't wait to come to my room and relive that night?" "Your room?" Chloe was baffled. "Do you mean that I have my own room in this house?" If it was true, it would be great. Both of them could have their own privacy. A sparkle of anger flared up in Sam's eyes. Chloe twisted his words on purpose. Before he could react, the LCD TV in the bedroom suddenly turned on. In a second, an ear-piercing screech exploded in the room. As Sam turned to the TV, a ghastly girl with unkempt hair seemed to be climbing out of the screen. Chloe's pupils widened and subconsciously grabbed Sam's shirt, trembling, "Why... does the TV turn on... by itself?" Sam looked back at her, with a trace of amusement. This was obviously another of Freya's pranks. She was trying to scare Chloe into falling into his arms. From the day he first met her, there was nothing but serenity in her bright eyes. He had never seen her like this, shook like a leaf. With the corner of his mouth turned up, Sam stood in the front of the TV. As he expected, the remote control was nowhere to be found, so he just went behind the TV and pulled the power plug. On one hand, Sam was furious at Freya for pulling another prank on him. On the other hand, seeing Chloe being so vulnerable, his desire for her grew stronger than ever. Now that they are married, he figured he should make the most out of it. After Sam turning off the TV, Chloe was still hung up on what just happened. Noticing Sam approaching, she got tensed up again instantly. With a devilish smirk, he asked, "Mrs. Bolton, care to join me on the bed?" "No!" "It's a privilege for any woman to share a bed with me. How could you turn down such an offer? Don't tell me you didn't enjoy what we had from the other night." "You shameless b*stard!" Chloe cursed as her face turned pinkish. She tried to take a step away from Sam, yet she was held tightly in the arms of her husband. As an attempt to end her struggle skilfully, Sam joked, "Where are you off to at this hour? Your man and bed are both here!" "Let go of me!" But Sam already grabbed Chloe's slender wrists and held them above her head. Chloe could not think of anything but to step on him. Unfortunately, it did not do much damage with a pair of cotton-padded slippers. It was or less like a tickle. "Why struggle? Aren't you fine with any man just like last time in the hotel?" Sam leaned closer to her ear, so close she could feel the hot air blowing at her. He carried on with his ridicule, "Or, after that night, you want to play hard-to-get now?" Feeling butterflies in her stomach, Chloe tried so hard to avoid eye contact and his slowly approaching lips. She murmured, "Stop it..."