Claiming His Wife (Unlikely Love)

By: Sam Crescent

“You didn’t have to get me this. I know our marriage isn’t a conventional one.”

It soon will be.

Sitting up in his chair, he glanced around the room. Where had that thought come from?

The waiter brought their food. He enjoyed watching her eat.

“I don’t want you to get a job,” he said.

“What am I expected to do with my day?”

“Whatever you want. You’re my wife, and like I said, I don’t want you working.”

“Can we at least talk about it?” she asked.

“We’re talking about it now. The answer is no.”

He saw the clenching of her jaw and couldn’t help but laugh. “You really want to skin me alive, don’t you?”

“I think you’re being unfair.”

“Think what you want to, baby. Eat up because then we’re going shopping.”


Tony signalled the waiter to fill their glasses. “Yes. I’ve got a charity ball this Friday to go to, and you’re coming with me.”

“I can pick out my own clothes.”

“I know, but this time I want to be there with you.”

Actually, he hadn’t planned to take her shopping. Sitting with her had made him open his eyes. He wanted to spend more time with her. He didn’t want the moment to end.

When she went to the ladies’ room, he phoned his assistant and told him to cancel all of his afternoon meetings.

Looking at her empty plate a deep sense of happiness overcame him. Opal wasn’t like any of the women he’d known in his life. She ate food and was kind. He wanted to be with her.

You’ll ruin her. What you want will destroy every part of who she is.

She walked out, and he ignored the warning within him. Opal brought out the good in him.

Chapter Four

She spent the rest of the day with Tony. He took her from one shop to the other for her to try on clothes. Not once did he look at another woman, even though they stumbled over each other to impress the man splashing his cash. The shopping experience was the best she’d ever been on. Usually her mother would bring clothes home, and she’d be forced to go on a diet until she fit into the small garments.

Once or twice the women made a comment about not having her size available. Tony smiled and said he’d find someone who wanted his custom. One store tried to make out she was his sister. That had been the funniest moment of her life. He’d kindly informed them to shut down his account with them as he didn’t take kindly to his wife being described as his sister.

Finally, they stopped at a more select store. She had felt like a fat whale when the women circled and assessed her. In the new store it was completely different. They escorted him to the dressing rooms where they had a private room for each customer. There were mirrors all around the room with a sofa in the middle.

“Don’t you have to wait outside or something?” she asked.

“No, darling. We’re married, and I get the opportunity to watch you get dressed.”

“None of the other stores let you in the room,” she said.

“That’s because I pay for the best. The other stores were a lot less than desired.”

The woman walked in with her arms laden with clothes. “I’ve brought several evening gowns. I don’t have your size, Mrs. Hunt, but I’m sure we can find you something more than suitable.”

Opal was thankful most of her body was covered when she tried different gowns on. Tony left part way through to answer a phone call. The lady didn’t change in her attitude.

“Thank you,” Opal said.

“What for, honey?”

“We’ve been to a lot of stores today, and you’re the first one that’s been nice to me.” Opal smiled at the woman.

“Don’t worry about it. We’re the best at what we do.”

Her gown was in place, a modest black evening gown that moulded to every lump and bump.

“You look stunning.”

“Don’t you think I look fat?” she asked the woman.

“Honey, you have curves, not fat. Curves. Some women would die for the body you’ve got.”

Tony walked into the room. She watched him stop and stare at her.

“What do you think?” she asked him.

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