Dalmi had been sitting on the floor now for minutes, but Carden didn't even flinch or make a small move. He was still leaning his arm against the armrest, playing with his lower lip using his index finger while his eyes were on the television. It was like Carden was purposely ignoring Dalmi.
The woman glanced at him with her brow arched. The towel was resting on his lap, and the man seemed like he won't bother to do what she commanded.
Dalmi rushed towards the hallway and forcibly closed the door, turning the lock on as she rested her back against the hardwood, her hand patting her chest as she tried to calm her heartbeats down. It was as if someone was chasing after her that she was catching her breath.With deep sighs, she turned towards her vanity and slump. In front of her was her large mirror. She put her palms on her cheeks, tapping them as if the redness would vanish.
After parking her car, Dalmi unbuckled her seat belts and reached for her bag to get her lipstick, and glide in lightly on her lips. She sprayed some perfume on her wrist and neck before opening her car's door.In her hand were two cups of coffee and on the other was her handbag. With her two-inched scarpin heels, she strides the way to the tower's lobby."Good Afternoon, Mrs. Thompson!"
"Come again?" Carden furrowed his brows and put down his coffee, pouring all his attention to his wife.Dalmi, in her crossed arms and a straight face, repeated. "I want to work in your company.""Yeah, I heard that! I mean, why did you suddenly decided about this? I didn't expect it from you since–"
"Girl, why are you here?" Jackie, in his fake, annoyed expression, spoke. He was standing right in front of Dalmi, the door of the bar behind him, and his hand holding the steel knob."Why do you sound like you aren't pleased upon seeing me?" Dalmi retorted."You didn't even call me, so why would I be pleased?" he rolled his eyes and opened the glass door for her.Dalmi glanced at the glass, catching a glimpse at the tranquil and gorgeous sky.The sun was still up, but the red and yellow hues of clouds started to create the golden hour. Dalmi would've enjoyed this view in their penthouse's veranda, but she was here.The entire place would've been silent, only if her best friend didn't nag much about her surprise visit.She slumped on a high stool on the bar counter and combed her hair using her fingers."You've got nothing to do with this place, girl. Why'd you bother to go?" Jackie sneered. "And where is your husband? I will be beyon
"You can just ask him to do it with you, Dalmi! No need to exert a lot of effort to seduce Carden." Jackie acted like he was flipping his hair and sat in front of Dalmi."No! You don't understand! We have been married for a month. If he wants to do it, he would! It would be embarrassing if I would initiate it!" Dalmi drank another shot, pouring all her frustrations on it as she thinks of how to seduce her husband.She closed her eyes. Why did she suddenly think of those things? She was sure she doesn't like him. As far as she could remember, she stuck on her mind not to be involved with that man's life.Carden was way too far from his brother. Casimir was better than the older, and if only she wasn't married to him, she would still come after that man. Now that he talks to him and smiles at him, it would be more comfortable.But with Carden...she feels different. Every time he was around, and their skin would touch, she feels something burning. Her heart
Carden's gaze swiveled to the whole room. The bland walls of the waiting area added to the coldness he could feel from his fingertips. He bit his lips and closed his eyes, gently rubbing his palms on his knees as he silently prayed for the result of his tests.The calmness of the air inside the room and the awkward noise coming from the air-conditioner and ultrasound machine slowly brought fear in his veins, making his breathing ragged as he began to chant in whispers.
“Carden, do you want to sleep with me?” Dalmi’s sultry voice rang in the man’s ear. She pulled herself up and stood in front of Carden, tilting her head as she tries to take a peek at his husband’s reaction.“Why was it so hot? My skin felt itchy.” Dalmi trailed her fingers on her arms, her other hand reached for the hem of her dress to pull it upwards when Carden stopped her.He held her hand. A faint light coming from the small gap between the door and wall gave the woman a chance to see his expression. His bloodshot eyes felt like a knife piercing through her. It was too sharp, it could almost throw daggers at her. His prominent jaw was clenching hard and tight, his low breaths telling her he didn’t like what she said.“Why? I want to remove it, it’s uncomfortable,” she said and tries to remove his hand from her, but he pushed her at the edge of the bed, making her sit as he stood in front of h
Ever since he realized he was already a man and he could take any woman, he said to himself he would never take advantage of a drunk woman, no matter who she is.The image of a woman standing inches away from him, with her slow breaths and sultry eyes made his throat go dry, but he couldn’t even respond to what she just said.With Dalmi’s soft hand and small touches, Carden could feel his body temperature rising. He was sobber, and he was also sure he didn’t take any alcohol before going to that bar to take this woman home, but he felt so drunk with her blue pair of orbs. Her eyes seemed so clear, like a mirror where he could see what he feels.He wanted to embrace her. The moment her lips brushed on his earlier, he wanted to make it deeper. He wanted more, but he swore to himself not to break any promises.“You asked what you should do to make me stop...” Dalmi stood on her heels and played with the ha