Second Thoughts?

~Victor~

“Are you sure that you are ready for this?” I smiled as I looked at her bare body laying on my bed, she wrapped her hands around my body.

“I’m ready.” She said almost like a whisper, I began kissing her neck tracing myself to her chest. I used my tongue to run circles around her firm tits, she let out a sharp moan.

I teased her clit with my hand, her body felt a surge immediately my hands touched her. “Give it to me, give it all to me.” Her hands were running my hair, her panting grew wilder.

“Oh honey, I love it when you beg for it. So, I want you to beg for it.” I used my hands to run circles around her clit, her moans filled the room. She kept kissing my neck, I increasing my speed until I felt her feel yet another surge.

“Please, give it to me. Please give it all to me.” She whispered before I took off my trousers and began to penetrate, the room was slowly filled with her moans and she kept telling me to go harder.

I couldn’t say no to that request, I kept giving her what she wanted slowly. our voices filled the room with moans, I leaned in to give it all to her. “Here’s my gift to you, for being a good girl are you ready to take my gift?”

“Give it all to me, all of it.” She held my cloth, I released everything into her. I was sure that I gave her every single drop. I laid down next to her, she curled up close to me.

I leaned in and gave her kiss on her forehead; I had not felt that way in a long time. “I only pray that this moment won’t end.”

“Then let us relive many more times.” She leaned over and gave me a kiss, “I love you Victor, I will love you to the ends of the earth.”

*

My eyes opened; I looked around the room to realize it was all a dream. But was that Isabelle in my dream? I stretched out my hands to take the coffee that was always placed close to my bed, but there was nothing there.

‘That’s strange, Edward never misses to keep my coffee.’ I looked around before getting up from the bed. I headed to the bathroom, I took my shower and began preparing for a day of work. Something didn’t feel right, it felt like there was a hole in my life but then I didn’t know what was wrong.

I took my shower and came out of the bathroom, I noticed that my suit was not placed on the bed like always. ‘Is something wrong today? No Coffee, No suit. What is wrong with Edward today?’

I took my suit myself, and began heading downstairs. Something was off today; it was like I was losing something. ‘I don’t know why everything seems a bit off today.’

I walked to the dining table, I looked around the room and I saw that someone was not here with us. “Has anyone seen Isabelle?” My question made everyone look at me.

“Well, we haven’t seen little Ms. Home wrecker around. I thought that she was with you in your room.” Mona said.

I knew that I had told her that she could come in whenever she was done being stubborn but then she didn’t come in. I sat down and took my meal to eat. I tasted it and it was different, I knew that there was something different.

“Edward! Did the cook take a day off?”

“No sir.” Edward came running, he looked at me with a bit of worry in his face. I glared at him for some moment, and I wanted to make sure why my food had a different taste than today.

“Then why does it taste different?” I looked at him again, I knew that there was something different.

“There is nothing different sir, the only thing that is different is that the young Mistress didn’t prepare your meal today.” Edward said bowing his head a bit.

“What do you mean by that? You mean that the cook hasn’t been the one making my food for the past four years?”

Edward nodded, “Yes sir, for the past four years she has been the one cooking your meals and always making sure that everything was in order.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, I knew that there was something different. But I didn’t know that her meals tasted different, I knew that something was different. The meal tasted like it was devoid of its original taste, it was always filled with life but now it tasted horrible.

“Well, I don’t see any huge difference it tastes the same as hers.” Mother looked at me, it was clear that I was the only one that noticed it. I ate up the meal, before heading out.

I was almost at the car; Edward was carrying my briefcase. “Edward, one more thing.”

He looked at me, “My coffee, my suit? Is Isabelle the one also setting them up for me?” Edward nodded; bowing his head.

“Since the past four years, she has always been the one making sure that everything was in place for you. She would always insist that she did everything to make sure that you didn’t lack anything. She was always trying to see that you didn’t need anything out of the blue.”

I didn’t know what to say, I stepped into the car and began heading for the office, on my way there I couldn’t get it off my head how I didn’t notice that she has always been the one doing all that for me.

I always thought that she would be lazing off in the corner but I was wrong, but then I couldn’t erase the fact that she hurt Sara. That was wrong in every way, but I didn’t know why I felt so guilty.

I reached my office and sat down, I looked into my bag to collect my little snacks that would occasionally be left inside my briefcase for me to find. But to my surprise there was nothing in there, it struck me that it had always been Isabelle that would always try to take care of me in one way or the other.

‘How long has she been doing this? I never even paid attention; I really need to see her.’

I took my phone and dialed her line; she would always pick it up whenever she saw that it was me. The phone rang for a while before she picked up, “Hello?”

For no particular reason there was a surge of joy in my heart the moment I heard her voice, “Isabelle, where are you?”

“It’s none of your business.”

“I am your husband and so it makes it my business, so tell me where the fuck are you?”

“Oh, now you’re my husband?”

Her tone caught me off guard, “What do you mean by that?”

“When I needed my husband to support me and love me, he decided that I was nothing but trouble for him.”

“This isn’t the time for this, I need you to come back home.”

“For your information Mr. Walters, I am not coming back to that house. I will be bringing the divorce papers tomorrow. I will no longer be used as a tool of ridicule anymore.”

“What do you mean by that Isabelle? What do you mean by all this you’re saying?”

“Get it into your head Victor, maybe your family will help you figure it out.”

Before I could utter another word, the line went dead, I looked at the phone and then the sudden realization hit me. I didn’t know that she was serious about it. I felt different emotions hurling within me.

Isabelle was serious about the divorce; I lived all these years avoiding her but then why did I care now?