There was more than one reason I broke down in front of my husband. First and foremost, my father's chemotherapy. And the second one was his presence itself. I didn't expect him to be there, and no matter how much I wanted to ignore the overwhelming emotions of meeting him when I most needed someone to hold me, I couldn't look past it. I needed him, and he was there, the only other family I had apart from my father, even though it was just for the namesake.He had once again ghosted me for two weeks, no contact, nothing, a clean cut as if I didn't exist in his life. It shouldn't have bothered me that much after all. By then, it had become a common occurrence. And I really, honestly tried to avoid the painful tugging in my heart every time I thought about him. I utilized all those longing days to spend time with my father, who had his chemo scheduled for that morning. I had just returned from his facility after watching him go through with the horrible procedure, and another shocking,
DanielI stayed outside the bathroom while she cried under the shower. If she really thought I wouldn't hear her heartbreaking sobs then she couldn't be more wrong. She was fierce when angry, irresistible when turned on and fucking baby when she sobbed. But the most annoying of her traits so far had been her stubbornness. It was no longer her decision to decide if she needed me or not. I couldn't just let her suffer alone. So, I set the water bottle on the bedside table, sat on the edge of the bed and waited impatiently for her to get out of the bathroom. After what felt like the most anxious few minutes of my life, she finally emerged, with her curls pulled back in a ponytail and a towel wrapped around her middle. She stopped by the door when spotted me sitting on our bed, waiting for her. Her eyes were red and puffy and her nose had a reddish tint as she rubbed them with her small fist, looking down at her bare feet. Too much cuteness. I was smitten by her and I didn't know why m
I woke up in the middle of the night thirsty and came face to face with my husband. He wasn't sleeping, instead he was studying my face as if I was a mystery to him."Sorry, did my creepy stare wake you up?" He asked, stroking my collarbone with his fingers softly. I was acutely aware of my nakedness under the sheets. He exhibited his gloriously naked torso as if it wasn't the most irresistible sight to wake up to in the middle of the night."Were you being creepy again?" I moved to my side to face him and yawned.He moved closer to me and rolled me on top of his body. "No, I was watching my wife while she slept like a baby. It's called admiring.""But it's still creepy to stare at someone while they are sleeping." I folded my arms over his chest, loving the feel of his heartbeats against mine. We had never spent a night in our bed talking before. It was certainly the first."You're annoyingly right about that." He groaned, running his thumb over my dry lips. "Do you have a punishment
The next morning I woke up to the smell of freshly baked pancakes and waffles. It was strange because my breakfast usually contained sad greens and coffee. I gathered the sheet around my naked body and disappeared into the bathroom. When I walked into the kitchen dressed and showered, he was staring into the fridge with a frown on his face. "Do you never cook a meal?" "Marianne has put me on a strict diet. No carbs and limited calories per day." I shrugged, circling the island and stepping behind him. He smelled deliciously masuline, and he was only wearing gray sweatpants, exhibiting his muscled build. I had never seen him this closely during the day and I couldn't disagree on the fact that I wanted to see him like that every single morning. "I thought you'd leave in the morning." "No, I canceled all my meetings for today. Why does Marianne have to decide what you should eat?" His eyes scanned me head to toe. I'd put on my shorts, a tank top and walked barefoot to relax my sore fe
As promised Daniel didn't ghost me the next day and to make it even more surprising he was home early. I was incredibly nervous and excited to share my very first dinner at home with my husband like a normal couple. I had even tried to perfect his taste in Italian cuisine and didn't miss any of his favorite dishes. I'd chosen a beautiful white dress and set the table in the backyard, beside the magnificent pool. His eyes lit up when he found me there. "I hope I didn't overdo it?" I tucked a curly strand behind my ear and smiled at him, a little coy. He shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it at the back of his chair then regarded me with a soft look on his face. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to his chest, placing a lingering kiss on the top of my head. "Did you prepare all this alone?""Yes and no." I unhooked the tie around his neck and pulled it over his head, then opened the top two buttons of his black shirt. He looked both tired and relaxed. "Nathan helped me
DanielI was spiraling out of control. There were no excuses this time. I had decided to spend time with my wife of free will. I needed to be there with her, feel her touch against my skin and hear her voice. And maybe, it was due to the fact that I had finally met the real woman behind her gold digger facade. The woman leaning her back against my chest while the warm bubbling water lapped around our joined bodies, was surely someone new and exciting. It felt as if I had met my wife for the first time since our marriage. She was slowly working her way into the empty space of my blackened heart and that made me restless. I didn't want that but it was already happening and I had to turn that raw, fragile feeling into something else. Lust and craving. I turned her around in my arms, her small frame easily getting consumed within my embrace. I needed to get rid of the warm and fuzzy feeling starting to form in my heart every time she looked into my eyes. So, I did what I knew could cove
Our plane touched down the runway pulling me out of my nap. I was sleeping against my husband's warm side, holding his bicep like my favorite teddy bear. He brushed the wild curls from my face and tilted my chin to give me a soul snatching kiss. I took an hour after that sudden affection from my husband to get through the fuzzy feeling starting in my heart. By the time our limo arrived, I had forgotten everything and behaved like we were a newly married couple visiting Paris for our first honeymoon. To me it almost felt like that. "Do you have a meeting this afternoon?" I asked as our limo started out of the airport and to our family apartments. "Yes, I do have a meeting but I will try to be back for dinner." He ran his knuckles on my cheek then pulled me in for a kiss. "We're going out." "But what am I going to do while you're gone?" I shifted over to his lap and threw my arms around his neck. He smelled so nice, I wanted to lick him up all over. And I did. I ran my tongue over th
Daniel How did I get so wrapped up in this chaos? It was easier to hate her and have lustful thoughts about her at the same time. But now I didn't know exactly what my feelings were for her. One moment I wanted to run away from her and the moment she got far enough not being able to touch, I craved her for my dear life. And the worst part was - it wasn't just her touch I craved, it was all of her. I needed to be around her to calm my anxiety down. I wanted to be the reason she smiled and I had to be the only man she would look for when in need of a friend. Not some bodyguard I assigned to look after her well-being. Lust could be a dangerous thing. It can lead you up to that hill where you won't be able to distinguish between your body's and heart's desires. And I was going up that cliff, hanging on the edge and ready to fall any moment. One look at the woman sleeping beside me and I was already falling. She looked like both my redemption and demise. Here under the morning light,