Four

CHAPTER 4.

IRENE'S POV

COULD IT BE LOVE, lust or everything that was in between these two?

Could it just be unfitting passion?

My mind was filled with an array of thoughts, lots of thoughts that I could feel filling the blank spaces of my heart.

My mind was darkness and l was nothing but a craft made from it, taking the form of whatever it chooses.

I was married quite alright but to a stranger, that became more strange aa the days trickled by

I didn't know how to qualify what I felt for him. All I was aware about was the attraction budding inside of me at how attractive he was.

How can I love a man I know nothing about, loving him with so much more complications than the blissfulness it came with.

It didn't take too long to know we do not fit into each other's life, the moment I had walked through the hallway of his penthouse.

The moment I had taken a left turn Into his bedroom, I knew immediately that I did not fit into the life of this man, I just had to adapt to it.

Adaptation itself was not a problem if James was even around to make it look but with each day that passes I was seeing less and less of him.

I tossed and turned on the bed, shutting out the thought of the previous weeks out of my mind, adamant that I was going to make today one of those few good days that were rare of late.

I swallowed and tried to will my body into complacency of what I want, willing it to manifest as I tried to maneuver nature into what I desired.

Like those other mornings, I couldn’t stop the rush of anticipation from zinging beneath my skin as I gave my head a small shake in frustration.

The truth was, whether I liked him or not. And I didn’t. The idea that I might get to see him everyday made the feeling complicated and I hated it, but I didn’t know how to turn it off either.

Our term for marriage was—We were tied down to a contract that no one among us could break—Nothing more.

I padded Into the bathroom watching as the faucet drizzled warm water on my skin that was so in need of it.

Taking the long steps all the way down to the dining room I was surprised to see him at the table dressed in only slacks.

"Good morning." I said taking my seat across the table.

He looked up from the business daily he was reading and nodded his head.

I wanted to know why he was home as as if he could read my mind-

"Get yourself to rest after breakfast. We will be going for a Meeting with some of my partners." He said without even sparing me a look.

The fork dropped from my hands and clattered against the cold tiles, it was only the fork but I could feel my heart falling the same way.

A maid made an effort to come help me pick but I raised my hands stopping her and wiping my lips with a napkin till it had the color of my lip gloss.

"But-"

"No buts and I am listening to no excuse, just get yourself ready."

He folded the newspaper and dumped it in the bin as he made his way up, I could see our picture on the front page with the caption Young Billionaire found Love.

Could that be why he was angry?

To avoid his trouble, I was down before he dressed in a black dress.

He barely looked at me as he made his way down, walking out with me trailing behind.

The chauffeur helped with the door as we drove out of the Estate.

The city passed before my fresh eyes as we drove out of his Estate. We lived in a classy, spacious community in town where the majority of the influential people stayed.

The only neighbor you could see from the backyard was a rich business woman, unmarried and always wanting to flirt with James whenever she came around.

It looked like James had no interest not only in me– Though I made up the majority of it; but also with other women as well at least that’s what Marcus told me when we had a discussion once.

James seemed like a nice guy when looking from afar but if you took a deeper look you'd see the darkness in his eyes.

Our neighborhood was quiet and private, and I’d

always assumed James loved his quietness.

We pulled into the main highway, as we drove all the way through traffic lights.

The trip was quiet with neither of us saying a word to each other as we got out.

Soon we were driving into the garage of what looked like a company with the Chauffeur getting the door as we got out of the car that was black, just like his Soul.

I walked out of the car timid as we made our way out to the costly apartment.

Who hosts parties on a hot Saturday afternoon …I thought to myself as we made our way in.

"Smile." He leaned in and Whispered into my ears.

I wondered what was there to smile about anyways but I did regardless.

A stunning woman walked toward where we were.

"Damn." James groaned out and rolled his eyes just as she reached where we were.

"This is the last place I expect to see you." She said before glancing toward my direction.

"What are you doing here Katherine?" He asked

" Won't you introduce us? She said looking at my face again.

" You don't deserve us, you are cocky and end up with the pretty ones."

Fighting an eye roll." Irene–my ex Katherine, Kathy my Wife Irene."

A pet name I couldn't help noticing, he used a pet name for his ex.

I told the two I needed a drink and walked away to use the ladies before the waiter came around again.

I got back and looked around and could find no sign of them around, I took the hallway walking toward the garden I had seen her pointing to earlier.

As soon as I stepped into the garden the cup dropped from my hands shattering against the floor.

Right there was him, kissing her …