I sat crossed legged on the couch, my Kenny G CD playing soft and soothingly in the background.
Book in hand and my relaxing on the couch, I waited, like every other night for him, Keith, my husband.
You see we've been married for 2 years now, and one would think I'd grow tired of waiting for him, doing the same thing, just for him to make little to no acknowledgement of my existence. But no, the hope of that One day, still lies within .
Keith Salvatore is a 26 year old, successful CEO and owner of Salvatore Enterprises and other ventures, good looking , talented and who's presence is filled with authority and a bit of mystery. He's the type of person who works well under pressure, never rash with his decisions and has a way of getting his word across with the simplest of words.
Being as straight forward and blunt sometimes, I found myself hearing him the first time we met, without much further explanation of what he wanted and needed. Though our marriage was not of love, with him ignoring me most of the time, never really showing me around like most husbands do with their wives.
Even then, he has given me full reign of being a wife, he never pressures me into doing anything, he respects me enough to never cheat on me, well that's what I believe, he provides for me and I live comfortably. The last( even though it may hurt me, I'll let it be), if he ever meets someone who captures his heart, he'll tell me before pursuing anything deeper.
I'd rather know then be given the element of surprise, where I never gave myself time to prepare.
In this wait of mine, I hold on to all hope I have in me, to not surround myself with doubt and believe that one day, shall come.
The opening of the front door, has me perking up to look towards the living room entrance, awaiting him to pass by.
His footsteps sound along the tiled floor, nearing to the living room until I see him about to pass the living room and head towards the stairs. Before I can say anything, I notice him stop in his tracks and turn his head to look towards me.
Not wasting any time , I place my book right on the couch, careful not to miss my place and rise to my feet, I start towards him and hold my breath, hoping he won't just pass me by. I almost sigh out loud in relief when he doesn't and remains where he is.
Being careful to not crowd him and remain a few steps back, I take his whole 6'3 frame all in, from his sleek black hair that looks a bit dishelved, no doubt his fingers running through it. His captivating and beautiful blue eyes, tan , ripped but smooth at the same time skin, pink kissable lips( blushing) and his velvety rich toned voice that both makes me nervous and fills me with butterflies and tingles.
In the two years we've been tied in marriage, I've grown to love him, not just that, but I'm in love with him and I tend to give him all love I can offer.
" Hello." I say, my voice more lower as usual in his presence.
All I receive is a nod, well that's alright.
"Um how was work?" I ask.
"Fine, work was just fine. I'm tired, so I'll just go to bed."
"Um dinner is ready and I'll just heat it up real quick - "I trail off, already starting for the kitchen .
" No I'm not really hungry." He says, already walking away.
"Oh, okay." I say, watching his retreating back before I go back to the living room .
Sitting down, feeling a twinge of disappointment , I try relax and continue with my book, letting the music sooth me just like before, when I was alone.
The sound of something clashing against tile, jolts me awake. Looking around, I see nothing out of the ordinary. Feeling quite exhausted and needing sleep, I rise to my feet and start dragging my body to my room, only to stop in my tracks once I hear noises in the kitchen.
Changing direction and heading towards the kitchen, I stop right at the entrance, making sure to stay out of sight as I watch Keith dig into his food and looking at his face closely, something swirls in my stomach when I see him enjoy the food I made.
Not wanting to disturb him, I leave him be.
A smile decorates my face once I'm settled in bed.
I waited in the Kitchen, food displayed on the kitchen table, looking delicious as ever. I had put extra effort this morning, with how much Keith seemed to enjoy dinner last night, I thought why not add a feast of a breakfast.I just hope to God he accepts and actually relieve me of my efforts.Hearing his footsteps coming down from the stairs, I quickly get into position and stand behind his chair, hoping he doesn't just pass by.I'm surprised when he actually steps in the kitchen like someone, who planned to do so, he stops mid step and takes in the delicious looking food on the table. From pancakes, russians, eggs, bacon, you name it.I just wanted to give him options and once there was left over, I'd give to the staff of the house. They deserve to be treated right and feel appreciated every now and then.I nervously watch him step further into the kitchen and hold my breath when he loo
I know I shouldn't have done it but at the moment, it was the only thing in mind, with those news, having to hear it from a live TV show then my own husband.Right now as I speak, I'm pacing up and down nervously in a motel. Hoping that he doesn't show up or be in his ignore mood enough that he doesn't notice me, not that he really does.I just needed to be away from there and get a bit of fresh air, even if it's for the night. I was quite careful about this, though telling Joe I would check in a hotel, I watched him leave and right after, I called a cab and booked a room in a motel, under my mother's name, not wanting to expose Keith being married, as well as myself.Finally sitting down on the soft bed, I sigh out loud and look around the room for the first time since being here, because I was too in my head to see much. Now that I'm here, I really appreciate what I see, the room is clean( thank God), cream white
"Pack your things we're leaving." He says, barging in and pushing me aside in the process." I don't understand." I say."There's nothing to understand, you are coming back to the house." He says, giving my room a once over before turning to face me.I turn my back to him, closing the door and almost leaning my head against it, in preparation of this conversation."No." I murmur against the door." What?" He asks.Turning back around to face him, both hands behind my back against the door."No, I said no." This is really my first time speaking up and saying no to him."Why not?" He asks." I thought you'd tell me once you wanted to move on." I say, instead of answering the question.Silence is all there is right after I say this. I gasp when in long stride, he's right in front of me. Both hands on either s
" Oh my God!" I gasp under my palm, which covers my mouth.I can't believe that I let this happen, let myself be in this situation. The last I remember is me laying on the floor and now I wake up, to the feel of a strong arm around me and the sight of Keith laying close to me.Not wanting Keith to find me on the bed with him, I place his arm on the bed before carefully leaving the softness of the bed, taking my toiletries and change of clothes to the bathroom.Well more like tiptoeing to the bathroom. I almost slam the door shut before leaning against it and releasing a big sigh of relief.The feeling of water on my body is amazing, has me relaxing and almost forgetting about the whole sleeping arrangement.The night might not have turned out the way I initially thought it'd be, but I won't lie and say butterflies didn't erupt in my tummy when Keith held me close.Comfor
It's night time, that much I can tell.I haven't really been out of my room, due to me crawling onto bed and falling asleep as tears freely fell down my face.None bothered me which gives me relief, especially with Keith not seeing me like this, proving that I expected way too much from this marriage then we'd pretty much discussed. Well, I hope he didn't come in.I'm still in the same clothes I was in from morning and now , more then ever with this exhaustion, I'm in need of a long shower. Not wasting time , I get up from the bed, switch on the bed side lamp and head to the bathroom.Divorce.The word alone crashes in mind , reminding me of why I was in this state hours ago. I'm in love with him yet till now, he hasn't ever noticed nor gave thought to us working out. Shaking my head , I undress and step into the shower and once the water hits me, everything seems to fade away and I'm just
Divorce.That word hasn't left me ever since Keith gave me the papers. After last nights events, I'm quite exhausted today and the numbness hasn't vanished.After our little chat, I cried while letting the milk and Oreo's comfort me, today though, I might be feeling all sorts of emotional but I refuse to let it consume me, and take me from the reality that stares me in the face.Making way down the stairs, I'm all set in mind about a couple of things. I walk on to the kitchen, expecting to find Sarah so we could have a chat, but all plans are put aside when I hear my name being called.Keith.Whipping around, I see Keith right behind me, coming down the stairs. " I have something to discuss with you." No good morning, nothing." okay" the sound of the doorbell interrupts him from saying anything, whilst awaiting for whoever, I give him a once over and I can s
50 or so houses stare back at me. So many to choose from, beautiful, spacious, private and at a great distance to not run into Keith and his love interest.Ever since I was young, I have always longed to have my own house, this as a sign of independence. The experience of having your own place with a great view , the thought of owning something.I guess the whole deal with Keith came up right when I'd started saving. I was determined that after 6months, I'd have enough money to purchase one and from there, I'd create an opening for future plans.It might be 2 years, but not 2years late where I can't still focus on my future, well different plans at that, because I'd planned one for Keith and I , if ever we worked out ,but I guess things didn't go as planned.Feeling hopeless on which one to look into, I capture the top ten I think are best before making my way out of my room, with my laptop, to ask for ass
Before married life, simple was all me, not that it's changed now that I'm married.For me, the simplest moments hold importance, just like the times I used to come to the small cafe downtown, which wasn't far from my highschool. I used to hang out at the cafe after school, sometimes do my homework there or just be there to unwind.I loved the homey vibe I always received whenever I was here, now being back here brings back so many memories and most good then bad. Thus bringing a smile upon my face, like right now when I enter the cafe.Looking around I see that not much has changed which I love and appreciate." Kea?" I hear from behind me.Turning around, my jaw drops to the floor at seeing my old friend, who I'd lost contact of, 2 years ago looking so handsome." James!" I almost scream in excitement but hold back , remembering that we aren't alone.