Wifey Talk [COMPLETED, 18+]

Part thirty-one

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SOFIA'S POV

Sometimes, I really hate being a woman. It feels like my uterus is trying to eat me alive. My stomach is cramping, my back hurts, and I feel really gassy. I curl into a ball on my side, trying to get into a comfortable position. That's when James walks into the room.

"Stomach still hurting?"

I nod my head, keeping my eyes closed. "Can you bring me a hot towel?" I ask him.

James agrees to bring me a towel, warmed up so that I can put it on my stomach. When he comes back to hand it to me, he looks at me with a frown.

"Is there anything I can do to help you? Do you want me to lay down with you?"

I shake my head. "I just want to be alone right now."

"Okay, let me know if you change your mind." He leaves me alone to rest, and that's when my phone starts buzzing. I'm getting a FaceTime call from Ioane.

It brings a smile to my face, and I answer the call right away. "Aloha!"

"Aloha Sofia, how are you?"

"I'm okay," I tell him, not divulging the fact that I'm on my period and in agony. "What's up?"

"I just wanted to see if you had time to hammer out some details for your trip back to Hawaii. Can you send me your flight itinerary?"

I email him the information on my phone right away, and we begin taking about all the things we want to do together when I visit. He suggests diving with sharks again, and I ask if he wants to go cage-less.

"I'm fine with it if you are," he says.

"I wanted to go last time, but James didn't. We can do it together," I tell him, smiling.

"Do you want to help with the fruit stand at the farmer's market? I'm going to have to work some of the days," he tells me.

"That's fine! I would love to. Or if you want someone to watch Leilani while you work, I can do that."

"I really appreciate that Sofia. So talk to me about life in New York. I've never been."

I tell him about my new apartment with James and how it's being renovated. His parents bought it for us, and we are going to be staying there until we feel comfortable moving into a house. I haven't been in the apartment before, but James has. It's basically a wedding present from his parents to us.

"Are there lots of rats in New York? I've heard nightmares," he says.

That makes me laugh. "I have seen rats, but now anywhere near where I live. They can get pretty big if I'm being honest." He shudders, and I laugh again.

I haven't smiled or laughed this much since I got back to New York four days ago. My heart misses Ioane so much, and tears prick my eyes. God, my period makes me so emotional. I wouldn't normally be crying over missing him.

"Ioane, I miss you," I blurt out.

He smiles. "I miss you too Sofia," he says.

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JAMES' POV

The sound of laughter coming from our bedroom makes me approach the bedroom door. The door is already open a crack. When I peek inside, I see Sofia on the phone. She's FaceTimeing someone. I don't mean to eavesdrop, but I hear the fucker's voice, and I can't help it.

"I have a surprise for you," he tells her.

"Oh really?" She says.

"Don't get too excited. It's nothing amazing but—"

"I'm sure it's great," she interjects. "I'll see you in three weeks."

They end the call, and I barge through the door. The words spill from my lips before I have the chance to say anything. "When the hell were you planning on telling me you're going back to see him?"

She looks like a deer caught in headlights. "James, I'm sorry. I can explain," she starts.

I can hear the blood pounding in my ears I'm so mad. How could she make plans to leave the state in three weeks and not tell me? She's known for days now and still hasn't said anything.

"Start talking," I tell her, crossing my arms over my chest.

"You said that we could see anyone we wanted anywhere we wanted, so I booked a plane ticket. I want to see him. He makes me happy," she says.

Sofia was having an emotional fucking affair with this fucker. What did she mean that he made her happy? Didn't I make her happy too? Of course she would use my own words against me.

"You know I can't stand him," I tell her.

"Why don't you like him? He's been nothing but kind to us. If it wasn't for him, you would still have a DUI on your record!"

"I don't have to explain myself to you," I say, gritting my teeth.

"Is this really because I brought him to the hospital when you were knocked out? I thought we were over that. You broke his nose!" She exclaims.

Thank fuck for that. I didn't give a shit about his nose, not that I was going to say that to Sofia. She's already worked up over him.

"You're not going to Hawaii. End of discussion."

Her eyes widen. "James, you can't tell me how to live my life." She shifts up in bed, wincing. She's clearly in pain, and I feel only concern for her.

"Do you need Tylenol?" I ask her.

"Don't change the subject. I'm going to see Ioane, and that's final. It's not fair for you to tell me where I can and can't go. I don't control you."

"That's right," I glare at her. "You don't."

I storm out and call an Uber to go to a bar uptown that I've been meaning to try out. I need to cool off. The alcohol distracts me enough, and then I buy the blonde next to me a drink. She smiles flirtatiously at me, and we introduce ourselves to each other. Somehow during the conversation, my hand finds it's way onto her thigh, stroking her skin. I can see the way she reacts to my hands on her body, and soon we're fucking in the bathroom of the bar. She's on her knees in front of me, sucking my cock. I thrust into her mouth, tipping my head back as she bobs her head up and down my length. When I finally release into her mouth, she swallows down my cream.