Wifey Talk [COMPLETED, 18+]

Part thirty-five

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SOFIA'S POV

Waking up the next morning and getting out of bed is so difficult. Our bed is too comfortable, and it makes me never want to leave. I roll to my side, sighing softly. Because James has work, he gets up well before me. I can hear him tinkering around in the kitchen, and when I finally sit up in bed, he brings me a coffee.

"This is for you," he tells me.

I take the cup from him gratefully, taking a sip. "I should be making you coffee," I tell him. "You're the one who has work."

He waves me off. "You're fine."

I take long sips of my coffee, watching as James gets dressed in our bedroom. There's something mouthwatering about seeing him walking around clad only in boxers. He pulls up a black button up and grey slacks. The outfit makes him looks absolutely delicious. I'm sure women will be all over him today. "Help me with my tie?" He asks me.

I use my index finger to gesture for him to come closer to me. He approaches me slowly, meeting my eyes. I can see how dark blue his orbs are right now; his pupils are really dilated too. I stay quiet as I stand up on my knees on the bed, wrap the cloth around his neck, and tie it in a perfect knot.

"Thank you," he says gruffly. "Do you want to eat breakfast together?"

I nod my head. "Sure. You have the time?"

"Yes, of course I do."

"Okay, let me just get up then. What do you want to eat?" I ask him.

I climb out of bed, and then walk over to the sides to fix the way the comforter lays. After fluffing the pillows, I set them down and turn to James. He's staring at me with wide eyes, his legs raking up my legs. "Is everything okay?" I ask him, frowning.

"More than okay," he tells me, his voice coming out low.

I head to the kitchen with him following me. Today, I decide to make chocolate chip pancakes. James watches me make them from scratch, and I set up the breakfast table while he checks his phone. It isn't long before both of us are seated together and eating.

"Don't wait up for me after work," he tells me. "I'm going to the club with a few friends."

"Are you going to be coming home at all tonight?" I ask him.

He shakes his head. "Not until after midnight. I need to get laid," he says, running a hand through his hair.

"Oh."

I don't know what else to say. I feel uncomfortable with him going out, but I'm not going to stop him. It's his life. If he wants to keep sleeping with other people, he can do it. I guess that means I'll be in this big empty apartment alone for the night.

"So what are you going to be doing today?" He asks me.

I shrug my shoulders. "I don't know," I say. "I might go shopping. I think I need to upgrade my closet. I don't have enough formal clothes for your business events. Don't we have that dinner ball coming up?"

"The dinner auction for charity?"

"Yes," I tell him.

"Yeah, we do. I guess you should get something to wear for that if you don't have a gown already. I didn't realize the charity dinner was so close to be honest."

"It's next week," I tell him.

James finishes his plate of pancakes and scarves down some fresh fruit. I watch him scarf down a glass of orange juice before he gets up out of his seat.