Wifey Talk [COMPLETED, 18+]

Chapter forty-four

SOFIA'S POV

Saying goodbye to James is harder than I thought. He makes me kiss him goodbye at the airport, and I breathe him in as he holds me close. My head falls into his chest as he embraces me.

"I'll see you in a week," he says. He looks like he wants to say more, but then he closes his mouth.

"See you in a week," I whisper back.

Then I leave him behind, texting Ioane as I make it through security. The flight to Hawaii isn't too bad because I sleep most of the way there. Ioane comes to pick me up from the airport with a bunch of flowers in hand.

I accept them from him gratefully, throwing my arms around him. "I missed you so much!" I tell him.

He squeezes me tight. "Aloha Sofia. I missed you."

We get in his car and drive all the way to his house. Apparently, Leilani is with her grandparents for the day. When I arrive at the house, Ioane has lunch prepared for me. There is pasta, salad, soup, and breadsticks all sitting on the table. I sit down and help myself to the food, eating when Ioane urges me too.

"Tell me about the past month for you," I tell him. "How have you been?"

He tells me that he's been doing well at the farmers market. Still, things have been tough for him because he is trying to save money for Leilani's college fund while also trying to go back to school. "Do you need any help? I can loan you some money if you need it," I tell him.

He shakes his head right away. "No, I can do this," he says.

"Tell me how you've been? How is James? Are you two doing alright?"

"Things haven't changed much," I tell him honestly.

"So you're still in an open marriage? James is still sleeping with other women?"

I almost tell Ioane that James is sleeping with his personal assistant, but then I stop myself. I remember how upset James got when I told Ioane my private business about my father. That didn't have anything to do with James. How mad would James be if I talked to Ioane about his sex life?

I settle for the easy answer. "Yeah, he is."

"You have to forgive me for saying this, but James is an idiot. If you were mine, I would never let you go."

His words steal my breath away, and I can't look away from his warm brown eyes. "Ioane, you can't say things like that to me."

"Why not?" He demands. "I want you Sofia. I want you more than your husband. James doesn't give a damn about you. If he did, he wouldn't be going around sleeping with other women and hurting you. You deserve better."

"And you're what's better for me?" I ask him.

"I am."

He leans in across the table and kisses me. I respond to his kiss after a beat, moving my lips in synch with his. The kiss hardly lasts more than a few seconds, and then he's pulling away. "Let me make you happy."

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JAMES' POV

I can't concentrate on my work. I keep imagining Ioane's hands all over my wife. I catch myself hovering over her contact in my phone several times throughout the day. Should I call her? I know she's with him. What are they talking about? Is he kissing her? Are they having sex? Why would she have sex with him if she's a virgin? The thought of him taking her virginity makes my skin crawl.

The possibilities are driving me mad.

I groan, closing out of my pdf contract. Mara walks into the room, lunch in hand. "I brought this for you," she says, handing me some ramen takeout. She sets down more paperwork on my desk as well.

"Okay, thanks. Just put it on the table," I tell her gruffly.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" She asks, keeping her voice sultry.

"I'm fine," I tell her sharply. I'm not in the mood to deal with her now.

She sulks away, leaving me just as pissed as I was before only with more paperwork. I try to work on the papers she dropped off at my desk, but I can't focus. Fuck it. I'm going to call her.

I dial her number. It rings three times and then goes to voicemail. Fuck me, they're probably sleeping together at this very second. He's probably buried in her sweet pussy, fucking her to the sun the way that I should be. My blood boils hot, and I call her again.

It rings twice, but this time she picks up. "James? Is everything okay?"

I breathe a sigh of relief. They're not fucking at this very second. "Everything's fine," I tell her. "I just wanted to know what you were up to. You never texted me when you got to the hotel."

"Oh, I'm not staying at a hotel. I'm staying with Ioane."

What? Part of me snaps, and I am barely holding myself together when I speak. "What do you mean you're staying with Ioane? Doesn't he have a kid?"

"He does. He opened his house to me, and it saves us money anyway," she says.

"I don't care about money. I have more money than I can spend. Why didn't you just get a hotel?"

"I wanted to spend as much time with Ioane as possible," she says. "Please don't be mad."

I'm doing my best not to yell at her, and it's taking every ounce of energy I have within me. I don't want to fight with her when she's already so far away. And she said please, so I would feel like an asshole if I made her upset with me.

"I'm not mad," I lie.

"Okay, good. I've just been hanging out at the house. Ioane made me lunch."

"Oh yeah? What did you eat?" What was that fucker cooking for her? I could cook for her if I wanted. Well, probably not, but I could order out for her.

"Pasta. Salad. Soup. The breadsticks were really good."

"I'm glad you're having a good time," I lie again. I didn't want her to have a good time. If I was honest with myself, I wanted her to have a very shitty time. That way, she would leave and never go back again.

"Thanks for calling," she says.

"Maybe we can talk once a day? Just to keep in touch while you're gone," I say. I feel like such a pussy asking her to talk to me, but what else am I supposed to do?

"I'd like that," she says. That makes me feel better. At least she wants to talk.

"Okay, well I guess I'll talk to you later," I say, feeling sick. For some reason, hearing her voice so far away makes everything worse.

"Goodbye James," she says.

"Bye," I tell her, feeling terrible.