Wifey Talk [COMPLETED, 18+]

Part sixty-four

SOFIA'S POV

A week later, we go to visit dad. First of all, it's embarrassing to even go see him because he's downsized to the dingy apartment we were forced to live in together before I got married. James and I only go to check up on my father and see how he's doing, since we haven't heard from him in a while. It's a good thing too because the man is gambling away money on his phone through a sports betting app when we walk inside.

"Dad, I thought you were going to gamblers anonymous meetings?"

He waves me off. "I don't need that. I've stopped going to poker games. Now I just bet on this app. It's not nearly as much. And this time, I swear I'll win."

My heart breaks and James reads the expression on my face. "Nicholas, why don't we all go out for a nice dinner," James says to my father.

"After this last game," he replies, keeping his eyes glued to his phone.

I sigh out of frustration, and then I head to my old, small bedroom here. James eventually follows the sound of my footsteps. I sit on my small twin bed—we had to sell my queen—and face the door. James closes the door behind him.

"I'm sorry you had to come see this. It's so embarrassing," I tell him, looking down at my hands.

"You can show me anything Sofia. We're married now," he says.

"Yes, but I don't want you to see the crappy apartment I was forced to live in because my dad has a gambling problem he can't fix. I can't believe he's still doing this. Especially after--" my voice cracks, "—after he had to marry me off for it."

James walks over to me on the bed and holds his arms out. I stand up and allow him to hold me, keeping my hands pressed against his pecs. I tuck my head into his chest and cry softly, allowing him to rub up and down my back.

"Why doesn't h-he understand that h-he is killing me?" I whimper.

James hushes me, and I can only cry louder into this chest. I hate that Dad doesn't even notice how upset I am. He keeps playing on his phone.

"Show me around your old room," James says curiously.

I pull my head out from his embrace and sniffle. "There's not much to look at. We had to sell everything. Just a bunch of old swimming trophies from high school. We got rid of most of my stuff when we downsized."

"I didn't know you swam competitively in high school," James says.

"Well believe it," I tell him.

He looks down at the small desk in the corner of my room and lifts up a photo I have with me and my mom.

"That was senior year of prom," I tell him.

"You look just like your mom," he tells me.

"I used to hear that a lot. We have the same hair and eyes. I think I inherited her curvy body type."

"Oh most definitely," James says.

~~~~
JAMES' POV

It kills me to see Sofia so upset standing in the middle of her room. I can understand why she was embarrassed to bring me here now. They don't have much since they were forced to sell almost everything. Even then, they had to sell Sofia off to make the real money they needed.

I set the photo of Sofia and her mother down, moving to lay down on her small mattress. Then I pull her into my side and have her lie down with me. We're smushed together so close that I can feel her chest pressed against mine.

I brush the hair out of her face, causing her eyes to flutter shut. "Did I tell you how beautiful you look today?"

She shakes her head, smiling at me. "No."

"Well you look absolutely stunning wifey," I tell her, kissing her cheek.

I kiss my way down her neck, onto her exposed shoulder; one of her sleeves is meant to wrap around her bicep, exposing her skin, while the other covers her shoulder. I revel in the feeling of her smooth skin under my lips, and I kiss my  way down to her breast. My lips follow the outline of her dress, kissing down the deep V. I lick her warm skin in between her breasts, my hot tongue savoring the taste of her.

"You make me so hot," I tell her, kissing her lips.

She kisses me back gently, passionately. I French her tongue, and she allows me to take the lead, running her fingers through my hair. It drives my crazy when she does that. Her hands grip my shoulders as I make love to her mouth, and then I'm forced to pull back when I run out of air. I'm panting for breath while Sofia smirks up at me like she's the devil. 

"Thank you," she says, sending the blood to my dick. Fuck, I love it when she says her little pleases and thank yous in bed.

"For what?" I ask her breathlessly.

"Being my distraction," she says simply. She gets out of bed, and my eyes bug out seeing the hem of her mini dress ride up as high as her pink panties.

We exit her bedroom, much to my chagrin. Her father is still sitting on the couch, betting money away on his phone. I can see how stressed Sofia is getting watching him, and he's really starting to piss me off.

"Nicholas, it's time to get dinner," I tell him.

"One more game. I can win this one, I know it."

"Dad, you don't know it! You—"

"Shhh!"

"You know what? Starve for all I care. James and I are going out. I'm calling your sponsor and telling him you've lost it."

She slams the door of the apartment, and I hurry after her. Sofia gets into the passenger seat of the car, burying her face in her hands and crying.

I sigh. This is turning out to be such a shitty day. I get in the car, and wait it out for Sofia to stop crying. She blows her nose into a Kleenex, trying to calm down.

"I-I'm sorry," she tells me. "I just-I can't see him anymore. Not like that. He makes me so mad. Can't he see that he literally sold me for money? Who just gives away their daughter like that? And you know what? He never looked back. He didn't even call me on my birthday. He can't stand me," she says, starting to cry all over again.

"Sofia, he has an illness. It's taking control of his life."

"I don't care anymore! Why do I have to be the selfless one that does everything so his debtors don't come to collect? I'm not an ATM for him to keep asking for money. You know the reason I don't work? Because when I do, he's always calling me up asking for my next paycheck. This way is just easier."

I bite my tongue. What am I supposed to say to that? It's not like my father was the one that sold me out for money. Sofia is right.

"Well, you'll never have to work as long as we're together. I make more money than you ever could in half the time. So don't feel guilty about that. But we need to get your dad some real help because he can't keep leeching off you for money, okay?"

"Okay," she whispers.

"Good. Now let's go. I'm sure you're starving. We can get lunch, and then I'll take you out for ice cream."