Wifey Talk [COMPLETED, 18+]

Part seventy

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~sobriquetsays

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SOFIA'S POV

We finally leave James' parents house around four in the evening after eating lunch with them. I manage to make it the entire lunch period without hearing a single word about when James and I are going to have kids, so I consider that progress.

James holds my hand the whole way home while he drives, sending butterflies up my stomach. It seems like we're finally on the same page for once. A part of me had been nervous that he really would get bored of me after we had sex for the first time; however, James has been anything but bored of me. We've been having amazing sex nonstop. I can't help but feel connected to him in a new way that I never thought was possible. I feel like he's showing me an intimate part of himself he hasn't shown other women. Usually when we finish having sex, he holds me and talks to me about how beautiful I am and how badly he wants me. We inevitably end up screwing each other all over again.

When we arrive back home, James stops at the park. He buys me a vanilla cone with sprinkles, my favorite, and we sit on our favorite bench. It's the one we sat on last time to talk to each other about everything under the sun.

"How was seeing Damon again?" I ask him.

James shrugs. "I can't decide how I feel about he guy. He's pretty boring to me, but Sarah seems to like him enough."

"Sarah told me she's in love with him," I tell James. He chokes on the ice cream in his mouth, swallowing hard.

"She what?"

"She said she's in love with him. She told me she just knew when she looked at him over the bonfire."

He pauses, looking at me hesitantly.

"What is it?" I ask him.

"I don't know if I should ask. I don't know if I want to know," he says.

"What is it?"

He sighs. James' bright blue eyes meet mine, and I see how crystal clear they are. "Are you still in love with that fuc—Ioane?"

I bite my lip. I don't even know how I feel about that question. I feel like for the past couple of weeks, I've ignored Ioane and shoved him into a box at the back of my mind. It's been exactly 26 days since we last talked, and I haven't been trying to keep score. Why is it that I can't seem to let go of him?

"I'm assuming by you're silence that the answer is a yes."

I sigh. "It's not a no. I'm not just going to fall out of love with him. He was an amazing guy. And I think in another life, I really could have married him. His daughter, I would have embraced her. She's the sweetest little thing."

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JAMES' POV

Hearing the fact that she considered marrying that fucker is like a punch to the gut. How could she see herself married to that guy? He was the complete opposite of me. A broke dad from the island with nothing to offer Sofia. I could give her the world. Everything was right at my fingertips.

When I don't say anything, Sofia speaks up. "It bothers you, doesn't it? The fact that I wanted to marry him," she says.

Another punch to the gut. She wanted to leave me for him? What the fuck? 

"Of course it bothers me," I tell her.

"But why? It's not like you're in love with me," she says.

Was I in love with her? I loved spending time with her—in and out of bed. I loved making her happy. But did I actually love her?

I didn't know. How the fuck was I supposed to know what love was anyway?

"What does it feel like to be in love?" I ask her. "How did it feel to love him?"

She looks into my eyes, and I notice the way she fidgets with her fingers. "It feels like the easiest thing in the world. Loving him is like breathing, like second nature. I know he would do anything for me, just like I would do anything for him."

Listening to her is pissing me off now. I feel something inside of me break listening to how far she's willing to go for him.

"Then why the fuck are you with me? If you love him so bad, why don't you just go back to fucking Hawaii and marry that broke son of a bitch?"

She recoils like I've slapped her, and when tears spring to her eyes, instant regret fills my bones. "Sofia, wait—"

She gets off the bench, tossing her ice cream on the ground. I watch her storm off toward the direction of home. It takes everything in me to give her space instead of chasing after her.

"Why the fuck are you so self-destructive?" I ask myself, groaning.

What the hell was wrong with me? I had such a good thing going for me, and I just had to ruin it. Why had I wanted to hear her talk about this fucker anyway? I knew it would only hurt me.

I head home after half an hour of shutting on myself. Sofia is already in bed, sleeping under the covers. I sigh, watching her still figure. After changing into my pajamas, I slip into bed.

The next morning, Sofia ignores the cup of coffee I give her when she wakes up. She gets in the shower without asking me if I need the bathroom, which is something she would normally do. I try to catch her after her shower, but she shoves past me and heads out the door. I catch up on work the whole day, and when Sofia still doesn't arrive by ten o clock at night, I decide to fuck it and go to the bar.

Jackson meets me at club Fire and Ice, where we drink bourbon and take shots of tequila in the VIP section. I let myself drink until I'm numb, and I'm surprised when a dirty blonde buys me a drink. She flirts her way with me, but I'm not in the mood. The only woman I want to talk to is Sofia. I decline the drink and call an Uber back home. Jackson hangs back to hook up with the blonde, paying me no mind. He can tell I'm not in the mood to party.

I'm waiting for my ride when I get a call from Mara. I pick up, assuming it's something urgent about work.

"James?" Her voice comes out low and seductive.

"What is it?" I slur.

"Come over. I miss you," she says.

"I need to go home," I tell her.

"I'll drive you home after," she says. "Where are you?"

"Fire and Ice," I reply.

"I'm coming to pick you up."

Before I have a chance to reply, she hangs up. I groan, thinking about how all I want to do is go home and hold my fucking wife. Sofia is the only woman for me.

Somehow, Mara arrives faster than the Uber does. I end up canceling my ride and getting in the car with her.