Affair to Remember

Two

Demi

"Fuck, Demi" I jumped awake at the voice, wincing as I slowly sat up. "You had me worried. Did you sleep out here?" I rubbed at my eyes as I glanced around my surroundings.

"I-I must have" I rubbed at my neck and then glanced to Wilmer who was stood in the doorway, already dressed for work. He was sipping on a mug of coffee. I can't have worried him that much because he managed to get himself dressed before he even thought about trying to find me. "I came down to read, must have fallen asleep. What time is it?"

"It's 8, Baby. I've gotta get to work" I silently nodded. "I won't be back until Thursday" my eyes suddenly widened. "They need me to fly to New York to discuss finance with one of our new partners. It's only three days, Hermosa, we'll be fine" I pushed myself to stand, tightening the blanket around myself.

"I have my book release tomorrow night. Why have you left it until now to tell me that you won't be there?"

"They can't get anyone else to go, Baby. I don't intentionally want to miss your book release. I'm proud of you, Baby" he stepped up to me and wrapped his arms around me. "I'll phone you Wednesday and you can tell me all about it" he pressed his lips to my temple as he lightly caressed my back. I nodded into his chest. "I love you, Demi" I pulled away from him and forced myself to smile up at him.

"I love you too" he caressed my waist as he leant in to kiss me. The kiss was quick, it didn't seem to hold much emotion in it at all. My lips formed into a tight line as I pulled away.

"I'll message you when I get there" I silently nodded, watching him as he turned to leave. I crossed my arms over my chest, glancing down at my book on the couch. Why can't I have a love like hers? Why do I torture myself with romance novels? I grabbed it off the couch and then stepped back into the house, locking the door behind me. I headed up to shower, changing back into a pair of shorts and a crop top. I slumped myself down onto the couch, pulling my laptop onto my lap as I put the tv on in the background, it's always helped me to concentrate. I stared at the blinking cursor on the blank word document.

Romance. I torture myself by writing romance, it seems. I've always enjoyed writing, ever since I was a kid and I spent my nights writing down my emotions in a journal. I wrote my first and terrible novel when I was 14. I focused solely on writing in high school. I studied it in university and then had my first novel published at 21. Red Kiss, was the name of my first novel and from there I've had three more published. It was based loosely on my romance with Wilmer at the time, having met him at 18 and married him at 21. It was a whirlwind romance but it was full of passion, it was everything that I wanted at the time.

I eventually got tired of the blinking cursor and I slammed my laptop shut, staring up at the tv. My agent wanted me to finish writing the sequel to the book I'm releasing Tuesday so that it would be ready for release in a couple months, but all I have at the moment is a blank word document. I reached for my phone as it began to vibrate. I smiled lightly at the caller ID.

"Hi Matthew."

"Demetria, how are you?" I rolled my eyes as I pushed my laptop off my lap and I curled more into myself.

"Wilmer's in New York until Thursday for work. I have no idea what to write for a sequel and I need my best friend" he gently laughed down the phone.

"I'm coming up tomorrow for the release party so how about I come up a day earlier and keep you company."

"I would really like that."

"I'll be with you in an hour, Demi."

Wilmer and I moved to the outskirts of LA last year. We live in a farmhouse style house, 4 bedrooms, it's own private gym and it has the perfect garden and swimming pool. He wanted somewhere we could privately raise our future children which I know I'm not ready for yet. We've argued over it numerous times, to the point where he believes I'm no longer on birth control. It got to the point where it was easier to lie. I don't want it to happen yet. I'm not ready for a baby just yet.

I jumped up from the couch at the sound of the doorbell. I squealed as I threw myself at Matthew who just laughed as he wrapped his arms loosely around my waist.

"Hi. Thank you for coming to distract me" my lips twitched into a smirk as I pulled myself from him and tugged him into the house. I closed the door behind us. "Would you like a coffee?" he nodded as he dumped his bag down on the floor. "The guest bedroom is all ready for you" he flashed me a wide smile. I headed into the kitchen with him following behind.

"So, what's going on, Dem?" he slid onto the stool as I walked towards the coffee machine.

"Writer's block" I grabbed a mug from the cupboard.

"You have writer's block?" I nodded as I turned to face him, leaning back against the counter. "How can you have writer's block? You've been writing since you were a baby" I rolled my eyes, turning to pour some coffee into one of the mugs.

"Kay thinks I've nearly finished the sequel to Frantic and in all honesty, I haven't written a word" I slowly passed him his coffee. "She wanted it finished so it can be released in a couple months time, keep the excitement going because it ends on such a cliffhanger. I always used to use my relationship with Wilmer as inspiration but that isn't helping anymore either" his eyebrows raised as he lifted his mug up to his lips.

"What's going on with you and Wilmer?"

"He's always at work. I don't get turned on by him anymore. The sex is always so plain and boring. He thinks we're trying for a baby when in actuality I'm still on birth control" I bit down on my lip as I glanced down, my finger tracing along the marble pattern on the countertop.

"So, he thinks he's impregnating you?" I nodded, keeping my eyes down. "What's gonna happen in a couple months when you aren't pregnant still?" I just shrugged. I haven't thought that far ahead. "In regards to the sex, maybe try and spice things up in the bedroom" I glanced up at him, my eyebrows slightly raised. "Invest in some toys or start some kinky shit. Role play could always work" I bit down on my lip. "You'll work through it, Dem. You and Wilmer are obviously meant to be" I glanced back down at the counter.

I'm starting to have my doubts.

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