"N-No... don't stop. Don't fucking stop." I replied and hugged him tightly, my voice thick with desperation and longing for him but I don't fucking care now. "I want this and I want you....Now."
"I-I....I can't do this to you but. It would be...just...
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I called Clara to inform her about my current pathetic circumstances but she told me that she's coming here as she wants to have a fucking face to face conversation with me. Again I am scared a bit about her reaction though, because she loves to overreact. Currently, I am in the living room alone, watching television and waiting for her to come. It been thirty minutes since the call, she must be reaching any moment now.
On cue, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and straight away got tackled with tight hug, making me difficult to breathe. Still I hugged her back patting her shoulders, we pulled apart. She gave me grin and I grinned back."Hey girly!"
I pulled her inside and we settled on the living room couch. She was looking around the living room with impressed eyes. I know she must be impressed with the interior and furnishings.
Well what do you expect from an architect's home?
"Woah...this house is beautiful even the exterior was. Damn..he is loaded no?" She asked still looking around the living room with an awe expression.
"Yeah he is..."
"What does he do?"
"He's an architect...like my father and brother." I answered.
"Where does he work?"
"It's his own company actually. His grandfather founded the company and then he took over his father's position after he announced his retirement ." I replied with a sense of...pride and she nodded. We did some more conversations about about Smith and I told her everything about our civil wedding still avoiding the elephant in the room.
"Sia...get to the point. Why aren't you telling me?" Clara groaned when I tried to avoid her inquiry for the third time.
The reason I don't want to tell her now is that I am fucking embarrassed. It was easier to tell her on call when we were not sitting face to face. Now, It feels so fucking embarrassing to say that my 'trustworthy' husband left me all alone in his house on the very first day after our wedding.
I took a deep breath to calm myself and looked at her. She was looking at me, waiting for me to spit it all out.
"Yesterday Smith went...." I started speaking but tears welled up in my eyes and it became difficult for me to speak further. I started sobbing a little and Clara again pulled me into a hug. I calmed down after five minutes and we pulled apart.
"After we came back from the courthouse, we went to our separate rooms. I slept in just for some hours and when I came downstairs I saw a sticky note on the fridge mentioning that he went on a business trip. Since then, I am all alone in this big house." I said.
"Hmm...maybe he wants some time to be alone you know..." She said and wiped my tears. "Give him some time to get in his senses Sia. Males are immature anyway." She shrugged and I chuckled at her because Smith is anything but immature.
