PAINFUL PLEASURE [COMPLETED]

6. Trophy Wife

AVNEET'S POV

I wake up to an alarm tone, no wait, that's a ringtone. Someone's calling Siddharth. He pulls his arms from my body, and I immediately miss their warmth of them. He gets up and takes the call outside. When he comes back, I'm all prepared to snuggle into him again.

"I'll have to go for a meeting in Seattle," he announces instead.

"Okay," I reply. "Now come back," I say, stretching an arm towards him with eyes still closed.

"The meeting is at 11:30 AM today."

My eyes shoot open.

"Like today, today? Sunday today?" I ask quizzically, sitting up straight.

"Yes, Sunday today, at 11:30 in the morning. So I'll have to leave in the next half hour."

"Who is this meeting with?"

My question draws a broad smile to his face, and in another second, I discover why.

"The Kane's." He answers.

I grin wide, too. I engulf him in a hug and congratulate him.

"Are you gonna fly commercial? The private jet will take at least 3 hours to get ready."

"Niharika went ahead and had it ready for me already."

"Who's Niharika?"

"My Personal Assistant."

His personal assistant?

"What happened to Sandy??"

"She's pregnant."

Oh yeah! He did mention something like that.

"When did you get to know about the meeting?"

"Right now just before telling you."

"So this new personal assistant of yours got the jet ready without waiting for you to say yes to the meeting?"

"Yeah, but I can't be mad at her for that. I'm kinda impressed. It'll save me a lot of trouble."

He walks away to take a shower while I prepare breakfast. He has been working hard trying to sign the Los Angeles Deal with the Kane company for months now. And now that he finally has a ray of sunshine, I can't take it from him. Not even if this is not how I pictured our break. I pout at the thought but quickly shove it away.

After Siddharth departs, I freshen up and take out my laptop to view reports. In the afternoon, I request Martha, our resident culinarian, to cook something Italian for me.

At 2 p.m., she sends me creamy Risotto via our dumbwaiter, and I sit down to relish the meal. Eating at home feels lonely without Siddharth. As the clock struck 8, the sound of an incoming face time call on my phone filled the room. Unable to contain my curiosity any longer, I immediately grab it and swipe accept.

Siddharth's face fills the screen, and just by the look of it, I can tell that the meeting was successful.

"Congratulations, Mrs Kaur! Your husband just signed the Los Angeles Deal with the Kane Company, " he professed.