His HOT wife

Chapter Twenty one : Kiss

LORAINE

I am now in front of my desk, reviewing some documents that needed some approval from some of the things that have been presented during the long meeting this morning. A project that's been in the works for quite a while now..

Lately, it has been a very fun way for me to work on some improvements that I want to take for my business. I want to make a name of my own, not the current one that's entangled with my former and current surname.

I want to be known in the fashion industry. I have had a love for it all my life. I just didn't have the chance to actually pursue it due to a very heavy obligation that was placed upon my head, the1 taking over my Family's business empire and whatnot. But now that my marriage to Drey had taken care of that...I want to explore the world of fashion... that's where I am in my business mind..

While on the other... it's quite a mess.

I admit I am still stuck with what I heard from Nikki a few hours ago during our lunch meet-up.

I still don't know how to feel about the whole thing.

Do I think the whole thing sucks? Yes...

Do I blame him for everything? Probably not.

But does that change anything for me? No.

I wish I was as forgiving as Nikki, I swear I do. But there's a part of me that filters through the bullshit.

I think all my husband's bad decisions are all on him. Just like all of mine are on me.

It doesn't make us perfect, but that's just the way it is.

And I am allowed to make my own choices and decisions too, it may look bad or good for some people but at least It's my own.

And I am being honest with myself. That's all it matters to me.

And right now, that's all I can ever give him.

My honesty, that is.

And my honest truth is I am still hurt, and do feel betrayed.

But God, that man is so good and sure of his game that he confuses me every-fucking-time.

The things he does, the way he makes me feel... half of the time I am torn between wanting to tear him apart and make him feel the pain that I have been through...
The other times I want to just say fuck it and just give in to the undeniable sexual tension between us and think later.

It's so fucking exhausting and hard. But I don't go back on my words... and he will pay big deal. I am not going easy on him, as hard as it is for me to, but I just can't let go like that.

If asked what could he possibly do to make me accept his love again, I don't even know what to say.

I put down the document that I was reading and reached for my temple and pressed with my fingers.

The little throb is there again.

*phone notification rings*

How is work? I hope you were thinking of me cause I have been thinking of you all day.
Can't wait to see you, I miss you already.
You don't have any idea what you do to me , love. 
I think of you,
so fucking beautiful, you make me go crazy.

Drey

End of message

Reading that message made my cheeks warm. And hot in all the wrong places.

"What are you up to now fucking Stranton." I mused.

Probably trying to get under your pants?

Uhh...Yeah..?