The Chauffeur [Complete]

Chapter 22

Celeste's POV
I stood under the shower, unmoving. Finding out Sam had cheated isn't what made me crack. It was the fact that I've been trying to get pregnant for over a year, and here he is expecting his third child with his secretary.

I honestly would have killed the man had Rade not intervened. And up until he arrived, I don't really remember what I had said or done. I wrapped my arms around my body, remembering how warm and comforting he'd felt against me. I felt safe in his arms. Something I haven't felt with Sam in a long time.

Sighing, I looked up, letting the water run through my hair. Everyone saw me lose my mind. Hartford. Jenny. They all saw me. When Jenny walked away, I thought she was going to call the police. I'm glad she didn't.

After two hours, I cleaned my body with the soap and body wash already in the shower and stepped out. It smelled like him. 

I felt better. I would have stayed under longer, but I didn't want to be greedy with Rade's hot water. I grabbed a towel from under the sink and dried my body off before using the towel to dry my hair.

The towel was then rewrapped around my waist. I secured it in place so it didn't fall, not wanting to accidentally flash my Chauffeur.

I was staring at my reflection in the mirror when I saw both my engagement ring and my wedding ring still on my finger. I scoffed and ripped the jewelry off my finger. I should've thrown it at his ass.

Sighing, I tried not to break down for the second time today. I was done crying. Well, I wanted to be done. I wanted to be able to move on and live my life. But it's easier said than done. 

Sam and I were together since we were fourteen years old. We'd known each other even longer than that. We had history. But I guess history didn't matter since he was so willing to throw it all away for some fucking secretary pussy.

I left the rings on the counter and walked out of the bathroom. The door to Rade's bedroom was opened. I crossed the hall and entered the room, taking in the decor. He had a master bed to the left, everything on the bed black. Even the accented wall, which was made of marble, was also black.

His room screamed male. So bland, masculine, and cold. Even the rest of the house seemed cozier than this. I looked to my right. There was no dresser. Though I did see a walk in wardrobe. Everything was so neat, the clothes color coordinated from lights to dark. Even his shoes were organized.

I could definitely see Rade as a neat freak. The thought of Rade losing his mind over a speck of dust made me chuckle.

I eyed all of the walls. Still no pictures. Not of his sister. Not even of his mom or dad. Strange. I may have to ask him about that. But then again, knowing him, if he hasn't said anything about it then it's probably not something he wants me to know.

I walked over to the cushioned bench he had at the foot of his bed and sat down. I don't know where he went, but I didn't want to walk all over the house in just a towel.

I was mindlessly staring out the large window to the left of his bed when I heard footsteps. I turned my head just as Rade walked in.

"How was your shower?" He asks, briefly glancing down at my legs before bringing his gaze back up to me.

"Amazing. Thank you."

He removed his suit jacket, every muscle on his arms and torso flexing as the material was peeled off his body. I swallowed and averted my gaze. Now was not the time to ogling my Chauffeur.

He walked over to his wardrobe and draped the jacket over the chair he had in the corner. Then he started going through the drawers. He pulled out a white shirt and what looked like gym shorts.