My Posh idiot (BOOK 2)

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TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️

Alistair Samuel Ryle ~

"How comes you're here? I thought you'd be at work today?" I asked, walking into the kitchen, shocked that my wife was at home

"You seem disappointed. Was there another woman you wanted to see instead?" Alana joked, causing me to roll my eyes at her playful antics

"Never" I simply said, as she came over to me to peck my lips

Oh how I missed those lips of hers...

"How was work today, love?" Alana broke her lips away from mine, but still comfortable in my embrace

"It was great- did you manage to watch?" I asked her

Alana broke fully way from me, leaning on the kitchen island with a humorous look on her face.

"I actually did and something tells me that your distant friend of yours is not as distant as you think she is..." I cocked my brow, confused as to what Alana was referring about

What does she know?

"What makes you think that dear?" I folded my arms together, intrigued in her assumptions

"The way how the two of you interacted...seems like more than distant friends to me..."

I think Iman and I interacted perfectly fine. In honesty, I cannot interact with Iman as if I hate her (I don't hate her), as that would not be seen as professional.

"I mean, we were friends at one point, during the first year of Oxford-" I started to explain myself

I probably didn't need to, but with Alana I've learned that she likes to play a lot. So it's either I play along with her or I start stating facts or in this case...lie.

I just think its inappropriate to tell Alana the whole truth about Iman and I. I've never uttered a word about Iman, not because I was ashamed, but she is a reminder in my life to never fuck up like that again.

Iman is my biggest regret and I promised myself that I'd never allow myself to make that mistake again, if I ever met another woman that was truly the one.

Also imagine how Alana would take it, if she knew the full details about us two...she'd stop joking and leave me with quickness.

I'd rather a happy wife than an unhappy life.

"- We had epq classes together and was often paired with one another to complete a task. I started seeing her less after those classes ended..." I finished

"Hmm so the distance made the heart grow fonder...I see" Alana pointed her finger into my chest

"And my dick goes harder every time I see you..." I changed the subject, not wanting to talk about my ex, as all I wanted to do was be inside my wife now that she's home today

I watched Alana blush in frustration, as my green eyes starred into hers as she bit her lip.

"Mhmm..." Alana hummed

"Do you like the sound of that..." I spoke into her ear, before gently tugging into it with my tongue

"I do but before you get into that I want to talk to you about something" I grabbed Alana's hips and pushed her up on the counter

"What is it that you want to tell me?" I asked her rubbing my hands under her robe, realising she didn't have any panties on

"We've been together for four years- married for nearly a year. I know we've had this conversation before, but I was not ready but I want to start a family with you- I'm ready"