His Bride

Chapter Six

Blake pov

It's been two weeks since meeting my father and his lawyer about the whole divorce thing, and I'll say we've been threading lightly. Gustavo has still been very nice to me, and he's been treating me like a husband.

But deep down I just know he's only treating me like that due to the kindness in his heart, he does things that made me think 'he likes me' and then he goes around and joke about how gay he's acting and that just ends up leaving me devasted and sulking all through the day.

He told me he had something to discuss with me after work, and now I'm slightly panicking. What if he wants to tell me he has found a way to get a divorce and we wouldn't need a whole year.

As sad as it seems and looks, I genuinely like him, I know I shouldn't, but I do. Not only is he a straight man, but our marriage wasn't even something that was supposed to happen, and now I'm here falling for his charming self.

With a loud sigh, I walked into the living room and then put the TV on. I had nothing to do, so I much as well watch Netflix or something.

My life is so boring, well, not really boring. Ever since marrying Gustavo, it has been a bit fun, especially being friends with Amara and Arianna, who might I say is so friendly Apparently, the first time we met, she was as high as a bird, hence the dry greeting, but when she's not high or slightly high, she's really fun to be around.

She and Amara had a really beautiful relationship. You would think at first glance that Arianna was the dominant one in the relationship, but you can imagine my surprise when I found out it was Amara.

Arianna was a very noticeable stud, I mean, she dressed like one, so I you'll definitely paint her as the dominant one, but no. Another shock was finding out Arianna was actually the outgoing one in the relationship, I could bet money that it was Amara, but I guess you can't judge a book y it's cover.

Them aside, it was fun having them, Gustavo, Diego, and Danny-who mostly would flirt with me- around, but it was lonely when they had to go to work.

I spoke to Gustavo about getting a job but he told me I didn't really need to since he's providing for me, but I had to remind him about the fact that we would be divorced in a year and by then I would actually have to fend for myself, even though it hurt me to say that, It was the truth.

If I start living now with the mentality and idea of Gustavo providing for me, what would happen if we do get divorced and I move out, I can't go back to my parents. Yes, my parents are rich, but I want to be independent. A part of me believed if I did get up and started living my life the minute I graduated, I wouldn't have been married to Gustavo, because ding ding ding....I wouldn't have been around to attend the stupid wedding.

I studied architecture, and it would be nice to work in my field of study.

Maybe when he gets back, I'll try to slide in the whole me working, into our conversation.

It was as if he read my mind, the door opened. Meaning Gustavo was home.

A stupid smile found its way on my face and my stomach flipped at the thought of my husband.

'Do I like him this much?'

"Welcome home Tavo" I happily greeted my hard working husband. I started calling him that days ago and he liked it. I watched a smile form on his face as he dropped his briefcase on the couch and his keys on the table.

"Hello Blake" he greeted back before pulling me in for a hug, which I immediately returned. I inhaled his scent, 9 hours of working and he still smells good. God I just want to ea-