Everything You Need

Chapter Thirty-Four

Madeline

One Year Later

I walked out of our bedroom and I went up the stairs. The boat swayed a little, but it wasn't that bad. I was adjusting to being on a boat for so long. Chris and I were holiday for various reasons.

One, because he finalized his divorce with Lauren a few months ago, which was so exhausting that I just pulled back during that situation. So this was us trying reconnecting and focusing on each other.

Two, To celebrate a new big Buisness deal with some new foreign company which was good for his company. I was happy for him that he was able to get that partnership.

Three, I got a job working in HR in a small company that recently started up. Chris tried to give me a job at his company, but that would cause too much conflict, so I was in route of a job and I got it.

Four, I wanted to go on Holiday. I wanted escape Illinois, I was over being there for so long. Even though Chris and I have been on two getaways in the last year, which was only for a few days. This was for a few weeks.

I walked along the deck and I went to the bar. I got us two glasses of champagne. I heard the water which meant he was swimming. I don't understand how he gets in that water. I'm scared I'm going to drown.

I headed down towards the end of the boat with our drinks in my hand. I saw him as he came out of the water. He looked in my direction and she shakes his hair and pushed his hair back. He was so lucky he was so handsome.

"I got you a drink," I say.

He swims closer to the boat and he rested at the edge. He licked his lips and I could see that mischievous smirk coming on his face.

"I love it when you wear red," he grinned.

"I like it when you wear purple, Zemër."

He started smiling more as if he couldn't stop. He was teaching me Albanian and I took it upon myself to find something cute to call him Albanian. I sat down at the edge of the bed, dipping my feet into the water. He kissed my thigh and I handed him his glass.

"And I like it when you call me Zemër, I need to teach you more," he smirked.

He rested his arm on my side and he fitted himself between my legs. Of course she got excited from the smallest touch from Christopher. She always did, only he could really ever make her or me feel like that. Which is why I also needed to talk to him.

"We need to talk."

"About what?" He frowned.

I saw his smile fading, but he doesn't move away from me. He stayed resting on my thighs, he kissed my thigh. I took a sip from my champagne, before place it down and running my hands through his wet hair.

"I was thinking that I don't want to explore anymore. I'm happy with you and I don't want to have sex with anyone else. I want to end that part of our agreement, I only want you. I have realized this now," I shared.

He raised his brows and he moved his lips to the side. We haven't had sex in a month, to be exact five weeks and seven days. After Johnathon had called me cock hungry, I realized I had a problem.

I depended on sex too much. I used it for every outlet and I mean I lived and breathed sex. It wasn't good. I started seeing a therapist few weeks after my abortion. I needed to process the loss of our baby, but also to help cope with situation I was in.

I was still seeing Christopher, he was in the middle of a divorce. At times it was hard being with him during those moments, but he didn't give up on us, so neither did I.