The Secret Life of Blythe

20. Blythe

I watch Leo pull out of the driveway and round the corner and when I'm satisfied I can't see the tail lights anymore I run towards the office. I push my book and jump in the lift hitting the button continually in the hopes that it'll take me down quicker. I've rigged up some of the system down here now and I have two days of emails to catch up with. I couldn't continue on my personal account anymore, things were becoming too complex. I pull open the white door and smile at the sight before me as I rush over to turn the screen on and get stuck in to whatever is in my secure mail.

He's been glued to me since he's been back. Literally following me everywhere. I've been desperate to get down here. I need to try and get him out of my hair for a couple of days so I can figure out a new take I have on the main server. I'm so close to getting it up and running I can feel it. I only need two days max. I can't wait week's anymore, for the odd hour here and there. Yep, i need him out of my hair, it's decided. A thought hits me and I shake off the idea. It's too risky, but once it's entered my mind I can't stop myself. The main reason I didn't do it earlier is for the repercussions, but now that seems to have gone there's nothing stopping me. I pace for a few minutes deciding whether or not I can do it and once it's a solid in my mind, there's no going back. I type furiously into the second work station and before I know it I've pressed enter. I stand up in disbelief, a little giggle leaves my mouth and then a sliver of guilt hovering in the background but before long it disappears, revenge is best served cold, and it'll be a nice warning for them both and anyone else that wants to fuck with me.

I answer the few urgent emails and shut down the rest of the tabs. I just have to hope now that all hell breaks loose and it buys me a couple of days, even if I will have to waste a couple of hours of it on them. I chuckle again feeling a bid giddy, I'm becoming a pest.

I spend another twenty minutes loading up the smaller server. It'll take about 24 hours to re-boot now I've fixed the problem thanks to Donnelly. I look over at the final one, the largest. Once that's done, I'll be open for business. I have no clue what my job title is but I've never been so excited and fixated on something.

Hopefully it will all lead me to the truth in the end too. I type in to the keyboard on the main computer and I smirk when I see the vision appear on the screen in front on me, guilt, panic, disbelief, anger. I stick my middle finger up at the screen and then I press escape so it all blacks out.

I lock the door back up and ride up to the office. I decide I'll go and wait on the sofa and watch TV so my hubby dearest doesn't think I've moved. He's a distraction walking around in the buff, I'll give him that. I half wish I didn't start the game with him. But either way, I wouldn't ride his dick again if he covered it with ten of his stupid magnum condoms. Not until I've been in therapy and had my mind erased anyway. He's trying, he really is but it feels forced now. He's doing it because he knows he fucked up. He would have likely done it anyway but I'm in a situation where I think the worst of him now in every scenario. It's what happens when the person you hold dearest steps out on you.

I haven't checked any phones because I haven't had chance to spend any time in the bat cave but as he's been with me near constantly I can only presume he hasn't been having phone sex with her like last time. The clicking of the door and heavy footsteps from Leo make my mouth salivate, I wasn't kidding when I said I wanted some ice cream but I would have settled for a tub from the 24/7 a few minutes drive from the house.
"My queen" he says handing me the tub with a spoon.
"Brownie point, thank you husband"
I can see the moment that he registers what I just called him. The relief that washes over him. I'm not anywhere near forgiving him but I know him and he needs a little affection before he goes off the rails. Not only that, I quite like using him for back rubs. At least he's making himself useful to me for something.
He pushes me forward on the sofa so he can sit behind me as he gets to work on the bottom of my back as I eat ice cream. My eyes grow heavy until he takes the pot of ice-cream away before I drop it and coaxes me to lay back on him. I do, it feels too good not too. When I wake again I'm laid in his arms curled up on his lap. I'm too tired to argue and the way he's tangled around me like a spider monkey shows me he needs it. I feel him lift me not long after, wrapping my legs around his waste which annoys the life out of me, but I let him key in the alarm code and walk us up the stairs. He places me inside the pillow and takes my clothes off going too far when he places a kiss on my bare mound when my panties come off. I can feel myself getting angry at his cheek, he always has to push it. I pretend to be asleep wondering if he'll try anything else, as I plan my what to do if he does, but luckily doesn't, he wraps himself behind me, shoves his face in my hair and I hear his gentle snores. He's lucky I'm tired that's for sure.