My Posh idiot (BOOK 2)

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Alistair Ryle ~

I just don't get it. What could I have possibly done to make her mad to a point where she'd stop talking to me. I thought of every possible scenario in my head that would conjure up any reason as to why Iman was off with me.

I thought about Iman giving me oral- did I go to hard on her and mixed up what I thought was pleasure, pain?...No it couldn't be, she would have expressed very quickly to me that she was uncomfortable. Even if she didn't, I would've been able to tell by her body language. Furthermore she was in control for most of it.

I started to replay the memory in my head once more...

"Maybe it was something that I had said..."

But I didn't say anything that made her uncomfortable or did I?...I called her beautiful, that's a compliment or maybe Iman didn't take it as such. Oh shit maybe calling her beautiful after she gave me oral was the wrong move. I didn't mean she looked beautiful in a sexual way, I actually meant it.

Iman has always been beautiful, no matter what she does. That very moment we had, I was able to really look at her and it brought back so many feelings I had for her. It was like Iman was trying to hypnotise me with her big brown eyes that I couldn't help but get lost in. Her skin glowed so nicely against the golden hue of the light that shone over us in the room. Her plumped glossy lips looked so soft as she smiled- I just wanted to feel them against mine once-

OH STOP IT YOU'RE MARRIED ALISTAR!

...right I am married. I cannot be having these thoughts and feelings about another woman, let alone my ex.

Then again it's probably too late, considering the fact that I have fucked Iman every which way. I don't even fuck Alana like that.

I am not happy in my relationship like I say I am? It is awful to even think that way about another woman but not that way to the woman I made vows too.

My thinking was now cut short at the pregnancy test stick that was thrown at a very close distance to my head.

"What the fuck Alana, you could've injured me with that!" I expressed

"Well if that's the way to get your attention, so it be" she rolled her eyes "I have to be violent to get your attention because talking to you doesn't work Alistair. I don't know what's going on with you and you shut me down when I try to ask-"

"Are you still not pregnant?" I cut her off, trying to give her my attention as I picked up the test that read negative

"No!..." Alana sounded exasperated "...We haven't really had much time to talk about it but I don't think naturally getting pregnant is going to work out-"

"We can wait and take our time" I voiced

"What do you mean by wait Alistair?" Her brow arched quickly, as her hand was pressed against her hip in annoyance "We have been in this marriage for nearly four years. We were in a relationship for two years before we said our vows. We have been together for a total of six years. I wasn't ready, but you were. I told you that I was now ready to start a family. Now you expect me to wait since you're all of a sudden not ready...for how long Alistair?, Another additional six years..."

She's pissed...I get it. I was ready to start a family all of this time, now I am making her reconsider by waiting.

"Alana you went to a doctor and they said it's a very low chance that you can get pregnant. They gave you other options, but by the looks of it, you seem very distraught at the fact that you couldn't conceive naturally-"

"That did not mean that I wasn't going to give those options a try!" The base of her voice increased

"Well are you willing to, because if so, let's book an appointment right now and get this over with!" I rose up from the bed

"Not with that fucking attitude!" Alana voiced "I'm not going anywhere with you until you fix your attitude"

"How many times do I have to tell you, there is nothing wrong with me Alana!"

"I am not stupid dear, I know when you're not yourself...unless there's someone else that knows you better than I do because clearly I don't" Alana crossed her arms as she shrugged her shoulders

What does she know?

"What on earth are you talking about love?..." I began to become calm, but calm with fear

"You tell me?..."

Alana was making a beeline to exit the room. No way she was Leaving this room after she just said something so bizarre like that.

"You are not leaving this room" I said sternly

"Alistair you are not my father" I could feel the attitude roll of her tongue

An attitude to start a challenge of something she cannot finish...a challenge she and Iman know so well.

"That's what you want me to be though..." I grabbed Alana, crashing her into my chest seductively

"You fucking bastard..." I heard Alana mumble

"Don't make me fuck that little pretty answer out of you...I'll show you how much it is just you that knows me and no one else..." I whispered into her ear, before licking the slender of her neck

Maybe it was just a long hard fucking I needed from my wife...