My Posh idiot (BOOK 2)

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Alistair Ryle ~

"Alistair are you okay?..."

"Huh- yeah I'm fine..." I snapped out of my deep thoughts, forcing a small smile on my face, so Alana had nothing to worry about "...are you okay?"

"Hmm..." she responded, before she focused on the meal she was about to eat

Something in me told me to look at Alana again, when she was not looking. I was about to start eating too, but her response made me feel a type of way. It made me feel as if I should get up and reassure her that everything will be okay.

Alana is the way she is because of me. My sudden change into being a good husband to her has changed ever since Iman. I know she is not okay.

"...what are you doing Alistair?..." Alana startled, asked me as I went to crouch down on my knees before her

"Doing what I should've done and been attentive to your needs- what is wrong Alana? I know there is something that is upsetting you"

"Even if I did tell you, why would it matter anyways, we don't even see each other that much anyways"

"Alana, I am not asking you, I am demanding you" I got a little sterner with my approach

I did not mess up my tailored trousers on this carpet for nothing.

She sighed "...Are you having an affair?"

"What?" I cocked my brow in confusion

"Do not make me feel like I shouldn't have asked that question-" Alana sighed in guilt "- I don't want to seem crazy, but ever since you went to work with Iman for two weeks, something about you has changed. You're distant from me- and you seem to be okay with it. Everybody loved your bond together- I could see the bond everybody was talking about Alistair. I feel very lonely and even when you are home with me- it still feels lonely. It makes me sad that you may be making someone else feel the opposite of lonely, when you have me. It makes me sad to think that you may be loving someone else the way you're supposed to love me. It makes me sick that you could be sleeping next to someone else instead of me. So Alistair, I am giving you this opportunity- I will ask again...are you having an affair?"

I looked into her glossy hazel eyes, as she looked as if she was on the verge of tears. Everything she said is true, and I am going to be a very terrible husband for this. I did have a second thought about coming clean, but I retracted knowing that I was not ready to tell her.

"Alana-" I took her hand into mine "- I love you, I would not be able to love another woman if it was you. Of course I am not having an affair-"

"With Iman?..." Alana cut me off, catching me of guard

"No- Iman and I are acquaintances...barely even friends" I lied to her once more

I stared into Alana's eyes, waiting for her response. I do not need her finding out right now. This is the worse possible time. I would want to tell her myself- I wouldn't want her to find out from anybody else.

I pleaded with my eyes to her. I did not want to say anything more, or it would add even more speculation. I did not want to force her more to believe me. The sentence should be enough for Alana to believe for now.

"Okay..." Alana finally said

Alana said it with doubt. I can feel that she does not believe me, and she has every right not too.

I am trying here. Even after the first time Iman and I kissed or had sex, I tried to brush those feelings, reminding myself that it was nothing. The minute I told Iman that I was falling for her, I cannot hold myself to be the husband I was to Alana before Iman.

"Alana-"

"I believe you..." she had cut me off "...I was just lost in thought for a bit. All those delusional thoughts I had in my head, are all gone now..." she laughed at the end

I smiled, happy with the response I was given "you can get up now- or if you want to make up for how you made me feel the last couple of weeks, you could always buy me a new ring and propose to me again..." she laughed once more, as I finally stood up

"See...I miss this smile on you..." I went to go and kiss my wife on her lips

It intensified, as her slender neck stretched out even more, roughly caressing the side of her face.

It was only supposed to be a small kiss, so she could stop speculating, but a feeling started to run through my body. A feeling of hunger, as I haven't been intimate with Alana for some time. I did not think I'd be able to be this passionate again with her. Last time we were intimate, we had sex and I thought that would've cured everything, but it didn't.

I bent over a little bit, as I prepared myself to lift Alana up, as she was now holstered around my waist.

"My skirt Alistair..." Alana shyly giggled

"And I am glad that you decided to wear one today..." I reminded her, before going back to kissing, but she moved away "what is it?"

"I thought you had work to do for Iman..." I rolled my eyes, as she started to ruin the moment

"Do you want me to fuck you or not?" I asked in a straightforward tone

"Put me down..." she calmly stated

I dropped her out of my hands recklessly, making a beeline to my desk to finish the work for Iman.

Oh how I wish she was here right now. I mean I have always wanted her bent over a desk. I have one here right now in front of me. I can imagine it right now, I'd get half the work done, as I spent the other half pumping her from the back, admiring the voluptuous view in front of me. We'd probably be here all night if that was the case.

I heard the door slam shut, followed by with a loud bang. I had noticed that my wife had left me. I went to go after her, as I hadn't a clue on where and how she was getting home.

"Where are you going!" I shouted

"Home!" She shouted back at me

"And how are you going to do that?"

"I'll call a taxi-"

"Alana no you are not!- We will go home together"

"No-"

"ALANA!" I raised my voice, making her stop in her tracks

I stood by the door, waiting for her to comply to my instructions. She turned around, storming back into my direction, entering back into my office, without even looking at me.

"I would rather have you in this room angry at me, than another strange man drive you home..." I locked the door behind me