My Posh idiot (BOOK 2)

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Alistair Ryle ~

It has been a couple of weeks since Iman and I had seen or spoken to each other. I couldn't speak to her as I figured that she had finally blocked me for good. I had thoughts of showing up at her home uninvited but decided against it when I found out that I would be seeing her again at Stella's christening. I was not going to use this occasion to make a scene, but since it has been some time, I thought it would be best to make contact with her again.

As I was anticipating this very day to come, I became uncontrollably sick and tired of Alana. As the days went by, I realised my behaviour was becoming more and more unbearable around her. I felt bad that she had to see me in this light, but I have lost the love of my life...again.

I started avoiding Alana, so she would not have to withstand my out-of-pocket behaviour. I would lock myself in the other room she told me to stay in as she could trust me enough to sleep in the same bedroom as her again. Our conversations grew less and less by the minute. We didn't eat with each other- I mean we haven't done that in a very long time. Intimacy was long gone so that was nothing new in the changes between Alana and I. We were practically strangers...roommates in a shared accommodation.

I know for a fact that love from both sides of us was gone for good.

The only time we actually coughed out a conversation and showed some type of intimacy between each other was this very day at the christening.

Alana told me that she did not want people to realise the beginning of an end to our marriage (caused by me). She did not want people to see her as miserable and she did not want that to be the main focus for this occasion. I agreed with her as this was Hugo and Mariah's daughter's day, it indeed was not about us.

I could smell divorce papers slowly brewing, but this was expected and this is what I wanted. But it's too late now. I'm going to be a single man, with no Iman by my side, but I'd rather be single and alone than in this loveless marriage.

The two of us arrived hand in hand with one another in the church, as we went to greet Hugo and Mariah, and the others they ushered over to us.

I did not really care for anyone else but only Iman. I scanned my eyes across the church to spot her, as I did not expect her to greet me. A small notion of me wished she had done, so there would not be any tension between us, but she's stubborn. I should know better as she is a woman who stands by her word.

She looked beautiful though...

I am always going to be in awe of Iman's beauty. Even though I couldn't take in her beauty up close, I did not waste any time to still appreciate her afar. The sunlight that burst through the stained window, radiated like glitter was shining against her brown skin. Her cheeks were coated with a shade of pink, appearing as bashful as ever. The big soft hair of hers that would tickle against my face whenever we were intimate, fell effortlessly past her shoulders, as some tighter curls decorated the front of her face.

Iman wore a matching black asymmetrical short-sleeved top and a long skirt, as both items of clothing were supported with a gold 3D butterfly brooch. As modestly dressed as she was, it did not fail to hide the curves that I ached to caress each time that we saw each other.

I did not give a flying fuck if Iman noticed I was staring as if I didn't find a way to tune into her show, knowing she put way more effort into her looks than usual. And I know for a fact it was not for another man but me.

"Let's find seats..." Alana broke me out of my thoughts. I sighed heavily, before following beside her

My eyes searched for Iman once more, as Alana and I were seated "I found her...Adonis..." I raised my brow in confusion and also a slight hint of anger