My Posh idiot (BOOK 2)

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Iman Harriott ~

I was able to catch up with Alex before we started airing. He was very happy and grateful that I had appeared a lot more positive than the last couple of weeks, especially with yesterday's emotions. I also thanked him for having my back, and I updated him about Alistair and me—not the nasty stuff, of course.

However, as much as Alex was happy that I was no longer in a depressive state and things may start to work out better for me, he also alerted me that he hoped all of this drama was worth it. Not so much blame on me, but he hoped that Alistair had good intentions this time around with me. Alex didn't go into detail, he looked as if he wanted to, but he decided against it. Probably because he didn't want to hurt my feelings further or something. I got what he meant though. Cheating on your spouse and being a home-wrecker is crazy, doing all of that just to break up would be even more crazier.

But honestly, I don't see myself leaving Alistair ever. He'd have to do some really fucked up shit for me to ever leave. I don't want to be those girls that stick around for mini red flags- to be honest, I am one of those girls because I stuck around the first time and I'm going to stick around again. And this is what I was afraid of- OHHHH I'M DOING IT AGAIN!

Thank god I was alone in my dressing room and we had finished airing. I'm in my head, once again about Alistair. I have to keep on reminding myself that he's not like that anymore. For example, that conversation we had in the car earlier could've easily turned into an argument. I've always hit a nerve in him when we were a couple in uni and he'd react to it badly, this time round he didn't.

And the other times as well when I kept on bringing up how he used to treat me, he was more remorseful and regretful instead of trying to find ways to defend his behaviour.

Alistair could've easily told me to get the fuck out of his car when I was being a little bit shady, but he didn't.

A knock on my door interrupted my thoughts, hurrying to change my clothes to an outfit more cute and comfy- a white cami top and blue low-waisted flared jeans, before walking over towards the door. I opened it and immediately smiled once I saw Alistair standing, looking buzzed as ever to see me.

I stretched my arm out, wrapping it around his wrist as I pulled him into my room.

Alistair looked too good, and I wanted to make out with him, without the think pieces around me.

He wasn't in his work clothes, he opted for a more formal but casual look as his clothes were laid loose on him. Alistair wore a white loose collared shirt, that was a long-sleeved and unbuttoned a little to see the top part of his defined chest. He matched the shirt with trousers that had small white thin stripes as patterns on the material.

I need to get him into jewellery more, the singular watch on his wrist is not going to cut it for me, but if he loves me as much as he says he does, it won't be a problem.

Alistair closed the door behind him, as one of his hands was busy being occupied by my grip "You know, you'd look really nice with more jewellery..." I suggested it, biting my lip a little at the thought of a singular silver or gold chain wrapped around his neck

"Don't worry, I have plans to marry you..." Alistair spoke, causing me to roll my eyes as that was not the jewellery I was talking about, however, I felt myself beginning to fluster at the thought of being his wife someday

"That's not what I meant, but please do keep that in mind..." I told him "...I was talking about a necklace. Your neck needs to be decorated..." I traced my finger on the curves of his collarbone, causing him to look down intently at what I was doing

"I'll think about it..." was all he said

"You should...I love when my man wears jewellery..." I changed the tone of my voice, speaking seductively as I continued to trace his exposed skin