Italian Coffee House [BWWM]

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Niccolo's Chocolate House

Chapter 19

*Nick*

Shit! What have I done? The words had left my mouth, riding on the waves of the worst case of jealousy ever to sweep through me yet. The storm had been brewing long enough and before the dust had even settled, I knew that the damage had already been done. That my wife may very well hate me with every fibre of her being and rightfully so. I could withstand the toughest battles, yet the two things I couldn't stomach, the thought of my wife in the arms of another man and that she hated me to the point of no return. 

It was all so so confusing, the new gush of emotions that stripped me from my senses, slaughtering me night after lonely night. I wanted her, and that want ... that need ... devoured the core of my composure, leaving me exposed, allowing my temper to flicker becoming more unstable and at an alarming pace. I knew that was no excuse to lash out at Ada. What manner of man would insult his wife for wanting her?

God as my witness my Ada was perfect in every way, but that's what made things that much more agonizing. I ached for her in every which way a husband could ache for his wife and every waking moment making it impossible for me to keep my concentration as well as my composure regardless of my location. 

I dreamt of making sweet passionate love to her every night and woke hard as granite for her, making me more irritable than usual. There was no torture like it, knowing that she was within reach and yet so far was enough to break any man. Knowing that she didn't love me was enough to crush my heart to dust but most of all, that I would never really have her if she didn't want me. The thought alone was suicide. Add that to the thought of her loving another man, it was nothing less than added fuel to fire. 

At this point, I could spontaneously combust at any moment and with little prompting. I knew that she would never love me, not like that anyway. I would never be enough to make her happy, to make all her wildest dreams come true. It was like swallowing a jagged-edged shard of glass. It left a lethal sting enough to devastate the most courageous soldier. Impotence could cripple any man.

"Ad-" I began, pausing mid-sentence only to realize that she no longer sat before me, not that she would've given the harsh things I'd just said to her. Instead, my sights met the now vacant table as well as several, disapproving stares belonging to the customers out on the patio all who'd witnessed my tantrum and one of which I cared for.

"Ada!"

I scanned the premise, my eyes settled on a retreating form and I recognized her petit body escaping the way I came. Her pretty little head disappearing down the steps that led to the patio.