(The Virtuous Husband) In the name of Love

Chapter 7

Allison

"You don't have a fever Ally, maybe a mild cold" Christine told me after checking. "This is not the end of the world, though. You don't need so many sweaters and blankets."

"I do, this is a mild cold for sure. It can turn into a high fever and then I will feel sicker and I will die. You know die." I knew I was overreacting but I was fucking sneezing and shivering all day. Just because the press conference ended didn't mean that everything was over. The real work started afterwards only. Make sure everyone was gone, everything was back to its original place. I had to do it all alone in wet clothes. I should have made a wise decision and changed clothes rather than parading in them everywhere. But I was just fucking upset, want to know why? Because I couldn't get what the hell was going on. I mean the way Noel talked about her wife. It was really awkward. Hell with the awkward it was really irritating and boiled my blood. Okay I didn't know what was going between them and I really couldn't take sides but the way he spoke about her that she was doing it intentionally. It kind of reminded me of Lana. I mean he did say one sided love but god I still remember things Lana went through. How hurt had she been because of being accused of sins she never did? It tore her apart. I had seen her crying and in agony. She was innocent, freaking innocent. She had suffered. Did his wife Cheryl too? Maybe he was just jumping to conclusions like Eric did with Lana? Or Could it be another way around? My face scrunched up at the thought. How can it be possible the other way around? I mean he is a man for god's sake I don't think they get hurt like we do or do they?

"You want chicken soup or the best pasta in the whole of Seattle?" Christine asked with a sweet angelic face but I tell you that was not her thought.

"You know I love pasta!" I yelled.

"I do but I don't think they would let you in too with blankets Ally," she told before moving to my closet. I couldn't see what she was doing but I was getting out of my blanket. Food and I were complementary. I would never turn down good food. Not even on my death bed and I fucking craved to be treated well after the day I had.

"Here," she dnagled a royal blue dress in front of me. "If you want to eat the best pasta in the city take a warm bath and wear this or else you can have the soup for the sick. I assure you that it tastes like sewer water when I don't cook it from my heart and right now I am in no mood to cook from the heart." She gave me a wicked smile. At this a bit, I mean a bit tiny little fear settled inside of me. She could be the wicked angel for heaven's sake. I ran for the shower and her laugh reached my ears.

"I will be back in twenty be ready by then!" She yelled before I heard her footsteps fading and the main door clicking shut. Twenty minutes later I was ready while Christine was not down yet. The white a-line dress Christine picked for me demanded a natural makeup and not to overdo something. Getting bored I googled what was the best place in Seattle that served pasta only to end up with too many options and lost. My hands itched to google for Noel Dalanis. He was becoming a mystery I wanted to solve.

"Let's get going or we are going to be late!" she yelled peeking through the front door making me shut out of my thoughts to peek into who Noel really was. I rushed after her picking my purse. Dressed in a red strapless dress and she was looking hot. I mean I swear I would have banged her if I was into girls but I wasn't sadly. Taking the cab Christine gave the driver the address and not knowing much about the city, I sat there like a dumbo. It had been just a few months since I had come here. Christine talked about her work as I wasn't ready to. Not at all was I slipping a word about what had happened today. I mean every time I remembered about work and office my mind would get bombarded with the images of Noel naked in all his glory or when I kissed him. His body was tempting. I swear he is to be blamed for that kiss at all. He was fucking hot with well-defined muscles and six pack abs. I could have banged him without another thought I swear but he hated me. What a pity?