So no, I'm not dead just very very busy - I can't apologise enough guys. I really do try but I barely even have time to sleep these days let alone write.
—————————
I wake up, tangled in the sheets with his arm around my torso and leg thrown over mine. His head is in the crook of my neck as he sleeps peacefully still. I glance his way, looking at his sleeping face and I can't help but smile. He looks so peaceful. Before I know what I'm doing, my fingers are tracing the outline of his face, he starts to stir and I cup his cheek with my hand, leaning forward I press my lips lightly against his. He smiles into the kiss and response. Waking up.
"I could get use to waking up to that." He says in his throaty morning voice. I smile and kiss his forehead.
"How was your sleep?" I ask softly.
"It was wonderful." He says with a small smile.
I feel myself starting to get nervous around him. The way he stares at me. I hadn't paid attention before but he stares at me with so much content and love. So much attention and like I am the prettiest person he has ever come across. It makes me nervous and excited. I'm not use to it and it's taken me this long to even realise the way he looks at me.
"We should get up and get the kids ready for daycare." He smiles and nods.
"Okay. Sounds like a plan." He stands up and I can't help but peeve at his arse. He smirks and walks into the ensuite for a shower. I give a soft laugh and shake my head. The guy is going to be the death of me.
I get out too and step into the shower with him. He seems even sexier with the damp hair, his eyes shining at me as he smiles.
"I'm going to get divorce papers today." I say softly as I wrap my arms around his torso.
"I'm glad. Did you want me to come with you?" He asks. I shake my head.
"Don't worry. Just stay home and if I'm not back in time then pick up the kids." I say as I lean up and lightly press my lips to his. He hums softly against my lips and smiles when we break.
"Do you want me to cook tonight?" He asks. I look at him surprised.
"I didn't know you could cook." He just scoffs.
"I worked at a restaurant. I'm Italian. Of course I can cook." I roll my eyes at his cocky tone.
"Alright then. I'm expecting good things." He smiles and cups my cheek.
"I'm only ever going to do good by you. You can expect that from me." With that he presses his lips to mine lightly before moving his lips to my neck as his hands start to roam freely. It's not long that I loose my control and we're having sex in the shower.
Once I've gotten out and have dressed in my black dress pants and white blouse, I make my way out to the kids room.
They're both awake, playing quietly with their toys. I smile as Jackie comes up to me, arms outstretched wanting my attention. I pick him up and start to get the both of them ready.
"When is daddy going to visit?" Maria asks, I bite my lip, unsure of how to answer her.
"Mummy and daddy have to have a talk, that way we can figure out when he can come and see you two." She smiles and nods her head before walking out of the bedroom and toward the kitchen.
I walk out, following behind her with Jackie in my arms happily playing with the hemming of my shirt.
"What would you like for breakfast?" Dominique asks the children.
Maria smiles up at him in adoration like she always does when he speaks. I can't help but smile at the pair of them, my two beautiful children. It breaks my heart to think about how this split may affect the kids, but there's nothing healthy about staying with a man like Mason whilst having my kids.
I set Jackie in his high chair before walking around the bench to Dominique. He smiles and kisses my temple softly.
Once breakfast has been had, the kids are dressed for daycare, Jackie insisting on wearing his iron man suit, not that I minded since he looks so damn adorable in the costume.
"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" I smile, before kissing Dominique's cheek softly.
"I think if I show up with you, it'll make his reaction worse, besides, he may be an arsehole but he's not stupid. He'll know I'm going to divorce him and he'll know that if he does hurt me it'll look worse for him." Dominique purses his lips into a straight line, knowing I'm right but not exactly enjoying that I'm right.
"If anything happens, You call me okay?" I smile and caress his cheek, he's so cute when he worries.
"Okay, but I won't call because I'll be fine." I give Dominique another kiss before walking out the door to the garage and getting into my car.
I am meeting at a local cafe with my lawyer and with Mason and his lawyer. When I get there, Mason is the only one there which automatically makes me uncomfortable as I approach the booth he is sitting it. He has obvious bruises from the beating he took. He sees me, and immediately shrinks in his seat and lowers his eyes to avoid mine. Directing them to something on the table in front of him.
I sit across from him, both of us just sitting in silence. The difference is I have my gaze directed on him and my posture shows how serious I am, where he is hunched and is avoiding my gaze at all costs. It doesn't take long, thankfully, my lawyer, who just so happens to be one of Dominique's many brothers, Tyrone Roberto.
I smile and greet him with a side hug while he kisses my cheek. Dominique had introduced me to Tyrone last night to go over everything, we explained the entire situation to Tyrone and he was extremely helpful and eager to take the case for me.
It didn't take much longer for Mason's lawyer to show up, who is none other than his father. His father has never fully liked me. Always kept distant and whenever we argued he was the first to shame and blame me.
"Arthur." I say curtly.
"Let's get this over." He says gruffly before sitting down next to his son.
"Here are the papers, he just have to sign them." Tyrone says as he hands the papers to Arthur.
"Not without reading them. We will give them back to you in two days." I roll my eyes at his response as he stands and walks away with his son in toe.
"Well that went great." I say sarcastically. Tyrone chuckles.
"Come on missy, you can give me a ride." I laugh and shake my head but follow as he stands and walks to the exit.
YOU ARE READING
Addicted To You
Romance"Stop trying to deny it." His husky voice whispers in my ear, my back is pressed against his office wall, his hands interlaced with mine, pinned against the wall either side of my head. "Denying what?" I ask in a raspy voice. "Denying that you lik...
