The Lustful Husband

Chapter Eleven (II)

Chapter 11 - Friction (PART 2)

After Harry and Jackson had caught up while Amelia sat giggling at their camaraderie, Harry left to get situated in his new job. Amelia loved to see Jackson looking so happy to be reacquainted with his friend, his smile was infectious, the dimples that sprouted themselves in his cheeks captivating and the baritone of his chuckle simply symphonic she thought.

"We've got twenty minutes until our reservation.." Jackson said, smirking at Amelia as Harry closed the door leaving the married couple alone in the office.

"Mmmm.. so we do, and just what would you suggest we do with those twenty minutes?" she smirked, playing along with the easy banter.

"If you come over here -" Jackson started, gesturing to his lap, however the opening of his office door cut off his speech.

"Jackso- oh. You're still here Mrs Cambridge... " stated Katrina, though she looked different to how she had looked downstairs, she looked more relaxed and carefree than Amelia had ever seen her. Gone was the overly professional expression; a button of her crisp white shirt was undone allowing for a glimpse of cleavage and her her was flowing down her back in soft waves. Amelia had never felt so insecure before... she was breathtaking.

"Yes... Our reservation isn't till one" She replied cheerfully, she wasn't one to allow her insecurities to affect her behaviour towards another woman.

"Is there something that needs my attention Kat?" Jackson asked, the nickname didn't go unnoticed by Amelia.

"We have an IPO Bake- off on Friday, Mr. Johnson has assigned you to pitch , just thought I'd give you a heads up Mr. Cambridge" Katrina said politely, notably she was back to her demure contained self.

"Thanks Kat, I'll get on it.." Jackson smiled easily as Katrina left the room.

"I've never seen her like that before" Amelia stated cautiously

"What do you mean?" Jackson frowned.

"She's always so serious and.. professional, but when she thought I wasn't here she called you Jackson and she had her hair down and she - " her was getting more and more suspicious as she analysed the situation quickly in her head..

"What are you saying love.." Jackson cut off her tangent, chuckling slightly.

"She had her button undone... Then she called you Mr. Cambridge as if I didn't just hear her call you Jackson" she frowned, the more she thought about it, the more it irritated get. " And what was with the cute nickname... no one else calls her "kat"," Amelia felt petty but, she was mildly annoyed already.

"Amelia, I don't know what you're insinuating but I'm not in the mood for another fight with you" He sighed, he was prepared to discuss such a topic.

"So you're allowed to act possessive and overly jealous for two years of our marriage, but the minute I voice some concern... you're not on the mood?" By now she was standing up...

"Let's just go to lunch, yes?" Jackson said calmly, though his tone came off as condensing.

"You can stick your bloody lunch." she stated, storming out in try Brit manner.

All she wanted was some reassurance, shouldn't ones insecurities be quashed by their husbands devotion? she didn't feel like that as she walked out of the elevator past the assistant come model that was Katrina Carter.

"Are you no longer going to lunch Mrs. Cambridge ? Katrina asked, to an onlooker it would have seemed a polite question. However, Amelia discerned the underlying sneer. To top it off, her shirt was done back up and her here was back in an emasculate bun.

"Oh I just had an emergency call from the hospital... me and Jackson are going to have dinner together at home instead." Amelia replied, she refused to give the woman the satisfaction that she was he cause of an argument.

"Right... have a lovely day, Goodbye" Katrina sneered as she was heading towards the elevator.

"Bye... kat." Amelia replied, animosity casting off her speech in waves.

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To be continued.

- A