Her Keeper

Chapter 91

--Julliet Parris--

Tears streamed down my face as my orgasm took over. Geo continued to pump into me with his face buried in the crook of my neck, unaware of my pain.

My orgasm was heightened by my grief. I laid there as the man I love made love to me, wondering if he even loved me back.

I felt so betrayed. I had my suspicions before, but I happened to be wrong.

Why now?

Why when I finally chose to trust him?

Was he punishing me?

His grunts filled my ears as his hot seed filled me.

He kissed my neck and his kissed slowly moved over to my jawline, then toward my lips, where they froze as he stared questioningly at me.

"Jules, is something wrong?" He asked.

"No." I shook my head, wiping at my tears. "I'm fine. It's just..." I trailed off. "It's just that it's been so long. It was just overwhelmingly good." I lied.

"Oh... Ok." He hesitantly accepted my response as he pecked my lips repeatedly. "I love you, Jules." He mumbled against my lips.

"I love you too." I whispered as he got off of me and made his way into our bathroom.

It was twelve o' nine in the morning according to the digital on the nightstand and almost as if on cue, Geo's phone lit up, and caller's i.d. indicated that Adrianne was calling.

When I had went through his phone, I saw a few pictures of her and she looked familiar, but I couldn't quite put a finger on it.

I watched him as he walked back into our room with a wet rag in his hand. Handing it to me, he got back in bed and under the covers as I wiped myself off.

"Who's Adrianne?" I asked and his head snapped quickly in my direction.

"She's an employee." He was lying to my face. "Why?" He questioned.

"She called." I shrugged as I got up and made my way into our bathroom, locking the door behind myself.

I turned the shower on and got in, sitting on the cold, tiled shower floor as I cupped my mouth in my palm to muffle my pitiful sobs.

My husband is having an affair.

I made my way back into bed beside my husband, pretending to be clueless about his infidelity.

He snuggled up behind me, pulling me into himself.

How could he come home and pretend that I was his everything and live another life behind my back?

How could he act as though he was doing nothing wrong?

Adrianne... The name rang a bell, but I couldn't remember where I knew it from.

Who the hell is she?

Another woman in my relationship felt like a ghost walking the halls of my home. I couldn't see her, but she was there and she was haunting me. Invading a space which belonged to me. Disturbing my peace.

My stomach churned.

Was I not good enough?

Was I doing something wrong?

I mean, I was. I could admit that, but I've been better right?

My lips quivered and I felt the tears prick at my eyes.

Don't cry, Jules. I attempted to coach myself. Don't cry. He loves you. Just you. Oh no, you're crying!

My Grandma once told me that silent tears were the worst, but she didn't tell me it gets worst when the person you're crying out for is right there, but they can't hear you.