A Night to remember : Book 3

Chapter 34

****Kira****

I couldn't believe what I was looking at.
I stare intently at the smudged lipstick on his collar and smell the sickening pungent perfume on his shirt.

I hadn't slept good last night. I was aware when he came home late. It's been a habit as of late but I don't say anything because I know he is working.

But this? What the hell is this?

My pulse begins to race and my face feels hot as I continue to look at it.

I climbed out of bed the moment he stepped into the shower. I went to get coffee started, got Miliana ready for school and left her eating breakfast in the kitchen while I came back in the room to change. I picked up his discarded shirt on the floor and the first thing I noticed was the scent of perfume.

Then....the smudged red lipstick on his collar.

I felt like I had been sucker punched in the stomach. Deep down I know I shouldn't jump to conclusions. There had to be a good explanation for this. And there better be a damn good one!

I stiffly turn around and make my way towards the bathroom. I'm determined to get down to the bottom of this but my emotions get the best of me as I dread the possible answers and the truth. I am no longer attractive, I'm unbearable, I probably pushed him into another woman's arms.

The evidence burns in my hands. It's mocking me as I continuously inhale the nauseating perfume coming from it.

I stand by the door quietly mulling over the questions I want answers to.

He hadn't noticed me yet as he stood by the sink. His towel sinfully hanging low around his waist as he leans forward, carefully passing his razor along his jaw.

Then suddenly, the reflection of his grey eyes meet mine in the mirror. I'm upset because the sternness in his gaze lowers to his shirt in my hand. I see remorse and something else I can not explain as he wipes his face clean and sets the towel beside him.

He braces himself by the sink and  continues to stare at me through the mirror. As if waiting for me to say something. And I do. It just doesn't come out how I want it to.

Bold, demanding, fierce.

Instead, my hormones and emotions decide to flick me the middle finger. Tears build up in my eyes, my throat clogs up and my baby flips doing a crazy dance in my stomach.

"Care to explain this?"

He lowers his gaze to it but says nothing.

"Answer me. Why do you have lipstick on your collar, Max?" I inch closer until I'm at his side.

Jeezus! I sound so pathetic.

"Have you jumped to a conclusion? Or are you going to let me explain?" He stares at me waiting for my answer.

"An explanation will be nice, " I tap down on the emotional mob setting up camp with torches and pitchforks waiting to hear what he has to say.

He lowers his gaze to the shirt again and begins to speak. At first, I could comprehend. He was working late. He received a gift basket. But then my ears grew hot the moment he mentioned Rebecca opened a bottle of champagne.

I didn't want to hear anymore. But he refused to let me pull away. He placed both hands on the sink caging me in.

"We drank that is all, nothing happened, " he said.

I barely heard him the way I was so upset. He tipped my chin up and held my gaze.

"She was drunk and I took her home." He paused. "Then...she ki--, " he lowered his head. His jaw clenched as he breathed out the words.

She kissed him.

My vision became hazy with tears. I wasn't going to shed a drop but that packed a punch. My chest constricted knowing that things got as far that she stole a kiss.

"Did you sleep with her?" It's all I cared to know about.
He could have left her propped up against her door for all I cared. But he and I could fuck standing. We needed very little preparation or time for a quicky so I needed to know if he slept with that whore.

At this point, his shirt was balled up in my clenched fist the way I was so worked up over the idea that he could have or might have slept with another woman. Especially her.

"What part of nothing happened don't you understand, Kira?"

I couldn't get past his words. I wanted to hear him say it. Put his hand on the Bible if it were necessary. I was being paranoid I know. But I'm grossly aware that in my condition who wouldn't want to have a quick love affair. We hadn't had sex in a while. He was a very virile man. So...the idea, although it hurts to think of him having sex with anyone else, isn't far-fetched.

"Did you?" I repeated.

"No, what do you take me for, Kira? I'm not the irresponsible playboy you met in the past." He frowned.

"You could have fooled me. We were drunk when we met, Max. Remember that?"

"That was different. "

"How so?"

"Because I wanted you from the moment I saw you." He gritted his teeth. I watched his jaw clench as he leaned closer. His grey eyes luminescent with a hint of anger glared at me. "I don't want her or anyone else for that matter."

I couldn't respond. It was hard when he looked at me like that.
The silence that followed was deafening as he slowly pulled his shirt from my hand and tossed it on the floor.

His finger brushed lightly over my stomach, then he spread his palm over it.

"I would never ever do anything to jeopardize our marriage. Our family. Miliana, you and this baby, are my everything. Understand?"

I nodded.

He lowered his head and pressed his lips to mine. I pulled away then. I needed a clear head say what needed to be said next.

"You need to fire her, Max." 

He shook his head. "You know I can't do that, beautiful. She was drunk off her ass and I doubt she even remembers what she did. To fire her like that, it could backfire on me." He said tightly.

"Well...Transfer her.  She has to go." I insisted.

He conceded with a nod. "I will pull something together and have her transferred, " he smiled faintly.

Somehow that didn't put my mind at ease. "Hey?" he whispered catching my attention.

"Do you trust me?"

Faithfully I do. But I don't trust her.

I nodded.

"You won't see her again, I promise." His face hardened just before lowering his head and pressing his lips to mine once more. He pulled away and pulled me close for a hug.

I swallowed the lump forming in my throat with the false hope that loomed over us with the nagging sensation that we will never get rid of her either.

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