Open Marriage [PUBLISHED]

CHAPTER SEVEN: YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND

IVY'S POINT OF VIEW

"No." We are taking a look at our old high school mates Instagram photos while cuddling under a big blanket, in front of a fireplace.

Romantic right?

"So Skylar is still dating that Stacey girl." I looked up at my husband in dismay.

"W-what are you saying, they are sisters." It is almost like he didn't go to the same school as me.

"And they are dating?" I laughed as my husband exclaims.

"They are not, moron." I laughed out loud again.

"I must've gotten the wrong information." As always.

"You know what, I miss this. I miss us." I smiled.

"Me too." I snuggled up to my boo and placed my lips on his, just then I heard his phone ring.

Worst timing.

I groaned as he withdraws, with my epic side-eye, I caught the name "Gym".

Gym bitch/ lobby bitch.

I think they are one and the same, my husband has been going to the gym a lot these past few days.

Cole never gyms.

I saw the gym trainer yesterday and if she's the one my husband is currently smashing, I am going to have a big problem.

Huge one.

Don't get me wrong, her silicon ass which she makes everyone believe she gets through hard work in the gym as nothing on me, or the watermelon-sized boobs that make her look like she just came back from a bad surgery or her face that...

Okay fine, I am insecure.

"You not gonna answer that ?" I watched my husband cut off the call.

"Nah." He faces me with one of his cutest smiles.

"You know I have noticed you go to the gym a lot these past few days..." I trailed trying to get words out of his mouth.

"Yeah, I realized that I really needed to work out, you know?" I just nodded.

I don't know shit.

"It is actually fun when you get to the stage where you don't even know whether you are sweating or crying." Cole jokes and a passive laugh was my response.

"And our trainer is really..." I interrupted him.

"Curvy," I said with so much spite.

"I was going to say good." The phone rings again more annoying than the former.

Speak of the devil.

"You know what, you should pick it." I rolled my eyes, my husband didn't even insist he won't, he answered the call and he got out of our blanket and walked into the bathroom.

Stupid gym bitch.

You know what Wilder is right, I shouldn't sit this open marriage out, I should have fun. So what if I had a rough start, I can bounce right back.

I picked up my phone and dialled Wilder's number which I got from the card he dropped last time.

"I knew you would call." His deep voice came sent shivers to my spine.

Wait, how did he know it was me?

"I need you." Now saying it, it sounds wrong. I should have said I need your help.

"Well, you know where to find me."

"No, I don't."

"I am a room away from yours." Wait a minute, he is that close?