Honeymoon confessions

ch. 13

What she was doing was obvious but his body was refusing to respond. He had just had a long night with Michelle and his mind was tired. Again, he had a lot on his mind. Like Michelle's threat to expose them to his wife, or how he was going to keep himself form her, bottom line is, he was stressed out. Unfortunately, Shandell noticed before he had the time up with any ridiculous excuse. "

'Why aren't you responding?" She asked.

Justin now stood, face to face with his wife. The expression she wore didn't necessarily read anger; shock and questionable instead. "It's nothing. I'm just really stressed out." He lied. A smile reappeared on Shandell's face. She wrapped her hands around him once more and said as she raised her head up to him. "Well that's why I'm here..." She kissed him on the lips and continued, "...to help relieve you of the stress." She proceeded to kissing his jaw but after a while, he pulled himself away. "Really, beautiful. I'm tired." He went back to styling his hair.

An unamused laugh left Shandell. He was definitely messing with her. "Come one, babe. Stop playing with me." Once again, she started feeling up on his body and leaving kisses on his back. "No really," He removed himself from her hold and turned to her. "I have a lot on my mind. Maybe next time." He informed before walking out of the bathroom.

Shandell was left alone feeling embarrassed and socked. "Did he just turn me down?" She wonders. The feeling of rejection was somewhat different this time, especially coming from a man you're married to. It was still hard to wrap her head around what just happened, probably because this was a first but what was even more shocking was that it came from a man who was constantly horny. Staring at her reflection, a lot of things run through her mind like: what was going on with him, was he alright, or was she the problem?

The later was pushed aside. She was going to take Nora's advice and think of only the positive. That meant one of the other two were possibly true. Maybe the meeting did not go as planned or he just received some bad news. As she released a sigh, she walked out of the bathroom to meet him laying on his stomach, going through his phone. "Babe, are you okay?" She asked. Justin first turned onto his back, then sat up straight. He was expecting this conversation since he left her alone in the bathroom so had already planned what he was going to say. "Yeah. I just received news that my...my...uh...third cousin had fallen really ill." He lied.

A remorseful expression appeared on her face. "Oh, baby." She sat at the foot of the bed. "When?" She asked.

"I received the call while I was meeting up with my friend."

She sighed. Honestly, she aside this being bad news, she was glad she didn't rush into conclusion. "I'm so sorry." She ended up apologizing.

Justin twisted his lips a bit. His gaze fell on his wife. His conscience became the master once more. It kept pushing shame and regret his way. Shandell didn't deserve what he was serving but pushing Michelle away was harder for him than he expected. After the first time, that was supposed to be it but he allowed the second, and now the third. No one deserved this but he just couldn't stop. He still loved his wife to the extent that the thought of she finding out the truth scared him to the bone. He couldn't lose her. The blessings and emotional stability she brought him travelled beyond what Michelle gave him but Michelle was his first love and their relationship was cut short in the most eccentric way.

That was his excuse; Michelle was his first. Every time he touched, kissed her, the only excuse he used to justify his actions was that she was his first love and indeed she was but how long was he going to be able to have both Michelle, his first love, and Shandell, his wife, the only woman who owned him.