☕Physical

{4}Foolish

☕Chapter 4☕
Foolish

    The first two and a half years was amazing for them. But going in further, Amari was promoted to CEO once his father died and things started to go downhill. He became so caught up in work that he was hardly at home, forgot plans him and his wife made, and sometimes even in the middle of making love he gets phonecalls and just up and leaves.

To cope with the neglect, Sonia lay on her bed hugging her pillow, listening to sad love songs from Ashanti, Mary J. Blige and Ella Mai. And the continuous and thorough neglect went on for so long until she couldn't take it.

At 10:55pm, Sonia sat in the dimmed livingroom reading Idiot by Laura Clery under the lamp next to the couch as Alexa played Foolish by Ashanti. She heard the engine outside and sighed heavily.
Then the living room lights turned on once he entered. "Oh, Hey Sonia." He was almost suprised to see her there, she usually is in bed at these hours.

"Hey." She turned off Alexa and placed her book on the coffee table.
"How come you aren't in bed?" He loosened his tie and took off his jacket.
"I'm not allowed to work and now I'm supposed to have a bedtime curfew too? Wow, you must be a pedophile if you're married to me, who's apparently a child."
"Wait, where is all this coming from?"

"It's coming from a wife who needs attention, Amari Aleem Anwar."
Now he was just looking at her like she's crazy, "Sonia are you alright? Seeing your period, perhaps?"
He was lucky the book wasn't within her arm's reach, cause she would've thrown it so hard that the title IDIOT would be marked across his face. "So you're blaming my menstruation for your absence in my life? And no, I've already seen it for this month."

"I don't understand, what's with you? Why are you acting like this?"
"Because I'm lonely!When was the last time we had uninterrupted sex, Amari? Keyword: Uninterrupted."
"Sonia, you know everything you want I–"

"I'm not talking about money, I don't give a fuck about your money!" She kicked over the coffee table in a rage, "I want your time, Amari, that's what I want. I want to wake up every morning with your arms around me, I want to make love, I want babies."
"You know with this new promotion I–"

"You don't think I know?! All I do up in here is cook, clean and wash your goddamn clothes. If that's all you wanted you should've hired a housewife and not marry me–"
"God damn it, Sonia!" He threw a vase, Sonia barely missed when she ducked.
She got up and looked at the debris he caused then looked back at Amari, "And that is my cue to leave." She stormed upstairs and into her walk-in closet.

She pulled out a duffel bag and packed in random things, all the Gucci and Chanel could stay all she wanted was to leave.
"Sonia, where to you think you're going?" He stood at the door.
"Away from you, goodbye." She pushed her way out and was strutting towards the door.

"You're not leaving." He snatched her by her arm, the roughness made her drop the bag.
"No, let me go! I'm leaving you!" She kept shoving and hitting him on his chest in a desperate attempt to break free.
Amari subdued her on the bed, having her hands pinned above her head.
"Let me go, get off me! I hate you."
"You don't mean that, you don't mean that Sonia." He spoke in a soft tone in an effort to calm her.
"Just get off me.. Get off." Her shouts turned in to pleads, and then she cried.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry okay?" He rested his forehead on hers.
"Work's been really busy, but I promise to make more time for you."
She was about to protest but he tried to silence her with light pecks on her lips. He left kisses down her neck and settled at her chest, earning him a few whimpers.

Just like any other man, he used sex to make her shut up and get his way out of things. And like any other woman, she fell for it every single time.

[A/N: Ladies if you're in a relationship like this and you cheat, I ain't mad😂🙄🙈🙉🙊]