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"So you think I deserve sex and nothing else like a fucking booty call. That's insane not gonna lie," Khalil said as he stared at Arielle. "I don't even think you deserve that. I have sex with you for my pleasure, not yours." She smarted sipping on her ICEE.
"So you're just never gonna forgive me or take me back?" He questioned raising his eyebrow. "I didn't say that and who said I didn't forgive you?" She responded, "That's how you act." He said simply. "No... if I didn't forgive you I wouldn't even be having this conversation with you. I'm moving like I don't trust you because I don't." She explained, "Ok, take me back and I can earn your trust back then." He offered staring at her to actively read her body language. "I'm telling you now," She paused to take a sip from her drink, "Trying to rush back into things with me while I can't trust you isn't the best idea." She said honestly.
She knew that she would hold him on a short leash if she took him back before she was ready to. She loved him dearly, and she missed the fun and loving relationship with her husband but she didn't wanna do him dirty. It didn't matter how bad he had hurt her. She wasn't one to try and play get back. Karma was far much better at it than she was.
"If I'm gonna agree to work on us we need therapy." She admitted, "I really don't care Ari. I'll even quit my job and hire a manager. I just want you to put this ring back on and claim me as your husband. I promise you that I'll never do no shit like that again." She shook her head. "Don't say it, just do it because you promised not to cheat on me the day we got married and did it anyway." She protested.
She wasn't trying to be mean or smart but it was true and as she said before, she couldn't trust him so moving forward they'd be basing everything off of actions— not words.
Words meant nothing to her, not even I love you until he showed her.
She held her hand out for him to slide her very expensive ring back on. She eyed it hoping that he wouldn't try to buy her trust instead of doing the works.
Only time would tell.
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Khalil kept his word and went to his job and told his employees that he'd no longer be in the office and that he was looking for a manager in case anyone was interested and had the experience. He wasted no time.
Since he had opened the place he was doing piles of paperwork on the daily so that he could be a part of something that be decided to open. He communicated with his members, followed their fitness journeys, he even made up a program so they could make friends from inside the gym all so he could show that he actually cared for the people that made his business go round.
He didn't wanna just open a business then act privileged once it was time to do the work but right now, his marriage was hanging by a thread and that's where all his attention needed to be.
He would still have to show up to work occasionally to pick up paperwork that he could do at home and other small things until he actually found somebody to take his place but Arielle would see the effort and applaud him for it. Raising two kids while trying to keep things fun and spontaneous was already a job on its own but now their marriage was on the rocks so they had another thing to worry about. Not only that, but their life outside of each other didn't stop and wait for anyone.
The world still went round— the fact that theirs wasn't meant nothing to the universe.
After running his few errands, he went and talked with Amere for a few hours to check on him and he was doing better but he still hadn't came to terms with what happened.
Naomi and Nixcia had been going to therapy for close to two months now and they hadn't been opening up at all. Only to their therapist. Outside of therapy they were still the cheerful happy little girls they've always been but you could tell something was off.
Everybody was going through their own shit and waiting for better days.
He made it back home around ten at night.
The girls had already been put to bed and Arielle was up lying in bed staring at the ceiling in nothing but her bra and panties. She had went out earlier in the day and treating herself to a manicure and a pedicure, letting the girls tag along— then they did some shopping and returned home.
She ordered food and put some up for Khalil in the microwave so he could eat when he came back home. She was up stressing herself about his whereabouts because she seriously couldn't trust him. She fought with herself about checking his location but she ended up doing it anyway seeing that he wasn't up to no good. She didn't understand how she would make this work when she would think like this everyday until she could trust him again. She didn't know if it was worth it or not but what she did know is that she loved her husband, and she hoped he loved her just as much to be able to fight for this marriage. He's the only man she's ever loved and despite the way she'd been acting lately, she didn't wanna lose him.
Instead she wanted him to know her worth. That she was worth more than rubies, gold, diamonds and anything else expensive that you could think of. He needed to know that.
Khalil walked past her and went to shower. Arielle got up from her place in the bed taking off her undergarments and followed him into the shower. Their relationship was becoming sex— sex— and more sex, which felt good to the body soul and mind but it was unhealthy because instead of talking, they had sex instead.
He had her pinned against the wall kissing her as their tongues intertwined. He wanted nothing more than to discuss their problems but his body ached for her every time he seen her as did hers.
Before his infidelity, they could hardly ever find the time to fit sex into their schedule— but now it was all they did.
She dropped down to her knees allowing the water to wet her natural hair up completely not caring about having to deal with the aftermath in the morning. She began expertly taking him deep into her throat as he watched her look up at him while doing so. She pulled him out her mouth and kissed the tip shoving him back down her throat. He groaned grabbing her hair fucking her mouth close to releasing. He pumped quickly until he felt himself nut in her mouth.
He took her hand and helped her up, and as she stood, he pushed her gently against the wall and dropped to his knees. He spread her ass cheeks and began to lap at her pussy. He was tongue kissing her love box as she clawed at the wall trying not to cum. He began to fuck her pussy with his fingers as he continued to suck her clit. She began to quiver and gyrate against his mouth and fingers. Her moans got louder and she soaked his face with her juices. He licked her clean and got up kissing her other set of lips.
They washed each others body silently and got out separately to dry off and get dressed for bed.
"I love you pretty girl," Khalil mumbled as they got into bed pulling her into him. "You promise?" She wondered. "I do baby. I'll spend the rest of my days showing you." He said kissing her back. She laid there for a second in silence.
