His Wife

Chapter 6

I went straight to the bedroom as the elevator let us off on the floor we would be staying. I had to get away from Daniel. That display in the elevator was more than I could take. I was too caught up in my feelings to not show how much I had fallen in love with him.

I could not deny it any longer. I was head over heels in love with the man I should not be in love with. How darn ironic is that?

I sigh as I walk to the window and stare out at the wide expanse of the town and green lush hills father beyond.

Here I was a few hours married to a man my brother knew nothing of. My coworkers knew but had no idea I had within a few hours of meeting him had the best sex ever and was now carrying his child which ended up in me being his wife.

I knew he had spoken to his mother and brother briefing them on the situation but I was still a stranger. The one woman who had turned up to make their beloved son and brother the mastermind of a farce.

I sigh again and lean my head against the window. I was ready to ask myself a million questions that no answer would ever change, there was no point in that now. What's done is done.

At least my darling child you will know your father unlike my siblings and me. You will know without the benefit of a doubt he loves and wants you enough to make us an integral part of his life.

I hugged my flat stomach and prayed that there would be a happy ending for us, but this circumstance in which I stood seemed dismal.

I turn from the window and stare at the bed and another dismal fact assailed me. 

What would happen when Daniel needed his manly needs to be met? I did not want to think about it. The thought of Daniel with another woman sent daggers into my heart.

I knew he is a virile and healthy man who will very much need to have his sexual needs taken care of, but would or could he put himself on hold to spare me the knowledge of knowing I would never have him in our bed as my husband in every sense of the word? 

He owes you no obligation Les, so why should he? I ask myself.

My mind drifted to when we had pulled up to my house sometime later after we had finally pulled ourselves together and he continued to get me home. 

The rain had become a slight drizzle when I ran from his car and blurted out, "Thanks for a wonderful night" and not waiting for a reply.

I dashed to the verandah where I hurriedly unlocked the door and quickly made it to the window where I watched as he drove away from my house his car lights flashed from the banana trees to the mango trees, then the small hedging of hibiscus flowers that bordered either side of the driveway. I have never felt so happy and scared at the same time.

I was happy with my lips still tingling from our final kiss along with the sensation of our lovemaking still lingering on and in my body, the aftermath of this sweet feeling was mixed with the scary what if's that sure as hell did not prepare me for what was to come.

I was twenty-seven and no innocent. It wasn't like I had never been with a man before but the three lovers that had known me had never made me feel this way. 

I had been cautious then taking all the necessary precautions and ensuring that if things should fall apart I would not be the worse for wear. If only I had done the same thing now as I had done then I wouldn't be a sad wreck when I should be the happiest woman alive.

I walked over to the bed and undid my shoes. I could no longer deprive myself or my baby of getting some nourishment and I really needed to free myself of this bra.

I unbuttoned my dress and unhook my bra when the door opened and my husband now dressed in more business and less formal attire came in with a tray.

"I thought y-----", the words died on his lips as I stood there the upper half of my dress pooled at my waist and my bra almost off.

"Why thanks," I said pretending not to be flustered by the situation we were once again in. "Place it on the dresser," I indicated and continued undressing.

It's not like him neva seit before, I snap at myself. 

Besides it was made very clear by the note that had accompanied the return of my neatly folded dress and underwear by his driver the following afternoon after we had made love in his car, or should I say have sex in his car prove there would be nothing more between us.

It was only our baby that mattered. I look at him wanting an indication that I was wrong, that I too mattered but the tray was quietly placed where I indicated and he left without another word or glance.

If I wasn't so hungry I would have thrown everything on the tray away out of the stupid anger that rise up in me. I however just sat and ate the delicious array of honey drizzled fruits and opted for the water instead of the warm milk.

I waited to see how well my little carry-on would relate to my little brunch as he or she tended to send me throwing up after certain meals.

Minutes passed and it was the sound of my phone ringing that made me realize I had dozed off, rushing from the bed I quickly retrieved it from my bag.

I did not recognize the number as I answered with a hesitant hello.

"Leslie it's me," the familiar sound of my husband said and I returned to the bed and waited for him to speak, silence filling the line for a while.

"I will have to pick you up by the Villa", he said after clearing his throat. "Time is against me as the final meeting started behind schedule. I place your carry all by the bed. In the closet, you'll find the dress for the reception. If there is anything you might want or need Whatsapp me on this number, ok."

"Ok. Yeah," I replied and ended the call with the sound of his husky voice still in my ears and the caring way in which he spoke was too much to bear.

I quickly saved the number realizing I did not have any personal number for him.  The dreaded day I had called him about the news of my pregnancy. It had been at his office and I had retrieved it through the school's secretary.

The various other times we communicated were via email. I sat and did something foolish, I saved him as Husband 😍. I needed to get a hold of myself.

I reached to place my phone on the dresser only to suddenly realize that the first tray was missing and another bottle of water with an ample slice of bread pudding awaited me instead.

Had Daniel done this before he left?
I only hoped so, knowing that some strange worker from the villa came in with the tray as I was fast asleep in nothing but my panty and stocking was one less embarrassment I could take.

However, there was no use debating on that now. I had one last thing to do, and that was get ready for the reception. After it was over I would be heading back home to my own life, my little world with nothing but a name and a contract.

I need to put Julian Daniel Myers at the back of my head, but some things would always be easier said than done.

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