My Husband and I
Dark Romance ?
Part 3
Episode 35
~ Mary’s POV ~
“Are you okay?” His breath fanned across my face as he continued to rub circles on my arm. He was stroking my skin with his thumb in a soothing manner.
Glancing up my eyes met with his. Abbey’s orbs shone in the room filling with light from the sun. His eyebrows narrowed on me in worry as he watched my every move. The atmosphere between us was light as we cuddled in the early morning. Our naked forms clinging to each other happily.
“Yes, I’m fine,” I told him.
“Are you sure?” He paused.
“Because you’ve been a bit off the past few days. I thought it had to do with you going back to work, but it seems like it’s something else. Am I unaware of something that’s happened?”
For the past few days, Abbey has been taking me to and fro work, though I’ve tried to convince him not to.
Not wanting to trouble him, I repeatedly told him I could take the bus. I even tried to sneak off when he wasn’t looking, but he was insistent that he took me— claiming that he wanted to ensure I was safe had me softening.
Of course, I conceded at his words, but not without feeling guilty. I knew I was becoming a hindrance to Abbey. d@mn, I’ve been here for weeks.
I was surprised he wasn’t tired of me yet.
As for everything else, there were a few concerning things on my mind. I was constantly worrying about my next move. Though Shola’s words cut me the other night, his words leaked a bit of truth.
I couldn’t stay at Abbey’s home forever as much as I wanted. But I didn’t think I’d be returning to my husband anytime soon.
Lately, I’ve been thinking of not going back at all. On the first day of work, I discovered my husband hadn’t stopped by or called to ask about me.
Admittedly, a piece of my heart cracked, but then I steeled my resolve.
Obviously, he didn’t care about me. I knew as much I just didn’t think he’d act this way. Perhaps I was hopeful that he did care about me. That he still loves me. It was wrong to feel so torn when he treated me awfully.
Sure, I hit him once, which was terrible but he’s done much worse to me. So much worse.
I was a foolish woman talking about a man who no longer feels for me while I slept with another man. Despite the old pieces of my heart still loving the man I had married, new pieces were beginning to take place. Shifting inside me as I spent more and more time with Abbey.
Honestly, I knew I was falling in love with him, it’s just that I didn’t want to fall in love with him for the wrong reasons. I never viewed Abbey as a rebound.
Abbey is a man I’ve been blessed to meet and hopefully, loved.
If he asked me to run away with him at this moment, I was sure I would. But another part of me knew that after we figuratively ran, I would possibly change my mind.
Although Abbey was a dream come true, he seems too good to be true. He was the perfect man, sweet, kind, attractive, thoughtful, and segzy.
But what if there was more to him? What if all this was a lie? And if I figuratively ran away with him, would he grow tired of me one day? The way my husband has?
No, no, no, Abbey isn’t like that. It’s just my insecurities, it’s funny how Shola was worried about me throwing away Abbey when in reality it’s the opposite. I was terrified Abbey would want to get rid of me. I didn’t want to lose him. But it’s not like I could voice all my concerns to Abbey. He’d probably look at me differently and try to reassure me.
In turn, making me feel guilty for having such negative thoughts. So with a fake smile planted on my face, I leaned in close and pecked his lips.
“I’m fine,” I said before backing away, but because he gripped me, I didn’t go far. He leaned in this time and captured my lips with his — kissing me sweetly as I opened my mouth and accepted his tongue.
Slowly he pushed me backward until my back met with the bed and with him hovering above me, making out, not minding about our naked forms. The sheet that had covered my Břě@šťs lowered to my stomach, leaving my Ɲīpplës to harden in the cool air as Abbey and I got lost in one another. After a short while, Abbey removed his lips from mine. Both of us were breathing heavily by the time we stopped.
“Mary.”
“Hm?” I hummed, still drunk over our heated lip lock.
“I was thinking we could have a movie night and dinner,” I hummed, shaking my head in agreement. “With Shola,” he added.
My body suddenly tensed up. Not like I disliked Shola, but his words still rang in my ears. Usually, another person’s words don’t bother me, but Shola’s words did. I wasn’t sure why, it left an impact on me.
Clearly, he didn’t like me, and sitting there trying to be normal would be uncomfortable. But as I looked into the eyes of the man I was falling for, I realized I didn’t want to disappoint him. Neither did I want to stir unnecessary drama between the two men. I was only a woman. They were like brothers.
Coming to a decision, I relaxed my body and plastered a small smile on my face.
“Sounds great,” I lied through my teeth.
Though it was worth it when Abbey grinned at me before kissing my lips. Again and again and again until I began to Mõ@ɲ which turned our kisses into caresses. And he lowered his head down beneath the covers and pleasured me with his mouth until we were both ready for him to be inside me.
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The smell of chicken stir reached my nose as I sat on the couch waiting for the whistling man in the kitchen to finish making dinner. Not just for him and me, but also for Shola. The man who was currently sitting across from me clicked through the channels on the TV.
Since he arrived, we’ve hardly said a word to each other, not that I was expecting us to talk.
Honestly, I didn’t mind as it saved me trouble from having a conversation with him. Soon enough, Abbey was done cooking and brought our plates over to us.
One thing I’ve noticed is that he enjoys cooking which was surprising to me because he’s a businessman. I used to think that wealthy businessmen had other people working for them but Abbey was different. No maids, housekeepers, or chefs. He did everything himself. Never mind that after giving Shola and I a plate, he went to get his own.
Once he came back, he snatched the remote from Shola and sat next to me.
“Thank you,” I told him, beginning to eat the food he made. After taking the first bite, all the delicious flavors hit me. God, this man could be a chef.
“Are you sure you never went to culinary school?” I asked jokingly.
Chuckling, he said, “Maybe or maybe not. Now, how about an action movie?”
Not seeing or hearing any protest from Shola or myself, he picked a movie out. When the movie began playing, all of us ate as we watched in silence. The movie Abbey picked turned out to be quite good and was one I had never seen before.
After a while, I noticed the men had finished their food first, and I had a bit more left on my plate. I didn’t think I could finish the rest since my stomach was full. I was not accustomed to the larger portions of food I had been served.
Abbey sighed before shuffling closer to me and bringing his arm around my back. The little gesture warmed my heart and a small smile appeared on my face. I placed my unfinished food on the center table and leaned back on him, getting comfortable.
Inhaling the scent of him as we snuggled together while watching the movie. And when I felt the eyes of Shola on us, I didn’t mind one bit. Too contented to stay where I was.
Before long, the movie had ended and Abbey changed into another. Since there was a sequel to the first movie. As we watched, I barely noticed my eyes beginning to close. Drowsy from the day’s event and already had a full stomach. I tried to keep my eyes open and stay up, but after Abbey pressed a kiss to my temple, I was out like a light.
***
I could hear distant voices arguing back and forth. Though their vocals were hushed, they were beginning to get louder stirring me from my sleepless dream. Blinking my eyes open, I realized I was still on the couch with a blanket covering me
The TV screen in front had a pause icon on it, meaning the men were still watching. They hadn’t just left me alone downstairs.
Lifting the blanket off me, I rose from the couch. I didn’t want to be noisy, but the ride-in voices had reached a louder volume seeming to come from the back of the apartment. I walked towards it creeping forward as I tried to get rid of my sluggishness. The sleepiness I felt was leaving my body as my senses started to focus. Upon reaching the voices of Abbey and Shola, I was about to announce myself, but stopped and hid behind the corner.
“She’s an issue, Abbey,” Shola stressed while Abbey rubbed his face tiredly.
“You can’t be with a married woman.”
They were talking about me? I glanced down at my empty ring finger that I no longer wore.
“She took off her ring,” Abbey said, causing Shola to let out a humorless laugh.
“Ok and? What do you think that means? She’s not going back? That she wants to stay forever?” He gave a dry chuckle.
“She only took it off so you don’t need a reminder she’s going to leave you, Abbey. You two are playing games together in my home…”
“Our home. This place is as much as it is mine.”
“Oh, really?”
Abbey must have nodded at Shola’s words because the next thing I heard him say had my heart pounding.
“Then I want her gone.”
To be continued…
Frank The Writer