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Lexia knew that she would chastise herself later for being so weak in front of him, not meaning to break down and cry in the way that was doing now. She wanted to put on a show so that he didn’t think that anything was wrong with her so that he didn’t have to worry and so he could focus on the restaurant where he truly wanted to be. She had averted her eyes from his now, not wanting to look at him, assuming that he would be feeling frustrated or angry about the fact that she was crying over such things. However, he surprised her a little, reaching out gently to tilt her face so that she couldn’t avoid looking at him anymore. Even hearing him reaffirm that he didn’t harbour such ill feelings towards her seemed to offer her relief, but her tears only continued, unable to stop them even if she wanted to. That was what she had needed to hear for so long, but she had been so scared to ask him in case the answer had been what she feared.
It was obvious that he had been blind to whatever problems had wormed their way into their marriage, it was why she imagined that he was having an affair in the first place, always seeming so defensive and quick to deny that anything was wrong at all. James threw himself into work and drank to help with such denial where Lexia was forced to live with it and face it alone since he never seemed to want to talk to her about their loss or their marriage. He never seemed to have any time for anything besides work and she accepted that just so that she could stay with him, but then that’s where her denial came in. How could they truly stay together if she was unhappy? By avoiding their problems, they were both edging closer to the end of their relationship and now in her emotional state, she just needed to know if it was something she could fix or if she needed to walk away, which would break her heart entirely.
The closeness seemed to suggest otherwise though. The way he held her tenderly as though it was a promise that all things were not broken. [b “When we were married, I promised that I would take you in strength and in weakness. I am your wife James, you should feel safe to be weak with me. We [I both] lost something so very precious to us and…all this time I thought that you blamed me and that was why you put this distance between us. We should be able to lean on each other.”] Just hearing him promise to try and make things better was all she needed. Wiping at her eyes again she nodded and kissed hm in return.
[b “I really don’t need a party James. I just need you. Be with me when we have appointments at the hospital and share in my excitement [I and] my sorrow. We are in this together.”]
It was true, he had not touched the female much the same as he usually did, but it had nothing to do with physical appearance. Lexia had and would always remain beautiful to him. He scratched at his hair, watching her as she spoke, his heart tightening more and more with each word she said.
“Hey,” he said as he reached forward then, his hands gripping her chin so she could face him. “I could never hate you, don’t say anything like that.” James leaned forward kissing her lips. He hated that this was how she felt. He hated that it took him this long to even bother asking her, knowing he had tried his hardest to avoid the situation entirely especially with his temperament. “I just – I don’t like people prying int our relationship ‘s all. I didn’t think things were as bad,” he admitted, though a small part of him knew that they were. Why else would he be sleeping with Gianna? And of course, the couple hadn’t even properly grieved for the child they lost.
After that James had lost himself in work, using alcohol to erase the pain, always yelling – afraid to seem weak in front of his wife. He felt it was more important to just keep moving and maybe it would help to erase what was wrong, the blemish of their marriage. Though ignoring the feelings only seemed to make the situation worse. “You’re not doing anything wrong Lexia, you’re perfect.” His thumb grazed over her lips, hand slinking up to cup her smooth cheek. James drew her closer then, his arm now around her waist, her small but present stomach pressing against his. They were still nude, flesh to flesh in bed and probably the closest they had been in the last few months.
“It’s just me,“ he promised, “I’m just dealing with a lot and I want – I want to be strong for you. I want you to have everything.” He had admitted this in a soft whisper. “Don’t ever doubt my love for you, you are my everything. You can never do any wrong, I promise you. I will try, I don’t want you feeling alone.” He kissed her again then, and it became so clear he had to end his relationship with Gianna or else he would lose Lexia, already she felt distanced from him – what if she felt so distant she wanted a divorce? He couldn’t lose her.
“We can do whatever you want, I really do want you to have the party – you give me too much, I want you to have your moment.”
The second she had told him that she had missed him, she wished she hadn’t said it, instantly feeling guilty about making him feel bad when that hadn’t been her intention. She had missed being intimate with him and feeling close to him in the way that she had throughout their entire relationship. Lexia just didn’t want to feel like something was off anymore, like he was putting all of his attention in to something else…into [I someone] else. Lexia sighed softly, [b “I know. I just missed being with you like that.”] She hadn’t just missed it. Lexia had thought that perhaps he was no longer attracted to her since she had started to show and her thoughts had gone to dark places, thinking that he was perhaps getting what he needed elsewhere so he simply didn’t need it from her.
She smiled softly as he kissed the nape of her neck and she watched as he moved himself to lie beside her. Lexia didn’t know how to tell him how she felt without making him feel angry. Sometimes she didn’t know how to phrase things properly and it would make him angry and then the shouting would start. So, she had started to learn that some things were better left unsaid. She could be second best to his restaurant if that’s what he needed but it would completely break her heart if she had pushed him to an affair, to know that she was the reason he had found comfort in Gianna’s arms instead of her own.
Lexia could almost feel how serious he was then as he reached over to place a hand on her swollen stomach. As he continued to speak she could feel the tears begin to build up. It was something she could hardly control with her pregnancy hormones so she was helpless to the free flow of tears from her eyes. [b “I just…feel like I’m losing you. I don’t want you to hate me James. I couldn’t bear it if you hated me.”] She sighed and reached up to wipe at the tears beginning to fall from her eyes. [b “And I know that the party was something of an inconvenience to you and how pissed off you seemed earlier when I mentioned counselling and I don’t want to push you away from me anymore than I already have.”] She frowned then. [b “Can you just tell me what I’ve done wrong so I can try to fix it? I have to fix it…”]
He smiled sheepishly at the woman, glad to hear that she was fine as he had been a bit rougher than usual. He responded to Lexia’s kiss eagerly, looking into her eyes as she professed her feelings. “What do you mean by that?” He asked the woman. True, he wasn’t around as much, but he was there. Her words seemed more to indicate the emotional presence of James rather than physical. He feared she knew of his affair, is that why she had demanded he touch her. True, he hadn’t had sex with Lexia for a while now and mostly because he had been fulfilling the physical need with Gianna. “I’m right here,” he said then, kissing her neck. “I’ll always be here.” He carefully went from hovering over the woman to laying on his side of the bed, trying to regain his breathing still as he had worked himself up quite a bit with Lexia.
“Why don’t you want to go to counselling now? Why don’t you want to have a party for the baby?” He asked her then, eyes staring up at the ceiling.
After sex, of course it was hard for the man to get any further riled up, his voice was even then – not loud or laced with anger as most of their conversations went. He knew there was something behind why Lexia was acting the way she was. He didn’t want her to retreat from him, didn’t want this marriage to be all about what he wanted and what made him happy. Despite his affair, he loved Lexia and refused to have her feel like she was second best in his life. His restaurant was his pride and joy, but Lexia had been there before the restaurant. They had put both of their money into it, she had been there for him during the long nights of planning and the building, all the successes and failure Lexia had been there. She would always come first, which he could tell she didn’t believe or feel like. He needed to try harder, for the sake of their son, he had to. He reached over and placed his hand against her stomach, serious then as he watched Lexia carefully, his eyes never leaving hers.
“I know I get angry,” he said softly, ashamed then. “I’m sorry, I know I’m sorry a lot – I just – I don’t want you to ever feel like you can’t talk to me Lex. I’m really trying to be the best husband, father I can for you. I don’t want you to feel alone, I don’t want you to [I miss] me.”
Lexia hoped that once the two reunited their bodies, they would rekindle the passion and the love that had seemed so far away from them. No matter how much she kept telling herself that it was all in her head, she couldn’t keep pretending that there was nothing going on because there was but she didn’t want to think about it now. She wanted to be with her husband in the way that they had been together when they had conceived their child but ever since then, something had been off. That would be corrected tonight, for that she was sure.
Her lips parted to speak but he claimed her lips with his own, cutting off any sound beside the moans of pleasure that arose from within her. From that moment on, James seemed to worship every part of her body, not really allowing her to chance to offer him pleasure. If she had the brain power to think this through, it might have felt as though he was overcompensating but she was unable to think of anything besides the feel of his lips against her skin and his hands running across her body. It was intoxicating and for the time they spent together, she was no longer feeling anxious about the distance between them, nor was she thinking about her suspicion of his affair.
He moved away from her lips and she worked to shed her body of the clothes that would act as a barrier to their lovemaking and before she could do anything else he was exploring her in a new way, tasting the depths of her desire causing moans to escape into the air as she gripped her headboard of the bed in an attempt to steady herself. Had he continued with such an action she would have reached her climax all too quickly but he shifting gears, deciding to take her for himself and her back arched as he moved deep within her. She moved her hands to close around his neck, wanting to hold him and feel him close to her.
[b “James...”] Her tone was seductive and told of the pleasure that she felt with every thrust and every touch. The two moved with each other in a way that two lovers who knew each other perfectly would. He knew exactly how to make her crazy and she knew they same about him and more than anything she trusted him more than she had every trusted anyone. She allowed him to move her to whatever position her wanted her in, allowing him to take whatever he needed from this encounter as the pleasure began to build within her, feeling almost like pressure waiting to burst.
[b “I love you.”] Lexia wasn’t sure how many times they exchanged those words but it was as though they were both trying to remind each other of their feelings, like it had completely fallen away from their relationship before now. However, it was not the declarations of love that finally caused that pressure to release in the form of an orgasm. It was the way he growled, almost animal like, against her lips in his own climax. Her breathing became heavier and her moans louder until the two were eventually spent.
Lexia smiled towards him and took ahold of his hand and nodded her head. [b “Of course. I’m fine. That was... wow.”] She chuckled and kissed him passionately as if to reaffirm her words. [b “I really have missed you James.”]
James’ hand wiggled against the woman’s warmth, digits exploring her regions and a smile playing on his lips at how she reacted against his touch. He was caught between pain and pleasure when she spoke. “I’ve missed you too,” he moaned out, feeling how she gripped him. He leaned forward to kiss her then, fearing if they spoke any longer he would confess his sins against their marriage and ruin the mood. For now, there was just them – him and Lexia. He never wanted her to think she wasn’t enough, she was more than enough – she was everything.
The night was definitely filled of most passion than the last few months had been. James had held the woman close, kissing at any available amount of space he could find: her neck, her collarbone, her stomach. He’d wanted to take his time with her, wanted to show how much he cared about the female. He’d hushed her, knowing that Lexia would want to satisfy him, but his main concern was making her feel wanted.
He’d kissed against her abdomen, lingering at her thighs, his hand still there sensing the desire the woman had for him. James had explored the regions then with his tongue, readying her for a night of passion. How could he have denied her of pleasure? Why was he so afraid to face his demons, his fears after the miscarriage, allowing himself to fall weak into the hands of Gianna. He pushed the woman out of his mind though, now focusing on Lexia.
The desire to satisfy the woman became too much, listening to her moans of wanting. He’d finally decided to have her, placing himself into her, his forehead pressed against the female’s. He kissed her, hoping his love for her was evident through the way he hungrily held her close, the maddening thrusts of his hips. He was lost then, wanting to feel Lexia so close, deepening with each entry into her, hands running over the smooth skin of her breasts and bottom, wanting to consume the female in whole. Wanting her in any way and position he could have her.
“I love you,” he promised with each buckle of his hips, sweat dripping down his face, the bed rocking at the shaking of their lovemaking, the headboard hitting the wall. “I love you,” he said again, hoping to solidify his words so she would have no need to doubt him. A growl amongst his lips, vibrating against Lexia’s lips as he kissed her, tugging lightly on her bottom lip until another growl escaped. He had finally reached the climax of the intimate session, gripping Lexia’s thighs, her on her side then and his head tipping back at the feeling of release. It was a needy sense of sex between the two, the most passion since their honeymoon maybe. Spent, he breathed hard, his body deflating from pleasure and relaxing from the release. He’d removed himself then, leaning over to kiss the woman on her cheek, her forehead, and finally her lips. “You’re okay yeah?” He said, hoping he hadn’t been too rough with the female.
Lexia knew that there must have been a reason why they were not being intimate. She just thought that after losing their first child, he was just scared that he might be able to hurt their child somehow but that wouldn’t happen and that would have been an irrational reason to avoid being intimate with her. She didn’t know that part of the reason they hadn’t been intimate was because he was getting it somewhere else, from a woman who they both knew. That was the last thing she wanted to think about now. She just wanted to connect with her husband more than anything else.
She smiled playfully when he helped guide her hand and even when he turned to face her, she kept his hand trained on him, showing him that she wanted him as much as she said she did. Things progressed quickly from there. Her breathing becoming heavier as he lay her on her back and allowed his lips to graze hers, her tongue dancing with his showing how much she needed this. She had missed this, and she hoped that a moment of intimacy would help repair at least one aspect of their crumbling relationship. Her eyes closed and a sigh of pleasure escaped her as his hands trailed up her pyjama shirt. She wanted to take it off, take off his clothes and just be with him but he would let him set the pace.
Now she forced her eyes open, watching him as he looked over her face and explored her body with his hands. He had always been so attentive in this respect and he drove her crazy. Her back arched when he lowered his hand, her breath catching in her throat as she dipped her hand into his shorts. [b “I love you too.”] She said, not once allowing her eyes to fall from his. This was the intimacy that they had been missing and she knew that they would connect in way that they hadn’t for a while and that feeling overwhelmed her. [b “I’ve missed you so much.”]
James could feel Lexia close against his back, her hands roaming down his chest. She was warm, her breast soft even through the pajamas she wore. Her breath tickled his ear, eyes closing at how good her touch felt. He knew people did have sex when pregnant, but he just worried. He thought of everything as a threat to the life of his child.
“I know that Lex, just-“ he sighed out in pleasure then, not able to finish his statement. He had neglected the female, a woman who didn’t even know that he was having sex with their old friend Gianna, how he had sex with the woman twice that day. Biting down on his lip, he knew if he denied Lexia it would make her feel bad. He didn’t want her to think that he had no love for her, that their physical connection was broken. He knew how important it was to be intimate with your partner. James’ hand reached for the woman’s, guiding them lower to aid in getting him ready for her. “Lexia,” he said softly. He turned then, facing the woman now with narrowed eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. His hand now cupped her face, James pressing his lips to hers needy and desperate, his wanting evident in his shorts. He laid the woman there on her back, his other hand cradling the woman as he hovered over her, kissing her deeper, his tongue playing with hers. He pulled away then, nuzzling his nose against her neck, , hands playing with her hair, his free hand pressed light against her belly. It laid there lightly before trifling up her shirt. It was true, he had denied him of the lovely woman. Lexia was beautiful, a passionate lover and much more different than his sex with Gianna. He pulled back then, looking down at the woman, his hand kneading her soft breasts. She wanted him, all of him the good and the bad.
“I love you,” he whispered, hands creeping between her legs. James eager and wanting had dove into the woman. Of course, the feeling of being close to Lexia made him more than excited, reminded him why he fell in love with the woman other than for her striking personality. She was warm, small in his hands there and the way she watched him was maddening.
The last thing Lexia wanted was a party just because James felt guilty about it. It wouldn’t be fun for either of them if it was a forced situation so she would prefer to forget about it and move on. Maybe if she didn’t mention it again after tonight the idea would fall out of his mind once he became distracted with work. At the end of the day, their son was important, a party wasn’t and she would be happy as long everything was okay with their child and right now everything seemed perfectly fine. She smiled to herself when she saw how relieved James appeared to be at the fact she hadn’t had any dizziness that day. If her answer had been different she wondered what his reaction would be. Would he get angry or demand that she stayed on strict bed rest?
Lexia smiled against his lips as he leaned in to kiss her. [b “That’s not true. The restaurant is all yours. Whatever money was put into that place was our money but it’s success is down to you.”] The way he kissed her now forced those butterflies to burst into life and she moaned quietly as he teased her lip. It had been a long time since the two had shared in each other and she wondered whether that spell was coming to an end with the way he drew her close. Lexia chuckled as he caressed her gently and she locked her eyes with his as he spoke. However, before she knew it he was turning away from her and suggesting that they should sleep.
She remained where she was for a minute and then she braved moving closer to him, wrapping her arms around him and running her teeth over his ear as she ran her hands down his torso. [b “You don’t have to wait.”] She said whispering into his ear as she started to take his lobe between her teeth gently. [b “Plenty of people have sex while they are carrying a baby. I want you James.”]
The way Lexia described the olives would have anyone believing she had tried chocolate for the first time. He shook his head playfully then, turning on his side to watch the female, head propped by his arm bent at the elbow. He frowned then, not sure why now she didn’t want the very thing she had asked of him.
“Lexia when I married you I promised to give you whatever you wanted,” he said then. “This is important, this child you know. You deserve a party.” They hadn’t even had a proper babyshower for the female, seeing how he was out of town on business. He knew his mother eventually would start bugging him and claiming they were keeping her out of the loop on her grandchild.” Admittedly, though, the male was fine with not going to the counselling. He’d seen how desperate Lexia was though, knew there was something she hadn’t the courage to face him directly and wanted someone else there maybe. He sighed out, not sure whether to push that or leave the conversation alone.
“If, you change your mins,” he started slowly, “I’ll comply.” He would probably regret the words, but for now he was trying to do everything to make her happy, maybe to absolve the reality that his affair with Gianna was getting a bit serious. That would make him start to feel guilty and he feared what was to come if he ended things? Would she take to it kindly, or being bitter would she confess to Lexia. That could ruin everything. A grin spread across his face, him leaning over now to kiss her lips. He was glad to hear she was doing better, a sigh of release being let out. The restaurant was improving, which meant he would become busier. This was life though, managing to juggle all aspects: marriage, a child, and still time for himself. Time for himself that didn’t involve Gianna. “Thanks Lex, though you know I couldn’t have done it without you by my side.” He drew her in again, his lips befalling against hers, desire building as his tongue curved over the bottom of her lip. He gently tugged on her bottom lip as he pulled away.
“You know I cant for the little bugger to be out, give me a chance to have you again,” he said in a low sultry voiced, hands curving against her back and toward her bottom. He kissed her forehead, he did miss her. He felt bad even more then, the beautiful redhead their at his side, so desperate to make him happy, pregnant with his child and he was gallavating with Gianna. “C’mon, let’s get some sleep.” He had said with another kiss, yawning as he was very tired from the day. His hand brushed over his neck again, before he’d turned to fall asleep. His back to her, finding it hard to face her directly now.
James was probably ignorant to the fact that she had gone to the store at this time of night to satisfy her cravings but he seemed to find it comical that she was eating the olives right out of the jar. Regardless of the fact that he pressed a kiss to her forehead, she could see the surprise in his eyes at the fact that she was still awake. Was it surprise or disappointment? She wasn’t completely sure.
[b “I was asleep and then I woke up because I couldn’t stop thinking about olives. Cravings are weird!”] She said as she popped another one in her mouth, closing her eyes and making a sound of pleasure as she did. [b “But they are sooooo good.”] Lexia continued to devour the olives as James spoke and she frowned a little before he turned to face her and started to progress towards her. Now she could see the mark upon his neck and she wanted so badly to call him out but a part of her just wanted to avoid arguing. She was imagining things. Lexia kept telling herself that. Maybe it was a burn or a rash.
Lexia cleared her throat and smiled as he placed his arms around her, trying to force her eyes to stop looking at the mark upon his neck. [b “I... I already cancelled it. You said that you wouldn’t be able to find the time to do it and I didn’t want to have a party without you there so I...”] She sighed a little and then shook her head. Everything she ever did was to please him, even if it was something that left her lacking or unhappy. Lexia was the kind of person that would do anything for the ones she loved and she sometimes wished the same from him but his restaurant was important and it was popular and she would be damned if she didn’t support him on that. [b “It’s okay. I don’t need a gender reveal party.”] She smiled a little and popped another olive in her mouth.
[b “We don’t have to go to counselling either. It’s just something else that will take up your time and you should be at the restaurant, not doing pointless things because I suggested it.”] She followed him to the bed and placed the jar on her bedside table before climbing into it beside him. [b “I’m fine. I’ve not been dizzy at all today. Tired though. I fell asleep at 7:00pm. Probably explains why I am awake now though! How was your day? The restaurant is looking really busy. I’m proud of you James. You are really making this place work.”]
The woman had surprised him, James coming out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist. She was eating olives, straight out of the jar, justifying it as a craving. He smiled, a soft chuckled escaping his lips. He hadn’t expected her to be awake to be honest, thinking to the mark that graced his neck.
“I thought you’d be sleep,” he said to her with a smile, walking toward the female to give her a kiss on her forehead. James had started then for the dresser to find a pair of shorts to put on. James threw on a shirt, knowing this was a very rare night in which they were both awake at the same time, him usually coming in late.
“So,” he finally said, his back to her. “I was thinking – mean I know I said I didn’t want the gender reveal party, but I think it could be nice.” He cleared his throat some, heading toward her with a smile, trying to distract her with conversation. He wrapped his arms around her waist the distance between them only thanks to the baby bump. He knew that Lexia was trying not to bring up the earlier conversation about going to counselling so as probably not to anger him. James was trying to distract from himself though.
“I was thinking too, I mean I thought it over and if you really want to go to counselling, we can.” James smiled smally then, looking down at the woman. He was trying to make things work and to distract her from Gianna’s incompetence. He had noticed though that lately she was becoming more demanding of his time. He hoped she knew that they weren’t ever going to be anything. He was loyal to Lexia, well – his loyalty eventually would lie with the woman.
“How have you been feeling? Dizzy or anything?” he asked, kissing her forehead before starting for the bed.
It wasn’t that Lexia didn’t like Gianna but there was something about her that put her on edge. Perhaps it was the way she saw her looking at James as though he belonged to her. Of course she didn’t want to think about him having an affair but she had no doubt in her mind that Gianna wanted James for herself. For now she had to focus on pushing that thought from her mind because she didn’t exactly want to be thinking about Gianna’s hands on her husband.
The baby kicked at her stomach gently and she smiled to herself a little as she ran her hand over where he moved. It was unlike anything else she had every experienced, feeling life inside her and feeling the intense love that she already had for her son. There was nothing in this world that could take that feeling away from her and it was enough to distract her from the thoughts that she had about her husband with another woman. Lexia looked up, keeping her hand in place when Gianna suggested that the two should get together. She tried to hide the fact that she wasn’t a huge fan of the idea, especially considering the thoughts that had passed through her mind but she allowed the smile to remain upon her face.
[b “I really don’t mind being in the house. You must not forget that it is also my place of work and James is hardly around enough to stop me.”] She shouldn’t have said the final words. It was far too personal and she had not intended to let anyone know that there were clearly problems in their marriage. She wanted to make up an excuse but none would come and instead she found herself nodding and waving goodbye to the woman as she climbed into the driver’s seat. Her hands rested on the steering wheel for a moment as her eyes glanced towards the restaurant seeing how James seemed to follow wherever Gianna was going. [b “You are imagining things Lexia. Stop it.”]
When she arrived home she spent most afternoon working on pieces of jewellery before taking a break to make something for dinner, ensuring that there was enough left over for James if he wanted it, if he didn’t at least she could heat it up for her lunch the next day. After working for several more hours she found herself falling into bed early and falling asleep in exhaustion. It wasn’t James who woke her up, it was far too early for him to be home from work, but rather the annoyance of a craving came over her, waking her up with the needed for olives. [b “Why olives?”] She asked herself as she climbed out of bed to have a look in the fridge. It wasn’t exactly a good that they would normally keep in the house and when she found their absence she sighed out in frustration. Checking the clock she noticed that it was quarter to midnight and she didn’t want to text James to get Gianna to take him to a store so she grabbed her coat and head out to the car, driving to a twenty-four hour grocery store. She wore her pyjamas but she didn’t care all that much because there wouldn’t be many others around, in fact, she found it rather comical when she bumped into another woman in pyjamas.
[i “Pregnancy cravings?”] She asked and Lexia nodded. [i “Me too, although I’m not as far along as you are I see.”] It was a short exchange and she watched as the woman picked up a bag of salted crisps and waved towards her. She was on the hunt to olives then and she found a jar of them not too far from the pickles. Lexia held the jar close to her and went to the till to pay before climbing back in the car and heading home. Pulling up she noticed that the bedroom light was on so she assumed that James was home. He was earlier than usual. She got herself a utensil from the kitchen and made her way upstairs to the bedroom holding out the jar of olives as if to explain her absence.
Gianna tried her hardest not to think about Mark and here was Lexia bringing the male up, of course not in malice as she didn’t know that she had broken up with the male. It had occurred to her that the banker was no exactly the man she wanted, he was too uptight and much too controlling. She wanted someone wild, someone that ignited a fire in her with just a look. James had did that to her. For the most part, she didn’t know whether or not he had any actual feelings for her, for the most part their relationship had been purely sexual.
Hell, she had attended their wedding, had assisted in the catering, and yes there was something about this engagement that made Gianna’s stomach turn in guilt.
“Hey,” she finally said, “I was thinking that maybe we could get together. You know a little girls day? I bet you’ve been cooped in the house, James trying his hardest to not let you do anything?” She laughed halfheartedly. In her mind, she considered to pick Lexia’s brain, see if maybe the woman had any idea that her husband was engaging in extra marital affairs. Tucking a rebellious strand of hair behind her ear, she turned back to see the restaurant getting busier. “I’m not taking no for an answer and don’t worry, James will say yes. Have a safe trip back Lexia,” she said finally before coming to a stand and heading toward the entrance. Lexia was a sweet girl and it did pain her so to do what she did, but there was something about James that connected the two she felt beyond sex. Soon enough, she would finally confess to James that she had did what she tried her hardest not to – fall in love with him.
The male was inside the kitchen, directing orders – barking at them more likely. His mood softened some though when he saw her, a smirk playing at his lips.
[I Office], she had mouthed, her head nodding toward his office. James headed toward the office without a second thought, Gianna already removing the clothing she wore. James closed the door behind them, locking the door.
“So,” she finally said, “Tell me if it looks better in person?”
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James had closed the restaurant, Gianna close to his side, their lips entangled. He’d pressed against her on her car, his hands barely able to contain themselves as they traveled up her shirt. It had been a bad idea for him catch a ride with her, but at this moment he could care less. All he could think of was how smooth her skin was beneath his hands, wanting her much the same as he had her earlier in his office; her legs wrapped around his, his neck sticky with her kisses. Both of them gyrating together, so much passion only intensifying with the struggle of keeping quiet.
She was nibbling harshly at his neck then, her lips suckling him.
“Gianna,” he said, pushing the woman away, a shy sense of anger. “You know better,” he said as he rubbed his neck. The woman pouted.
“Stay with me tonight?” she asked of him. He sighed and shook his head.
“You know I cant.” James grabbed her again, kissing her lips. “C’mon, let’s go.” They’d entered the car, James checking his neck to find the faint sign of a hicking red against his skin on his shoulder. [I Fuck]. He’d contained his frustration, kissing the woman goodbye when they arrived and entering the home. It was at least midnight, which was pretty early for him to arrive. James entered the home in silence, heading upstairs to shower, try to erase the woman’s scent. He wondered if Lexia slept, probably had dinner waiting for him – despite being pregnant and he a chef, he loved her cooking, his own comfort food. Entering the room, he began to strip his clothing.
There was no hiding the fear she felt by simply suggesting the idea of seeing someone. Perhaps he needed to hear this though because she hadn’t said this was how she felt. Even if he was against the idea of seeing someone together, she was already thinking about the potential of just seeing someone alone for her own well-being. Perhaps everything that was breaking down on their relationship was her fault and seeing someone might help her see what she was doing wrong and help her heal from the loss of their child so she could really focus on their son.
James couldn’t possibly know how much each argument they had affected her and how every time he took his angry out on her she was beginning to hide her feelings just so she could try to keep a harmony at home. Regardless of what he was saying no, she knew that his answer was no and if they did start talking about this at home, it would just fall into another argument so she decided right there that she would put the idea to the side and she wouldn’t bring it up again.
Lexia glanced up and saw Gianna walking towards the car so she wiped at her eyes because she figured that Gianna would want to talk to her before she drove home. She cleared her throat when James climbed out of the car and she glanced at her reflection in the mirror. [b “Get it together Lexia.”] She said just before James opened her door and she climbed out of the car, painting on the smile she had learned to wear in public. She smiled and waved towards Gianna as started to look at her stomach and she let James reply.
[b “Gender reveal party?”] Her tone echoed the confusion she felt. They have had this discussion before and she had thought that he said that he wasn’t interested in having a party. [b “I thought you said...”] Lexia drowned momentarily and sighed. This wasn’t a conversation they should have in front of Gianna. He had said that work was too busy for him to be able to take some time off for a party so she had cancelled everything. Then he was announcing that she was leaving so she nodded. She held on to his hand tightly as they shared a kiss and she allowed her forehead to rest against for a moment afterwards. [b “I love you too.”] But did he really love her? He was leaving her quickly and just as she was about to climb into the drivers seat of the car, Gianna started to talk to her, clearly wanting to catch up.
The way she said her final word, made her stomach turn. What exactly did she mean by that? [b “Oh I know, it’s okay. I know the restaurant is pretty slammed at the minute.”] Lexia smiled towards her. [b “It’s been a while though, you are right about that. How are you doing? Did you end up breaking things odd with Mark in the end?”]
[i “Oh Mark is history! I have myself someone better now and honestly...”] she moved forward and lowered her voice, [i “...the sex is amazing.”] Lexia chuckled, trying to hide her discomfort.
[b “Well then I’m happy for you. You deserved way better than him.”]
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