Filed to story: When His Wife Can’t Forgive
Comforted by this overwhelming sense of protection, Gemma tilted her chin up, silently pleading for his kiss to find its rightful place.
Pierre looked down at her, his usually blank eyes now twinkling with a trace of amusement.
Caught in the moment, Gemma blushed deeply and pushed him away.
Yet, Pierre leaned in, gently pressing his lips to hers.
Since they were both residing in the hospital, even sharing the same toothpaste, their kisses carried a familiar taste. This similarity made Gemma feel increasingly connected to him.
Pierre’s kisses intensified, playful yet earnest, each one deeper than the last. Overwhelmed, Gemma found herself gasping for air. She turned away, reaching for the oxygen tube to catch her breath.
Pierre, amused by her reaction, stopped and chuckled.
Gemma looked up at him, slightly disoriented.
Pierre asked, “What’s the matter, Miss Hampton? Do you want more?”
Still red-faced, Gemma quickly shook her head. “No, I don’t.”
“Alright then.”
His erection didn’t escape Gemma’s notice. However, Pierre didn’t seem inclined to address it. Gemma settled back, restless on the sheets. “Pierre, how many women have you been with?”
Pierre glanced at her briefly. “Two.”
“With both of them, did you…?”
“Do what?” Pierre asked.
“Have sex, or just kiss?”
Gemma remained silent.
Pierre responded gently, “Miss Hampton, I’m nearly thirty. I’ve lived through the experiences expected in adulthood.”
Gemma felt a twinge of sadness. “Oh, that explains why you’re such a good kisser.”
“Thank you for the compliment, Miss Hampton.”
Gemma sulked silently for a moment, not fully understanding her own distress. Then she said weakly, “You must have really loved your ex-girlfriend.”
Pierre nodded.
Exhaling deeply, Gemma said, “Can’t you ever just lie? Even just a little, in moments like this?”
In a compliant tone, Pierre replied, “Then, I didn’t love her.”
Gemma’s frustration intensified, and she turned her back to him.
Pierre smirked. Aware of her annoyance yet indifferent, he felt no urgency to appease her, as she held no special place in his life.
Alone, Alicia was a light sleeper. She rolled over to reach for the pillow next to her, finding it unexpectedly vacant. Caden was still sulking at her.
With a sigh, Alicia felt a mix of annoyance and resignation. She didn’t want to encourage his bad habits, yet a part of her couldn’t help but miss him just a little. Alicia quietly slipped out of bed, planning to check on Caden, who was resting on the sofa.
Surprisingly, the living room light was still on. There sat Caden, awake and absorbed in some mysterious activity.
Blinking in bewilderment, Alicia tiptoed closer. As she approached, she began to hear strange breathing sounds.
Suspecting what it might be, she silently approached from behind to see what he was doing.
Caden sat with one leg resting on the sofa, his robe left open. His abs were firm and defined, with veins tracing the muscles of his arms, radiating both strength and sensuality. His long, well-defined fingers, typically skilled in work, were now engaged in an act that felt rather inappropriate.
Alicia caught a glimpse and blushed deeply. Adding to her embarrassment, Caden’s head was laid back against the sofa, her underwear draped over his face.
Overwhelmed, Alicia turned away, her mouth twitching as she covered her face in embarrassment.
As Caden’s noises became louder and more unrestrained, Alicia could no longer bear it and retreated to the bedroom.
The following morning, after taking a shower, Caden emerged to find Alicia lounging casually in the very spot of his last night’s indiscretions, her head supported on her hand as she gazed out at the balcony. He approached her and offered a cool “Morning.”
Alicia swung her legs lightly, looking over at him. “Morning,” she said before her eyes drifted back to the balcony.
Following her gaze, Caden noticed her underwear, which he had washed, fluttering gently in the breeze. “Why did you decide to wash my underwear all of a sudden?” Alicia asked.
Caden’s face remained impassive as he answered, “Just a spontaneous act.”
“Oh, did you enjoy it?”
Caden locked eyes with her, recognizing the playful challenge in her gaze.
Caden responded honestly, “Yes, it was quite satisfying.”
Overestimated Me
When it came to shamelessness, Caden outdid Alicia by far. He chose to suffer in silence rather than utter a single apology.
Alicia laughed derisively, referencing his actions from the previous night. “You present yourself as so proper, yet who could guess you’d be so wild behind closed doors?”
Caden realized right away that his escapade last night hadn’t gone unnoticed. Unfazed, he replied, “Aren’t you well aware of my wild side when we have sex?”
Alicia turned her face away, cheeks coloring, as she replied, “That’s an entirely different matter.”
“So, it’s not considered wild if both parties are into it?”
“Absolutely not.”
Caden acknowledged with a nod. “Fair point. But last night, I was left with no alternative, given my wife has been keeping her distance.”
Alicia suggested, “Perhaps you should reflect on your actions. Acknowledge your mistakes, and maybe she’ll come around.”
“What if I believe I haven’t made any mistakes?” Caden’s insistence left Alicia momentarily speechless, and he continued, “I won’t tolerate Alicia’s abnormalities.”
Alicia found herself at a loss for words. So be it. She quietly returned to the bedroom.
Caden watched her leave, wondering if he had pushed too far. Though their exchanges were often sharp, her demeanor this time didn’t seem playful.
Reflecting on his actions, Caden began to question himself.
Shortly after, Alicia reappeared wearing a black dress, revealing her slender ankles. It was gently captivating, her waist perfectly cinched, enhancing her allure in a way that drew attention.
Caden found himself captivated by her appearance. Alicia grabbed her bag and moved toward the door.
Caden shook himself out of his daze and asked, “Where are you headed?”
As Alicia switched her shoes, she answered casually, “I’ve got a client in Warrington who needs to discuss some work.”
Something about that wasn’t right. They had promised not to mix work with their honeymoon. And why would a client need her now, of all times? Restless, Caden stood up to follow her.
Alicia was slipping into a pair of flats, bending over to adjust them.
Caden observed her intently. “Is there really a client?”
Seated and not meeting his gaze, Alicia responded, “Why would I lie?”
Caden sensed the untruth but chose not to call her out. “When will you be back?”
“I’m not coming back tonight. I’ll have dinner out,” Alicia replied plainly.
“Oh.”
Their silent confrontations had become routine.
Caden continued, “I’ll come get you after dinner.”
Alicia laughed lightly. “With how annoyed you are with me? Wouldn’t that just irritate you more?”
Caden replied earnestly, “Even if we’re at odds, I need to make sure you’re safe.”
“There’s no need. The client will drop me off.”
Caden’s brow furrowed. “Is this client male or female?”
“Does it matter?” Alicia asked.
“A male might have other intentions.”
“If he’s attractive, I might not mind that,” Alicia joked.
At that, Caden was left without words.
Alicia stood, her bag slipping from her grasp to the floor. She bent down to pick it up, and the neckline of her dress dipped, revealing a fleeting glimpse of what lay beneath.
Caden’s eyebrows drew together. “What are you wearing underneath that?”
Straightening up with her bag in hand, Alicia feigned ignorance. “What do you mean?”
Caden’s eyes followed her, focusing on her exposed collarbone, the dress hugging her curves. It seemed innocent, yet the idea of the lingerie beneath stirred him. However, this was hardly the moment for such thoughts, especially since she wore the lingerie he had selected, presumably for a client meeting.
Caden snarled inwardly, his skepticism evident. “What sort of client requires special lingerie?
Caden’s face remained impassive. “Is there really a need for fancy underwear at work?”