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“Iris, what is this?Like the 5th time you’ve called me?I told you I will be back by Monday”, Ramiel complained into his phone. We were both in the living room, he suggested we watched a movie and we had picked Mulan. He somehow knew how to show what was on his laptop on the TV that hung on the wall. I was totally engrossed by the real life action of Mulan until a call interrupted us. Iris. The only name he had repeated in all the other calls. Why was she pestering him? What could be so important thatcouldn't wait till Monday? Beats me because I had no idea. “Then so be it Iris, if you can not handle the deal on your own then so be it. Goodnight Iris, it’s 10:42pm over here”, he said, cutting the call abruptly. “What is so important?”, I asked him, genuinely curious to know what the fuss was about. “This deal apparently couldn’t wait to be closed. They’re threatening to pull out”, he said. His voice showed frustration. “What’s going to happen if they do?”. “My company los
Somehow within the night, I ended up with my husband’s strong arm wrapped around me while my back touched his bare back. It felt good. He felt warm. Even with the blanket wrapped around me, I was still freezing. But when I felt his arms arms around me. I felt myself just melt into his warmth. He didn’t pull away even once. I was too light a sleeper to miss that. His grip around me stayed that way all through the night. From time to time he would move his head, or he would pull me even closer(if that were even possible). But that aside he didn’t let go. This morning when he finally pulled away and I felt a kiss on my cheek, my eyes slowly peeled open to the site of him. I watched his bare and perfectly sculpted back as he made his way towards what seemed like the bathroom. I sat up and yawned tiredly, adjusting to the little sunlight that lit his room. The room was less cold, I looked around trying to find the AC and then smiling when I realized it was off. “Did I wake you?”,
I wasn’t too sure what kept me stunned and speechless during Ramiel and Iris conversation. As usual it all seemed fast. I wanted to greet her, though I still felt she wouldn’t acknowledge me. I wasn’t the most outspoken person, that was something I knew for a fact. People barely noticed me and even when they did they would forget because I barely made an impression, I barely made an impact, I barely made them remember me. Or maybe I was wrong. But just a few moments ago when I stood beside my husband and watched his interaction with this beautiful and perfectly made woman, I was stunned and I felt so small the moment she graced us with her presence. The way her perfect, long legs took elegant steps on those high beautiful heels, the way she never loosed her balance, like every step she took was choreographed.She never got distracted by anything other than her purpose of being there. The way her beautiful green eyes challenged even Ramiel. She was strong, fierce, determined. I
I think the only bath I could compare to the one I just had would probably be baths my mother gave me when I was a baby. The moment I immersed myself completely into the warm coconut scented water, all my muscles relaxed and all my nerves thanked me. Ramiel sure knew how to prepare a bath. I found myself wishing he could give me a hand as I laid in the tub. I mentally slapped myself everytime my mind wandered to my dreamy and kind husband. It wasn’t like my thoughts were sinful, despite how much it felt sinful. I just felt they were too much. Ever since last night, like my heart had a mind of its own when he neared me. Like I couldn’t trust my body any longer, and it so happens I couldn’t trust my mind either. So even as relaxing and soothing my bath was, I couldn’t dream of getting Ramiel out of my mind. After I hopped out of the tub and felt rinsed properly, I went over to the sinc. I bent down and looked through the cabinet. Thankfully my hair products were there. I got t
I think the only bath I could compare to the one I just had would probably be baths my mother gave me when I was a baby. The moment I immersed myself completely into the warm coconut scented water, all my muscles relaxed and all my nerves thanked me. Ramiel sure knew how to prepare a bath. I found myself wishing he could give me a hand as I laid in the tub. I mentally slapped myself everytime my mind wandered to my dreamy and kind husband. It wasn’t like my thoughts were sinful, despite how much it felt sinful. I just felt they were too much. Ever since last night, like my heart had a mind of its own when he neared me. Like I couldn’t trust my body any longer, and it so happens I couldn’t trust my mind either. So even as relaxing and soothing my bath was, I couldn’t dream of getting Ramiel out of my mind. After I hopped out of the tub and felt rinsed properly, I went over to the sinc. I bent down and looked through the cabinet. Thankfully my new hair products were there. I
I’ve never really thought of my ideal “husband”. Infact, before Ramiel, the thought of a husband rarely invaded my mind. I guess me being married brought up the idea several times so far. I felt grateful, Ramiel was so kind to me, despite him not knowing me, I was the lucky one, not him. I picked out a beautiful beige dress, decorated with beautiful flowers. The dress was very opposite to the dull Seattle rainy weather. I wore a brown sweater I found before heading out of my room. I traced my way to what I remembered as My husband’s office. The large doors were closed shut. I paused and knocked waiting patiently for a reply. “Come in”, I heard him say. I helped myself inside. He was faced down at some documents, his glasses on, his eyebrows were furrowed and his three first buttons of his very loose shirt were unbuttoned. Ramiel was indeed handsome. I cleared my throat, hoping to get some of his attention but not abruptly disturb him. He looked up and his facial expression
Dinner was torture. Ramiel sat next to me, and like that wasn’t enough to keep me distracted, his hand rested on my lap almost half the time. My mind could barely focus on the new flavors Adri had prepared, she said the dish was chicken Alfredo and pasta penne. It was delicious, she was a wonderful cook. However, because my husband couldn’t keep his hands in place, I could barely focus on her as she spoke. But I could grab some things, she had worked for Ramiel for almost 7 years now, she helps around the house and is in charge of the staff. They are usually other staff around, but not during the weekend, she also lives here but stays downstairs. Adri was very sweet and it looked like she had a pretty casual relationship with Ramiel, they shared some inside jokes within themselves and she seemed to know him very well. After dinner I offered to help clean up but Adri dismissed it, she reminded me I was now the co-owner of the house and I didn’t need to get my hands dirty at all.
“Good morning my mma”, I heard my husband say as I peeled open my eyes. I smiled as I adjusted to the brightness of our room. Our room. After our beautiful night together out in the outskirts of the city, talking about everything, or rather me listening as he talked about his life here in Seattle, about his business, his family, his friends. We got back home and almost immediately crashed. “What time is it”, I asked sleepily after taking in a breath of morning Seattle air, which was quite cold. “6 minutes past 7”, he answered. I sat up from they bed and yawned, waking up almost completely with the action. “When’s your service”, I asked almost intinctly, wanting to know how early he went to church and how much time I had to get ready. “Service?”. Ramiel got off the bed and walked over to his desk, tapping on the mouse on his computer. “Church service?”, I answered and half asked him, confused whether there was another word for it. My words must have stopped Ramiel in his trac