I think Atticus was getting irritated with me. I know he lowkey regrets indulging me and keeping quiet when it comes to my actions now I am a little obsessed with those little actions. I found myself obsessing over him, trying to touch him or get any body contact I could get and it was getting a little bit too much for him. At dinner, I brushed my fingers over his hands when he laid them on the table. When I walked past him at home, I tried to brush my shoulders against his and let’s not get started on the kisses I now give him every chance I get. After that night, since he didn’t protest when I gave him that kiss on his cheek, it had become my daily ritual. I gave him a peck every morning and before I went to sleep. He was yet to reciprocate but I didn’t mind at all. I was happy doing the giving. Today was one of those rare days when Atticus didn’t go to work. I was really surprised when I saw him in sweatpants and a T-shirt in the dining hall. Sometimes, he still loved to rea
I had a good dream last night and my body ached like a bitch but it didn’t hurt at all. I had little hope that I would see Atticus when I woke up. Talk about a Disney dream. I dreamt that he was fast asleep with his arms wrapped tightly around me as if he was afraid I would be stolen from him if he let go of me. I didn’t want to wake up from the dream where he was happy to see my face and where he littered my face with kisses and I didn’t mind his morning breath. It was my fantasy life and I knew it was close to coming true. I know someone may argue that I was so pathetic betting my all to make my husband love me but who wouldn’t? Would you stay in a marriage without love or would you be happy to see him fuck around?To me, it was better I try to be happy since I wasn't getting a divorce. I would never want my dad to be disappointed in me. I have to remind myself that I was here because of Dad but that didn’t mean I couldn’t try to be happy or make my own happiness. Contrary to my
I was extra sore and my body was on fire but it didn’t stop me from grinning and humming to myself as I applied my makeup. When Atticus came back home last night, he came straight to my room and fucked me senseless. I didn’t tell him I was still a little sore from earlier and that was a stupid mistake from me. Now my legs were quivering with every step but it was better than last night. I could walk without feeling like my legs would give out at any moment. I was on my way out to go shopping for some nightwear and underwear. My favourite brand just launched a new line and I was surprised to get a call yesterday from the mall Danielle showed me the other day. I called Danielle when I dropped the call to ask if she wanted to tag along but she refused saying she had appointments she couldn’t get out of. I was so jealous of her that she got to be so busy but Atticus would never let me manage the business. “You look awfully happy today. You have been humming and smiling all morning” L
They left the restaurant before me. Samantha made sure to cling to him as they left and I wanted nothing more than to wipe that stupid smirk off her face. Instead, I cowered to the side so that he wouldn’t see me. We would have our discussions at home. I was currently at home waiting for him to come back. My thoughts almost killed me while I waited. I thought about what he felt for her, if he followed her home, what they talked about and what they do when they are alone. I felt like I would never be enough and right now, my mind was a rotten place you would not want to be. I sat on the couch with my arms wrapped around me and my legs tucked underneath me. I felt small. The staff has been giving me nervous glances since I sat down here with a blanket wrapped around me. It was as if they were scared I would lash out at them but that was the last thing I would do. My fingers were hurting because I was biting them, something I don’t do. Well, they said bad habits were the easiest t
I was about to get lower than my dignity would allow and it pained me so deeply but I was out of options and there was nothing I could do. I had no other options left. Last night, I stayed up all night thinking. I looked past my stupid reason for why I had to do what I was about to do. I realized that I wasn’t desperate to save my marriage because of pride like I originally thought but I was desperate to save my father’s dream and legacy. Atticus has managerial rights over my father’s company and everything he built. If I walk out or if I am shamefully thrown out, I will lose everything. My father’s company would be gone forever since I had the company only in name and Atticus controlled everything. I had to get it back. Dad made a terrible mistake. For the first time in a long time, I saw a flaw in what he did, a flaw in the decision he made. I was in deep shit and it was because of dad. So now I either had to look for a way to get the company back or a way to solidify my cla
I was back home, not my home with Atticus but my dad’s estate. I don’t know how I got here but it seemed to make sense that I was here. The house was filled with people and it was bustling with activity as though nothing changed but I knew better. I was convinced it wasn’t real but the familiarity of it all was convincing and now I was confused why this was happening. My feet seemed to have a mind of their own and knew where they wanted to be. I found myself heading towards my Dad's study. The door was locked but it had never stopped me before. I opened the door and gasped when I saw him sitting there, working on some files. He had his glasses on and his brows were furrowed together in confusion and he had yet to notice that I had entered. My eyes watered at the familiar scene before me but I wiped them away because I didn’t want to waste any minute of this. I missed him so fucking much. I was confused as to why I missed him when he was always here. My heart was aching so badly
“So which one do you think is better?” I turned to face Lily so she could give me her opinion on the million-and-one outfit I tried on. “Just like the others, this one also looks good on you. You literally went on a shopping spree just for one date?” she spoke as if I was ridiculous for doing that. I mean I may have gone a little extra with the shopping but everybody does that on the first date don’t they? “I was thinking of the future when I was shopping” She gave me a look that she didn’t believe me so I threw my hands up in exasperation. “I know there will be a second and a third and more and more. I have to be prepared for anything” ‘I hope so. We would hate to see you hurt” she spoke with a sad smile. I didn’t have to ask her who she was talking about because she meant her and Lorenzo. I know I was either older than Lily or we would be the same age but I didn’t ask because I thought it was rude. ‘I won’t be hurt. Now stop being all serious and help me pick a dress. I nee
The knocking on the door was muffled by my pillow and the blanket I had placed over my head. Everywhere was silent and noisy and the sound of my heart breaking was way louder than everything all together. It was like glass shattering. A million glasses. My heart was breaking into a million pieces and there was nobody I could blame except myself. Danielle was right. I was naive and too trusting. I placed my confidence and my fragile heart in the hands of an unknowing wrong person and if that wasn’t the loudest call for heartbreak, I don’t know what else it was. And I was too dumb to realize it. My chest was hurting really bad and it felt like I was going to die yet I could not shed a single tear even when I was in such great pain. My eyes had been glued to my phone screen since I got the message. I could not look away and I could not delete it. I was just staring at it because I had no idea what I could do. I didn’t want to believe it. Yes, that must be the reason why I couldn’t loo