Episode 2

Episode 2.

The next day, it moved so quickly into the evening; perhaps the universe wanted us to meet so soon, or was I being paranoid...Lucas asks me to take care of the food and decorations, and then he zooms away to bring his guests...I I had a few helping hands, and before my husband and Adam arrived, I had everything under control."W"Welcome home, Adam."

My blood pressure rose as my husband walked alongside Adam.

My past and present are approaching me simultaneously. Anyone else in my shoes might faint from fear, but fainting is definitely out of the question...

"Hey, babe, you look stunning." 

Lucas moves away from Adam, twirls me around, and kisses my lips...

"Thank you, Baby."  

I smiled faintly and invited Adam to my marital home...

"Thank you." Adam said this as he walked to the couch with my husband...

I summoned the maids to serve the dinner at the table while my husband discussed business with Adam. 

They sat opposite each other, but all I could see was how many times Adam wet his lips with saliva...

And how often did he rub the corner of his neck?

Damn! I would love to leave bite marks on the corner of his neck.

The table was set, so I approached my husband and his new partner. 

"Dinner is served". I told them...

"Thanks, Baby." Lucas responded..

"Thank you, Anna." Adam paused before saying my name.

Nothing screams danger more than having the two men you have had a past with stare right at you...

I sat beside my husband and offered to pour the champagne into his glass.

But, being overly generous, he preferred that I pour on the Adams glass first.

Like, who does that...

I went ahead and poured into Adam's glass; his eyes unhurriedly refused to look away, despite my numerous attempts to signal him not to glare at me too much; that son of a bitch refused to listen.

His eyes were becoming uncomfortable, and I accidentally poured some of the champagne on his trousers...

"Oops! "I am sorry."  

I had the napkin and wanted to clean his pants, but he took it away, and Lucas asked that I walk him to the bathroom to properly clean up...

I did just that, and as I turned to leave, I was purposefully led inside the restroom with him. 

"What do you think your doing?"  

I reacted angrily, as expected.

I do not want anyone or my husband to find me with my ex-boyfriend behind closed doors.

"Calm down, Anna. I only want to talk to you."  

He refrained from pressing his manly hands on me, allowing me to calmly respond to his question.

"What would you like to talk about with me?"  

I neatly arranged my hair and leaned away from the wall.

Adam looked around and then spoke.

"I would like to talk in a more private setting; could you please meet me tomorrow evening at Hansel hotels?"  

He wanted to approach me but was unable to do so after seeing the expression on my face...

As much as going to a hotel with Adam seemed like a bad idea, I really wanted to know why he wanted to talk to me.

"Fine! Tomorrow". When I waved my hand for him to leave the door, he understood and shifted from standing in my way.

I rode past his gleeful face; he does not say anything, but his face speaks volumes for him.

"How are you, Adam?"

My husband asked me when I returned to the table. 

"Good, he should have finished cleaning up." I said this as Adam returned from the restroom.

He took his seat, and we ate quietly; I was the only one who remained silent because the men had a lot to say at the table. 

After that, Lucas walked Adam to his car, and I accompanied my husband not because I wanted to, but because it is considered bad hosting if I do not accompany my husband and see off my ex-boyfriend...

Adams' car left the mansion, and my husband and I went back inside, where I changed into my nightgown and jumped onto the bed to sleep.

My husband was still going over some of the documents he signed with Adam, and I could see the joy on his face from signing a partnership with Adam.

"Good night, Lucas." I told him..

"Good night, baby." He responded, but did not turn to face me.

I wrapped my blankets around my head and slowly fell asleep.

The next morning, I got up on time to prepare breakfast for Lucas before he left for work. 

Meanwhile, as he ambled down the stairs, I noticed Gloria, one of the mansion's helpers, carrying his luggage outside to the car. 

"Lucas, are you traveling?" I set the glass cup on the table and approached him.

"Yeah! I need to take care of some important business." He replies and kisses my cheeks. 

Should I call it a coincidence that my husband is traveling on the same day Adam asked me to come over and talk?

"What is your business?" I posed a question.

"Do not worry, it is nothing; I will be back in a week." He kissed my cheek and walked to the packed car outside, which had his luggage inside.

I followed him to the car; Lucas promised to call me as soon as he arrived at his destination, and as much as I should not question my husband, why do I feel uneasy about his sudden announcement of his business trip, especially since he refuses to tell me where he is going.

After Lucas' car left the mansion, I dressed up and went straight to Adam.

I admit that I did not want to go over to the hotel to speak with him, but my emotions are slowly taking over...

I dressed up and left the mansion.

I arrived at the hotel in a cab, and as I entered, the person I had come to speak with was just getting out of the elevator; we exchanged glances and approached each other shortly after.

"Anna! You arrived early?" He did not expect me to arrive so soon.

"Yeah! I apologize; I just felt that the more we talked, the faster I could send you to hell."  

I gave a rude reply...

Adam does not say anything, but he leads me into the elevator.

I stood there while he pressed the second floor button; the elevator arrived and the door opened; Adam and I exited at the same time, and he ushered me to his suite.

"Sit down while I get some things done downstairs."  

He said as he left me alone in the room.

I sat on the couch and waited for him to come back.

I refrained from touching anything, but something compelled me to look through the picture frame he kept on top of the wooden table.

The photos were of his family and parents, some from our time in college; it was nice to reflect on the past, but what piqued my interest was the time we went ice skiing.

That is when he changed his personality and ended his relationship with me.

Like, who does that?  

There was no explanation; he simply fled and I had never seen him until now.

I genuinely want what he wants.

Several hours later, Adam returned to the room.

He approached me while I was sitting on the couch, and I was holding the photograph.

"Anna! "So, what are you doing with that?" 

He approaches and attempts to take the photograph from my hands, but I pull it away from him.

I swallowed hard saliva and replied...

"Could you please explain why you still own this?"  

My voice is getting angry...

Adam sensed this and took up his hands in surrender before conversing.

" Anna! I recognize that I made a mistake and would like to apologize. 

"Sorry?". I laughed, perplexed by his bravery; after all, he believes a mare's apology will make things better?.. He hurt me so deeply that I almost lost my sense of self, and now he is trying to bury the hatchet by admitting he was wrong after so many years. What an asshole!...

"Is that all you want to tell me?" I opened the floor for more questioning; it should not be rusty, I have known Adam too long and understand how he thinks.

"No! "Anna, I have a proposal for you." He inhaled deeply and then exhaled.

"A proposal?" I chuckled, "What is it?" I questioned him...

Adams' face became distant for at least a minute before he exclaimed, "Anna?" I want you to come back to me, even if it means leaving your husband... I know you are unhappy in your marriage."

I began to laugh in surprise at his request...

"Did I say something funny?" 

He asked me a question because he wanted to know why I was laughing.

It is brave of Adam to ask me to do such an impossible thing as leave my husband and be with him. Lucas is a good man, despite the fact that he is not perfect.