Chapter 3: THE ACCEPTANCE

*Nelly POV*

I quickly rose from the couch, my heart pounding harder. "Ah... Hey, darling, you're here already?" I stuttered nervously, secretly motioning to Tessa to leave.

"P.M.," she greeted rudely, took her handbag, and stormed out of the apartment.

Jasper watched her leave with his gaze focused on her; it was not until her body finally disappeared through the door that he returned his gaze back to me. His chestnut eyes were piercing like those of the devil, his wavy charcoal hair was damp, and little snow particles were still on top of it.

"I tried calling you back; your line wasn't going through." He ignored the previous conversation and struck a new one. I was relieved he heard nothing because that would've caused a big fight between us tonight. Besides, which man will accept the fact that his woman wants to attend a steamy vacation where she will obviously get fucked?

"My battery died; I was standing there for over an hour, dear." I approached him; he was trying to get out of his outfit.

"Sorry, babe, you know it's our last meeting for this year, so we really had a lot to trash before everyone could be dismissed." He explained in a very gentle tone. I smiled and nodded in understanding, got closer, and helped him unbutton his overcoat.

"Hope you didn't catch a cold?" I shook my head, looking at him with my poppy eyes.

"But you feel so warm," I muttered, my hands gliding across his hairy chest. I felt his heartbeat pick up at an unsteady pace, and his breath slowly hitched.

We both stared at each other eyeball to eyeball; our eyes were filled with an underlying and unfulfilled desire. "I want us to try it again," I whispered into his ear, running my hands down towards his zipper, but before I could get there, his hand gripped mine, and he hissed, "You're unable to get aroused; we have tried many times. What made you think this would make any difference? Just accept your fate, Nelly." His words pierced through my chest, cutting deeper than even a sharp blade. He pulled away; the absence of his warmth fueled my plight even more.

"I don't recall whether there's harm in trying again." I half-yelled, I hate the fact that he was acting like I have some deadly illness, of which he was scared of getting infected.

He took off his clothes, leaving only his pants; without a word, he strutted towards the washer, dumping them on top of it. His cold silence was really alarming; he had never behaved like this towards me. Could it be that he is truly seeing another woman now because I'm unable to sexually satisfy him?

"Jasper!" I cried out, trailing behind him into my bedroom. He took off his pants, briefs coming next, before he grabbed a towel, but I beat him to it, grabbing the towel and placing it behind me.

"Darling, what's wrong? Did... did I do something wrong?" I fumbled with words; anxiety clouded my thoughts.

He looked emotionlessly behind my back before returning his gaze to me, and yet again he hissed and cupped my cheeks, gathering the smooth, soft flesh into his big palms. "Babe, you did nothing wrong, okay—" I didn't allow him to finish before I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to myself as I plunged my lips hungrily into his. He wanted to resist at first by tightening his mouth, but I bit it, forcing my way into it. I hungrily devour his insides.

Before we both knew it, we were already close to the ornate table; I just used my hands to swipe off the cosmetics, our lips never leaving each other despite the fact that we were almost breathless. He laid me on top of the table, ravishing the hell out of my mouth. He was so turned on, I could feel his bulge slightly brushing against my inner thigh. "Jas... Jasper... oh!" I tried to fake a moan, which was the stupidest thing I have ever done in my life, and it seemed it also irked Jasper because he abruptly pulled away from me.

"What the fuck was that?" He hollered, stepping away from me with a look of disgust on his face. "Faking now? Are you even wet?" His eyebrows quirked up before he shook his head. I couldn't muster the courage to say a word; I was so ashamed of myself. I wanted us to get involved sexually so badly, but I felt nothing—even the kiss felt like nothing; I was just numb.

He barged into the bathroom; the sound of the dripping water from the shower showed he was already having his bath.

I swiped the tear that was threatening to fall from my eyelid and went to pick up his trousers so that I could add them to the rest and wash them. However, as soon as I grabbed it, something fell from it, and I turned to look down at it, only to receive the shock of my life. I stood still, blank and bewildered and very shaken, but I forced myself to squat down to pick up the item—it was no doubt a packet of condoms with a used one sticky to it. I instantly felt nauseous and about to throw up, but I held myself, turning my face away and gasping for air.

The sound of the stopping water turned my body fully alert. I placed the item back in its respective place and returned the trouser back to the spot I picked iy from.

I hastily walked closer to the window, pretending to be taking in the view of the falling snow; it took a lot of self-control not to burst into tears and rain insults on him when he stepped out.

"Babe," he called out; this time his voice had gone back to the gentle one. "Are you thinking?" He approached me slowly, and I had to bit down on the bottom of my lip, because it was getting harder for me to keep my emotions in check. Wait... He is really cheating on me?

"Listen, I'm sorry about my earlier outburst; I didn't mean to make you feel bad, okay?" He leaned onto me, hugging me firmly from behind. "We are in this together, okay? Always remember I love you." He kissed the back of my head, a kiss that felt like a mosquito bite. Well, I shouldn't really blame him; maybe I really need to solve this problem quickly before I lose my man to other women. I indeed need some kind of Christmas miracle.