Adrea opened her mouth to say something and then snapped it shut. What was she going to say? That she was sure he was actively luring her to his bed? What if she was wrong? Wasn’t that irrational?That infuriating, teasing look he was giving her. With his eyes, he was daring her. She knew better. She would embarrass herself if she said a single word on the matter. For all she knew, his office was on this floor.“Well?” he asked her, not even bothering to hide the delight he was taking in her plight.He damn well knew what she thought. She could see it.He wanted to play that game, did he? Well, she would accompany him to the end. She was no shrinking violet.“I’ll wait for you here while you take your bathroom break. Then we can go to your office.”Aris threw his head back and laughed.“Alright,” he said, as she watched him intently with those sharp blue eyes, “alright. I will stop jerking you around for a little bit. I have an office up here. Come on. I’ll show you.”‘Said the spider
Adrea followed Aris in her car to his casino. Once they had gotten there and had passed off their vehicles to the valets, they went in. The place never stopped being busy. Sure, it was not as packed as the nights Adrea had been there but there were people at the tables.“Don’t get distracted,” Aris told her when he realised that she was lagging behind looking at a table where an old lady was playing blackjack.Her head snapped over to his and he was looking ahead. They seemed to be going towards the elevators again. He pressed the call button for the elevator and they stood there waiting. She felt hyper-aware of him. His warm body not touching hers but there and solid. She had a feeling if she looked at him, he would be looking at her with that infuriating smile that was probably there at her expense. Not wanting to be awkward, Adrea looked around and then stopped herself when she thought that she probably looked like a wide-eyed lost lamb.She faced the elevator and wondered why it w
She did not cry. When he walked back to the car and turned on the engine, she calmly told him that she wanted to go home. When they got home, she silently got out of the car, slammed the door to spite him, and calmly walked into the house and upstairs to her room. She did not cry when she sat on the window seat and looked up at the night sky. Not when she got tired and laid her forehead on the cool glass of the window, closed it, and finally fell asleep.When she woke up the next morning, she was stiff and moving was rather uncomfortable at first. She took her time as she went to the bathroom. She went to the sink with the intent to wash her face. One look at her face in the mirror made her realise that she had cried after all. Mascara ran down her puffy cheeks. She did not remember crying. But there was the evidence.She took a breath and opened the tap. She began the process of washing the makeup off her face and wished she had done it the previous night before she had cried on it.
Adrea could not fight the indignant swell of emotions that rose within her, tightening her chest and quickening her breath. She could not bite back the words that spilled out of the cracks of her aching heart.“Busy with Belinda?” she asked.Rafael’s head swivelled to her so fast she thought he’d be in pain the next morning.“What?” he asked her.“You heard me,” Adrea said looking out her window.“Why else would you be so late?”Rafael looked at the road disbelievingly.“What are you going on about?” he asked her after a beat.So, he was going to deny it. Adrea wondered if he thought she was a fool. She knew he had been with her for a while now.“I know you are with her now,” Adrea said wishing she had kept her mouth shut.Rafael’s jaw tightened even as he hit the indicator and navigated the car to the shoulder of the road and drew it to a stop.Adrea told herself it was high time they talked. It was going to come out one way or the other. She could not help but wish, however, that th
That morning, Adrea had been downstairs before Rafael had woken up. She waited nervously wondering how she was going to ask him what she needed from him. She heard him moving about in the floor above her. She bit her lower lip.She told herself that she had nothing to be nervous about. She felt she had everything to be nervous about. She knew their relationship was strained. Hell, she had downright ignored him the previous night… What if he chose to be vindictive and punished her for that?She heard the door open and she told herself to stop pacing. She hadn’t realised she was doing that until now. She looked up as his footsteps reached the top of the stairs.First, she saw his feet. Clad in shiny leather shoes and over them, nicely tailored black slacks. Her gaze travelled up his torso and to his face. He saw her. His eyes watched her watch him. She thought there was a quiet annoyance in them. He probably did not want to deal with her this early in the morning if at all. She wanted t
She knew she should never have looked at those photos. She did, and it was an unfortunate decision. It made her question the foundation of her admittedly shaky marriage.Her brother-in-law had sent her another photo collage—one she did not appreciate. Romantic little pictures. Not of him. Not of her. But of his brother, her husband, with someone she had been introduced to as a family friend.Rafael and Belinda sharing dinner together. That one confirmed the suspicion she’d had the previous night. He’d been with her. The other image was of the two holding hands. Rafael opening his car door for Belinda to get in… maybe. The last image was of Rafael perhaps walking Belinda to her door, the pair of them hand in hand, looking far too comfortable for Adrea’s liking.She reminded herself that she was giving up. She had come to the conclusion that she couldn’t save her marriage. It was a lost cause. So, would not waste her energy fighting it.Maybe Rafael had wanted out from the beginning. Ho