LOGINNik. She was crying. I had sworn over and over never to make her cry, but she was lying right beside me and trying to hide her tears from me and I feel like shit. I don’t even know why I froze when she made her proclamation earlier. It startled me yes, but maybe I could have handled it better than I did. I fisted the sheets hard, trying hard to resist the urge of reaching to her and pulling her back into my arms. I hate seeing her hurt, I hate it even more when I’m a the one hurting her like right now.I lay there for what feels like an eternity until her shoulders stopped shaking and she started sniffing, indicating that the tears were ending before I finally released the sheets. My conclusion was reached far too quick because she just started another bunch of tears. *******I needed to punch something, someone or myself. It also didn’t help that I was working on 3 hours of sleep. I read the document in front of me, focusing solely on the black ink but my mind was replaying
Nik. I felt like holding her hands and dragging her back home in our bedroom and curling up in bed, and listening to her talk my head off, while stealing kisses in between instead my hands behind her to guide her towards the table where we were led to. The moment we got there the older Spanish male and his wife beamed and I plastered my fake smile. “Mr Stavros” he greeted me and I took his hand in a warm shake. Our wives exchanged kisses and I looked proudly when the older woman gushed over my wife’s beauty. Elaine smiled shyly and I looked on in admiration. “Your wife is so beautiful,” Simone gushed and I nodded with pride. On its own accord my hands went to help move a loose tendril from her face to tuck behind her ears, and our eyes caught together in a I watched her behind as she walked away and I let out a groan of exasperation. “Fuck.” It’s almost like every single time I open my mouth to talk to her, I just make it worse than it already is. Just gasoline to the fire,
“What happened to your face?” I watched him from my position at the vanity and dropped the under eye cream I was applying unceremoniously so that it was the only sound in the room. I could sense that he was going to shut down before he even did. “Nothing.” He shrugged. My eyes followed him as he pulled off his shirt which looked rough, another indication that he was in a fight or squabble. “Who hit you?” I asked instead. Obviously the black eye and bursted lip was an indication that someone did. “Someone disgruntled I know from the past.” He avoided my gaze as he spoke, and chose instead to begin to undress before going straight into the bathroom. I know that I should leave it but somehow the unnecessary secrecy only served to make me even more worried. I swallowed my next words and completed my night routine. It was usually simple; wear my hair in a silk scarf, because it was better for hair health, cleanse my face after brushing my teeth, and then apply my under eye cream, my
Chapter: ELAINE Whatever excitement I had died immediately I saw him. He was standing at the new mini bar where we served mocktails. His suit was off, and his eyes were covered with his Rayban glasses so I couldn’t tell exactly what he was thinking. I sighed and moved towards where he stood. “I’ve been trying to call you,” he declared softly, looking around. I shrugged, “I’ve been busy.” My tone was dismissive so it was no surprise that he didn’t like it. “Are you not going to show your investor around?” He asked with a chuckle to cover up the awkwardness. I rolled my eyes, “are you here as an investor or my husband.” “So you still remember that I’m your husband.” He murmured back and walked away. I followed him until he slid beneath a booth and I took a long whiff of air before sitting opposite him. We stared at each for almost a full minute, nobody saying anything, and he huffed and relaxed in his chair before finally speaking, “why does it take so long to order in your
ELAINE “What does this even mean?” I sat up angrily and tried to tug off the pillow. “You do not get to come home in bruises and decide when to end a conversation with me. I am your wife!” I yelled and he turned around so that we were looking at each other. “I had an altercation with someone old from the past. I shouldn’t have let my emotions get the best of me, but it did. That’s what happened.” He made to turn again from me and I dragged him back. I wasn’t done with this conversation. His nostrils flared in anger and he hauled me over so that I was lying on him half way. “So who is Don’t pick?” We stared at each other for a second and I could tell when the anger in his eyes turned to desire. “Don’t you dare kiss me. Do not dare, try to have sex with me right now!” I tried to get off but he held me by the hand. “Well, instead of fighting about your insecurities we might as well fuck.” My mouth fell open in shock. He was so cruel, unnecessarily so.
“What happened to your face?” I watched him from my position at the vanity and dropped the under eye cream I was applying unceremoniously so that it was the only sound in the room. I could sense that he was going to shut down before he even did. “Nothing.” He shrugged. My eyes followed him as he pulled off his shirt which looked rough, another indication that he was in a fight or squabble. “Who hit you?” I asked instead. Obviously the black eye and bursted lip was an indication that someone did. “Someone disgruntled I know from the past.” He avoided my gaze as he spoke, and chose instead to begin to undress before going straight into the bathroom. I know that I should leave it but somehow the unnecessary secrecy only served to make me even more worried. I swallowed my next words and completed my night routine. It was usually simple; wear my hair in a silk scarf, because it was better for hair health, cleanse my face after brushing my teeth, and then apply my under eye cream, my
. ELAINE. Truce: An agreement between enemies or opponents to stop fighting or arguing for a certain time. Nik and I were presently in a truce. We called it last night at the hotel lounge and even though he didn't come to bed last night and had sent a hurried text this morning that read- I h
ELAINE. I press my ears to the door to be sure that there is no sound of anybody walking before opening the door and peeping before padding softly to the room. He was outside on the balcony leaning over still in his robe. A cold shower must have reset my brain a little because I somehow had my s
One day you will get asked about your wedding day. It's important that you tell them that you wore the most beautiful dress your eyes have ever seen. That even though you held tears all day and hid it behind a smile, that you felt truly miserable. And when they ask you why you tell them that it's
ELAINELiar. Liar. Liar, pants on fire. Fucking liar. I scribbled on my journal over and over before tearing it up and tossing it in the bin. I tried journalling this morning. Usually writing my thoughts usually felt like an outlet for all the whirlwind of emotions going on within me. But it







