I was stunned. I felt my face getting hotter. I'm not ashamed of talking to Jeff. We are not doing anything wrong but his stare was making me feel worse. He had no right to act like a cheated husband being married for twenty years."You there Ziva?", asked Jeff. I opened my mouth but no words came out."Please say yes", he pleaded again."No we can't remain friends. I'm sorry goodbye Jeff", I said ending the call. I wasn't scared of Dane. I only did what I felt was right."Being friends is an excellent idea", he said while corner of his mouth twisted. My stomach got knotted I didn't want to fight him. I'm too tired."No I won't be keeping in touch with him", I said."Except when you meet him in secret", he jeered at me."I didn't know he was there", I clarified."Are you lying to me Ziva? Because it sounded like you lie a lot these days. I had asked you to block him didn't I? But you didn't do that too am I right? You want two men. That is too much greed even for you", he said with a s
I'm dressed to impress the illustrious Dane Wellington. I hope things work out according to my plan. He greeted me with a lazy gaze at my form. I self consciously tugged my dress down. I knew it wasn't any thing indecent but it is still a far cry from my regular wardrobe."Looking as beautiful as ever", he said raising my hands and placed a kiss on it. I stiffened, his lips were always distracting me. Even if they were on my hands I felt as though it was touching me intimately I controlled the shiver that was erupting from me."Let us go", he said without leaving my hand. I let him. It was very important for him to warm upto me for this to work.I looked at his car absently. It was so fine that I worried I will get it dirty."You have a lot of cars", I observed when he sat at the driving seat."Yes. It is a hobby", he said looking at the road. He chose to drive tonight maybe he wants to drive the new car for himself for a change."Thanks for taking me out", I said.He looked at me qui
I opened my eyes and looked at my phone it was late. I scrambled from my bed. I felt uneasy last night was different we had meaningful conversation for the first time. I only wish that it doesn't end that day. I know this is only a plan for getting him to hold off. But I liked the part where I didn't have to force the conversation it flowed naturally. I knew there will be some form of intimacy and to my surprise I don't dread it. But I won't stay on a loveless marriage. I'm hundred percent sure. What I fear is having to lie to him on how I was going let him have his way with me. But I'm sure that he will understand in the years to come and will forgive me I hope.When I went to the breakfast I was still late and I had missed my sixth thirty gone husband again. I was relieved though because I was feeling guilty to go on fooling around with him . I also knew that I was playing with fire and there will be a hell to pay.I spoke with Fathima for a few seconds and immediately felt relaxed.
He didn't come home that night. I had my dinner and went to bed early. It wasn't needed though. He didn't come until wee hours in the morning. So here I stand putting make up on a poorly slept face. I did saw him before he was flying to his office. He said me that he had made the appointment with the manager. It would be better if none knows that my husband is in complete power. He didn't want them to jealous or something. So I'm going just as a member for the time being. Until I prove my worth to the organisation I won't chair it. I was OK with that. Being part of volunteering is much fun than being at the top. I was thankful for giving this opportunity to me. I knew he could have given to someone else who is more capable than me. Maybe he is really guilty for firing me from the position."I don't know when I will be back", I said to Fathima. I knew these things ran late. It was not an employee situation where we could clock out at five."I hope you take your food on time", said Fath
But in the end I made the decision to go to his office not to confront him but for support. When I reached the office I was met with bitchy receptionist again. She almost scrunched her face when she saw me. But she directed me to Dane. I expected more drama though. I knocked the door three times and heard a rough come in. If it is the way he calls people in I won't be surprised if people quit. But I know he was a boss who was fair. All my payment had been given to me and I was only fired a little while ago. I would go back to his office even after the insult that much desparate I was. He looked up from his laptop and his eyes widened when he saw me. Maybe it is my face. I might have cried a bit on Uber. The driver ignored me. He stood up and rushed towards me. I hung my head I was a ninny. "Are you alright?", he asked me. "Where is my invite?", I asked her. "Say what?", he asked me. "I can't join give butter without an invite", I clarified for him. "Sweetheart you don't need an
Fathima put dinner on the table anyways. I know she disapproved that he didn't eat at home. He ate a single piece of bread that's it. Even I was disapproving his life. He had too much money why should he work slave hours? But I kept quiet it is his life after all. I had no right to question him. Did I? I was a wife on paper.When I walked to my room I was tired. My mind is now a days in constant emotional turmoils. I had no idea why? Usually I get calmer after my periods. But I'm very restless. I had no idea what happened to me?Maybe it is because Dane was avoiding me a small voice on the back of mind reminded me. I tried to shut it up. But I know that could be a truth. We came close really close after my visit to his office. But now he had withdrawn. Maybe that was because I had hinted that he had feelings as a part of joke. How would I know that guy doesn't know to take a joke.I closed my tired eyes and the sleep evaded me as usual. A steady sleep at night is evading me. I fear it
"Ask me what do you want to know?", he said seriously."I want to know about my sister", I asked him straight forward."What do you want to know?", he asked me straight away."Where is she?", I asked him."I don't know exactly where she is. I know she is somewhere in Hawai", he said."How do you know?", I asked him."Because she is using my credit card", he said. He wasn't lying at least."So you could have traced her and talked to her easily", I said."Why would I talk to her?", he asked as if the idea disgusts him."I don't know fix things up", I said."I would never want to fix things up with her after the stunt she pulled", he said."So you didn't want to get married?", I asked."Not to her", he confirmed my suspicions."And you chose me why?", I asked in a whisper. "Because I knew that you were much better than her. You stayed to give me the news. You didn't run away from the chaos. You chose to stay and deal with the consequences of your sister's mess. I liked that about you. I
Earlier he used to avoid me but now it is me. I take great pains to not to see him. Sometimes I see him passing and he tries to make conversation which I reply with minimum words. If he knows something he is definitely not showing. I put on my make up and curse when I find my foundation bottle was empty. Why do they provide such miniscule bottles when we have already spend half our salary on their pricy products it is the bane of our existence. I would definitely sue those firms if I had wealth like my husband.I went to the break fast table and saw that Fathima is not in her usual spirits. I didn't want a mother in law living with me in the place of house help . Speaking of mother in law I hadn't talked to Tom or Linda. They hadn't visited me. I wonder why? Maybe their equation with my husband is not that good. I don't know. Maybe he is incapable of loving his parents. Maybe he was narcissistic I have no clue. But one thing is certain I won't give myself for him to play with anymore.