CHAPTER 8

AURELIO

I didn't expect we'd be going home this late, but Camille's dad was such a businessman at mouth, he talked about business with every opportunity he got and seriously I saw how he was able to make such wealth.

Beatrice stayed silent on our drive home and I didn't bother to break the silence. It wasn't new, we'd go for days without seeing or hearing from each other.

I blamed myself partly, maybe I wasn't a good husband as I thought I was. But part of the silence that lingered was because we argued a few days ago.

Beatrice did everything she promised not to do again and somehow talking about it with her made it worse. Sometimes I couldn't even recognise who I married anymore.

Beatrice was everything I couldn't think of back then, being with her felt like the whole world had ended and it was just us two, we could barely stay without each other.

She called every minute I was away from her, I couldn't work properly if she wasn't around, damn, she couldn't even keep her hands off me, I needed her in every where possible, she was my life. It's funny now how we barely even know each other's whereabouts.

No, I hardly knew where my wife was, I complained a million times, adjusted my schedule a thousand times just to fit into hers and I still got left out in the end.

Now it wasn't about proving herself to my father anymore, somewhere along the lines of that, I had lost Beatrice.

Just talking about how poor our sex lives had become was enough to put her in a foul mood, she barely let me touch her, she became someone I didn't even know.

“About the other day, I didn't…”

“I'm sorry Beatrice, it was my fault, I must have pushed you too hard” I cut in.

She nodded and said nothing more. I got down from the car and opened the door for her, she came down and thanked me.

She sauntered into the kitchen and I headed upstairs for the bedroom. I took out my clothes and got into the shower.

When I came out Beatrice was in the room, she looked at me and somewhere in my heart I wished she'd looked at me differently tonight but nothing, it was just the normal look she gave everyone else.

Nothing special, no hidden intentions, just that normal blank stare, it annoyed me and I walked into the closet and took out a tee.

Before she hated the thought of me having to wear a shirt to bed, but now she didn't care if I did, maybe she didn't even notice it at all.

“You didn't make dinner?” She asked, once I came out.

“I didn't know you'd be home” I shot back.

She stayed silent and just stared at me and I sighed.

“I'm sorry, I'm just stressed out, I'll go make dinner” she nodded and took off her clothes, left in her panties and bra, Beatrice couldn't have looked more beautiful but nothing happened.

Nothing. I expected that her almost naked body would send blood rushing to my groin but nothing, I couldn't even be bothered, she wouldn't let me touch her either way.

“What?” She asked when she noticed I didn't leave nor say anything, I nodded, turned and left.

I quickly grabbed a few ingredients, I wasn't hungry but I guess she was, the thought of Camille slipped into my head and I was already getting hard at the thought of her, which should be the weirdest thing.

Having her spread wide open on this kitchen counter would be heaven. Beatrice's voice disturbed the silence and my crazy thoughts as she walked in , her phone to her ear.

She passed and took out a drink from the fridge, and pulled out a stool, sitting close to where I stood as she continued her phone call.

“I'll be in London tomorrow…ofcourse” my eyes met hers and I looked away.

“Thank you see you tomorrow” she ended the call and dropped her phone.

“You're making my favourite, thank you” she complimented, smiling lightly, she had to be in a good mood to have time for a chat this evening.

Whenever she was home, we barely said ‘good morning’ to each other, I sometimes never woke up with her next to me, so I would like to believe I was shocked.

“One of your favourites you mean?” She chuckled and supported her head with her palm, a soft smile grazing her lips.

“I have the best husband in the world” she said softly and I looked at her, there was a soft light in her eyes that felt so refreshing to look at.

Guilt ate into my skin at her words and I smiled softly, wanting nothing more than to head up to bed. A part of me wanted that nonchalant Beatrice, because I didn't want to feel guilty, cheating on her with Camille.

And another part of me knew that if she changed back to how she was, I'd drop the whole world for her. It was such a conflicting emotion.

I laid the food In front of her, handing her a fork, she thanked me and took a bite, moaning softly, her eyes closed as she savoured the taste.

“This is so good baby,” I smiled, watching her eat. I moved to stand behind her, gently adding pressure to the back of her neck as I pressed down on them with my fingers.

“Right there baby” I applied more pressure and Beatrice moaned, I trailed from her neck to her shoulder blades, swiftly moving to her breasts.

“Um…Aurelio” she called.

I hummed a reply and gave her a little squeeze on the breast, she grabbed my hand and I looked at her.

“Not today?” I pulled my hand out from her nightie and backed away from her, she turned on the stool and looked at me.

“I'm sorry Aurelio, I…I'm just tired” I stared at her, in a new realization that it was now a norm for her not to let me touch her.

“When will you stop being tired when I try to touch you?” I asked.

“Aurelio, I'm having a hard time with the company right now and I…can't…I just can't…I'm tired and I need to rest” she stood up and I nodded.

“Fine, totally fine” I muttered.

“Finish your dinner, I'll be upstairs” I raced upstairs feeling every hope in me get crushed into sand.

I layed on the bed watching the ceiling, when I heard a ping from my phone, I looked at my bright light from my phone on the night stand, sighed and turned to the other side of the bed.

The phone kept buzzing and I sat up, I picked the phone ready to shut the damn thing off. When I saw the letter C displayed on my screen.

I opened my messages and I had four messages from her.

‘Can you come pick me?’

‘I don't know where I am, maybe I'll switch on my location’.

‘You don't have to come anymore, I understand you're with your wife’.

‘Bye’.

I quickly called her line and she picked on the second ring.

“Where are you?” I asked, hearing loud music and screaming in the background.

“I'm at a club” she answered sniffing.

“With who?” I asked, dreading the answer, I stood to my feet, I opened my closet and picked out a blazer, I stopped when she still said nothing.

“Camille, who are you with?” I asked more loudly in case she didn't hear me.

“Some people, I don't know them” she said and I let out a breath, and raced down the stairs.

“How many shots have you had?” I asked.

“Common have another shot” I heard a girl say from the background and I stopped.

“Don't, don't take another shot of whatever that is” I yell into the phone.

“My boyfriend says I can't have another one” I heard her say and I nodded. That felt good to hear.

“Don't take drinks from strangers okay, I'll be there in minutes” I tell her and end the call.

“Beatrice?” I called as I checked the kitchen, I raced up the stairs again and pushed open her study. Beatrice looked up at me from her laptop, a phone to her ear.

“Um…you're working” I say and she puts the phone down to her thighs.

“Yes?” She answered with raised brows at me and I nodded and a small chuckle escaped my lips.

“I'll be stepping out for a second” she nodded and waved me away.

She was working.

I raced down the stairs and picked my car keys, driving out of the estate like a madman.

Camille's location was on, so it wasn't hard finding her in a loud party house, I was able to squeeze in, avoiding the constant calls that came my way.

I spotted her sitting near the counter, playing with her nails. I breathed in relief that I didn't know I was holding when I saw that she was okay.

“Camille” she turned to me and raised her fingers to my eye.

“Look, my nail broke” I looked at it and nodded, she looked around the hot crowded club then at me.

“You came” tears brimmed her eyes and she sniffed and got down from her chair hugging me, I could smell alcohol on her, I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around me burying her face into my neck.

“Why were you out on your own?” I asked.

“I had a fight with Keisha” she muttered, her gaze glued to the window, and I think I had some knowledge on what the fight was about.

“Can we go to that house of yours, the one outside town?” She asked, tearing her gaze from the window to look at me and I sighed and nodded.

Beatrice wouldn't even notice if I wasn't home and right now I was too angry at her to even go back home. She was too tired to fuck but not too tired to work.

Beautiful.