I think Atticus was getting irritated with me. I know he lowkey regrets indulging me and keeping quiet when it comes to my actions now I am a little obsessed with those little actions. I found myself obsessing over him, trying to touch him or get any body contact I could get and it was getting a little bit too much for him. At dinner, I brushed my fingers over his hands when he laid them on the table. When I walked past him at home, I tried to brush my shoulders against his and let’s not get started on the kisses I now give him every chance I get. After that night, since he didn’t protest when I gave him that kiss on his cheek, it had become my daily ritual. I gave him a peck every morning and before I went to sleep. He was yet to reciprocate but I didn’t mind at all. I was happy doing the giving. Today was one of those rare days when Atticus didn’t go to work. I was really surprised when I saw him in sweatpants and a T-shirt in the dining hall. Sometimes, he still loved to rea

I was extra sore and my body was on fire but it didn’t stop me from grinning and humming to myself as I applied my makeup. When Atticus came back home last night, he came straight to my room and fucked me senseless. I didn’t tell him I was still a little sore from earlier and that was a stupid mistake from me. Now my legs were quivering with every step but it was better than last night. I could walk without feeling like my legs would give out at any moment. I was on my way out to go shopping for some nightwear and underwear. My favourite brand just launched a new line and I was surprised to get a call yesterday from the mall Danielle showed me the other day. I called Danielle when I dropped the call to ask if she wanted to tag along but she refused saying she had appointments she couldn’t get out of. I was so jealous of her that she got to be so busy but Atticus would never let me manage the business. “You look awfully happy today. You have been humming and smiling all morning” L

I was about to get lower than my dignity would allow and it pained me so deeply but I was out of options and there was nothing I could do. I had no other options left. Last night, I stayed up all night thinking. I looked past my stupid reason for why I had to do what I was about to do. I realized that I wasn’t desperate to save my marriage because of pride like I originally thought but I was desperate to save my father’s dream and legacy. Atticus has managerial rights over my father’s company and everything he built. If I walk out or if I am shamefully thrown out, I will lose everything. My father’s company would be gone forever since I had the company only in name and Atticus controlled everything. I had to get it back. Dad made a terrible mistake. For the first time in a long time, I saw a flaw in what he did, a flaw in the decision he made. I was in deep shit and it was because of dad. So now I either had to look for a way to get the company back or a way to solidify my cla

“So which one do you think is better?” I turned to face Lily so she could give me her opinion on the million-and-one outfit I tried on. “Just like the others, this one also looks good on you. You literally went on a shopping spree just for one date?” she spoke as if I was ridiculous for doing that. I mean I may have gone a little extra with the shopping but everybody does that on the first date don’t they? “I was thinking of the future when I was shopping” She gave me a look that she didn’t believe me so I threw my hands up in exasperation. “I know there will be a second and a third and more and more. I have to be prepared for anything” ‘I hope so. We would hate to see you hurt” she spoke with a sad smile. I didn’t have to ask her who she was talking about because she meant her and Lorenzo. I know I was either older than Lily or we would be the same age but I didn’t ask because I thought it was rude. ‘I won’t be hurt. Now stop being all serious and help me pick a dress. I nee

His hands were slipping away but I forced them back around my waist and snuggled deeper into his arms. I was taking what I wanted by force and although my husband was a cold-hearted bastard, he still won’t hurt me for unknown reasons. “You don’t have to sleep in here. You have a room in perfect condition for that” He grumbled but made no move to unwrap himself from around me. After last night's argument, I was too tired to walk back to my room. Apparently, being emotionally drained while being also physically drained was a thing. And since I was in a pissy mood, I flopped on his bed and declared I was moving in since his room was far more comfortable than mine was. ‘I do. I already explained it to you last night and I am not doing it again so you better zip it so I can get more sleep. We have a long day ahead of us” I mumbled against his chest sleepily. It was so comfortable right here. Even though I slept soundly through the night, I was still so sleepy. His unwilling arms arou