Semua Bab For Better or Buisness: Bab 121 - Bab 130

Nik. The meeting I had in Shanghai had finished late last night, and Serena wasn't feeling so well, so Alex had made us hurry back home last night. I thought of telling Elaine I was coming but decided against it last minute. Choosing instead to wait till I got home. My choice was proved right when we had some delays and had to have a long lay over. The moment we landed, Alex headed home to his wife and I headed home to mine. I needed to hold her and sleep. The nightmares had been worse recently and I barely slept all through the week. I had an appointment with my psychiatrist this week, so hopefully, we can get to why I kept having the recurrent dreams of death. In our last virtual consultation, she had spoken about how I hadn't fully healed of the trauma of my upbringing so it was manifesting now that I was bringing a child into the world. She had spoken about me coming in to see her personally but I've been so busy the last few weeks. I sighed heavily and b

Elaine. I shuffled in my chair uncomfortable by the sharp scrutiny of Nik's mother's eyes. I had let the chef cook dinner, because I'm not sure I can handle her judging my cooking. I really wished I could just drink red wine or something to distract myself from the awkwardness that was going on presently. Over the last 6 months I've seen first hand how tense things could get between Nik and his parents and I was mentally dreading the drama. “So, when were you going to tell us you were pregnant?” Her outburst had me coughing not expecting it. I drank a lot of water, surprised she knew but shot Nik a glance, and he shrugged. “We were going to tell you very soon ma” I wasn't sure the best way to placate her. “Hmn.” She snorted. “What matters the most, is that you are now carrying an heir to the Stavros line. This is especially important to your husband I'm sure.” I smiled and nodded gently. “I hope you know you're not getting the deeds to those businesses until the

“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

. “What does that mean?” He asked, staring at me, his eyes almost shooting daggers at me. “Whatever you think it means master,” I was goading him intentionally. I don't even know why, but my entire body was primed for a fight. Tension was rolling off him in waves, “careful, Peristeraki,” he warned. “Ah. So somehow you're uncomfortable with having a whore,” I turned towards him and immediately his fingers balled by his sides in a fist and watched his face contorted in anger. “So you're a whore now?” He spat out. “ Whore, call girl, someone you pay for to spend the time or night with you, what's the difference” fear was rising in the pit of my belly at how numerous the look on his face was, but somehow, I needed the leash on his control to snap off. Just as I predicted, his hand came down going round my throat, to hold it in a tight grip, almost firm enough to sting and cut short my air supply, but not enough to fully choke me. “Every single time you've opened your mouth tonight

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 fi