Semua Bab My Husband Wants An Open Marriage : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Larissa’s PovI was doom-scrolling, burning with rage as I tried to find who the woman was. I did the rational thing, called him a few times, but nothing. All I got was a dial-back tone.He had blocked my line.Anger has never been a friend, not when I stormed out of the house, a car key in hand as I drove out of the driveway.My destination was unknown? My thoughts? uncertain, but I drove.When I finally realised where I was, my eyes widened as I stared at the building, Harl’s restaurant building. In my rage, I had driven myself here.I tried to drive back, tried to give myself a logical reason why I should return home, but I couldn’t, I didn’t even find it in me to leave the car. When I finally summoned up the courage and walked through the front door, it felt like this was where I should be.I didn’t look at the secretary, didn’t bother to even acknowledge her as I walked into the office that…. The thought died in my mind the second I stared at the man sitting behind the desk.He

Harl’s PovNervous.That was one emotion I have never felt.I felt like a teenager on prom night, heading out to pick up his date from her parents’ house. I didn’t understand why I was feeling this way, I had seen her naked, made her crumble in my hands and suddenly I was nervous to pick her up.I checked the mirror a few times, was I checking myself out? I couldn’t understand what it was that I was doing.When her friend had agreed, I was just a second away from knocking myself off the cliff in excitement.She was coming to spend a weekend with me.I knew Zephan was away, I had seen pictures of him with some blonde on a trip, and I knew that because I had someone follow him.Why she stayed in the marriage I still didn’t understand.“You are really doing this?” Darius asked.My eyes met his gaze through the mirror, “I think I should put a lock on the door,” I said in a low tone.He rolled his eyes, “You should, and I will always break through it,” he shot back.He wasn’t joking, I

Larissa’s PovSerenity.That was the first thing I felt right from the minute I opened my eyes.No panic. No anxiousness.Not the guilt that tugs at the back of my mind, screaming and bringing me back to reality.All I felt was warmth, the soft glow as the sun’s rays slowly slipped into the room. My lashes felt heavy as I tried to adjust to the bright light that filled the room, for a second, a split second I couldn’t tell where I was.And then, the images fell through.Harl.The bed.The sex.My breath hitched; my cheeks flushed as I tried to hide myself under my pillow.Last night, I had been untamed.I shot out of bed, the sheets pooling around my waist, I wasn’t naked, no, I was in his shirt, one he had insisted that I wear right before we slid into the bed.I waited for it, the sickening voice that would tell me I had been wrong for doing this. The shame that would crash through me, unforgiving and heavy.Nothing came.It felt like my mind couldn’t think of anything but h

Larissa’s Pov There was a carnival, and for the love of me, I couldn’t imagine not going. “Where are you going?” I asked, staring at him with a furrowed brow. “Carnival? Isn’t that what you are dressed for?” he asked.I blinked back the shock that I was feeling, he wanted to join me? “You… you want to come? Like you don’t think it is a stupid thing?” I asked, I couldn’t help but repeat the words Zephan had said to me once. His brows dipped, “A stupid thing? Spending time with you?” he asked, looking genuinely offended. “Whoever said that to you?” he growled. I bit my lower lip, “my husba…. Zephan, he doesn’t… he isn’t a fan of doing many things with me,” I whispered. He moved closer, and I could see the anger on his face as he stared at me, “baby,” my body trembled at the way he said the word, so much affection, so much emotion. “Real men don’t shy away from doing fun things with their women,” he said, kis

Larissa’s PovWe were back at the beach house. I missed the yacht, not the exoticness that came with it, but the fact that sailing had this sense of freedom, I wasn’t running. I was floating, enjoying everything that he had to offer.“What do you have planned today?” I asked Harl, my eyes on his back taking in the little marks that were on his body. Nail scratches, and hickies, things I was beginning to realise he didn’t mind.And me, I was enjoying it more than I should.He looked at his watch, a gold Cartier watch, which looked fancy, too fancy for a man of his kind, but I didn’t ask questions, if his friend could give him this, he might have given him the watch as a gift.“Well, it is almost 7 pm, maybe we can go see a show? We should have to check what is….” A thunder sound echoed through the house, rattling the chandelier and window panes.I let out a loud shriek, jumping off the counter, my arms wrapping around his waist as I held him tight. He didn’t move, didn’t shove me aside