Chapter 47: Chapter 47
RYAN POV
Every part of me felt as if I was burnt with fire immediately I saw the pictures of the two of them hugging. Why did she even hug him?
I let out a grunted sigh, as I brushed my hair with my hand. I was jealous,' I admit, but I felt there was more to what I saw.
The way Ariel's eyes were telling me everything I saw wasn't true only made me restless. She had tears in her eyes. But I didn't listen.
I glanced at my wristwatch for the umpteenth time, as I tried to calm down. I paced to and fro in the living room, hoping to get what really happened.
I stopped on my track as it clicked. I just needed to investigate. I picked my phone as I called the right man for the job. He picked at the second ring.
"Mr. Martin's, I need you to investigate something tonight.”A few silences eloped, as I wondered if he was still there.
"Sure. Please go on.”He finally spoke, as I let out a sigh.
"I need you to get the video footage of both inside Every VIP section and outside the Gentla restaurant . I need to know what happened to my wife.”I stated, as I settled on the cushion.
"Roger that. I will give you an update as soon as possible.”A sigh of relief left me, as I felt satisfied.
I ended the call, feeling calm and a little unsettled. I would have trusted Ariel, but the video of the physical contact they shared kept banging on my head. It was difficult to just get it off.
I waited for close to an hour, as my phone rang indicating incoming messages.
I took my time to watch the video, as my heart skipped a bit. I facepalmed, realizing I didn't do well this time. Ariel must have had a difficult night. And the fact that Ariel almost wanted to allow herself to get killed only made my heart heavy.
From her reaction after hugging Damien, it was obvious she thought I was the one. I gritted my teeth, guilt eating me up. My mind wasn't settled, and I knew that It wasn't right on my part to not trust Ariel. I was very wrong.
Throughout the night, the thought of making it up to her kept lingering in my heart.
I can't wait to make things right.
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I woke up early enough to prepare something for Ariel. And when I said something, I meant breakfast.
Well, that was the only idea that came to mind at the thousand basking of thoughts I had the previous night.
I couldn't sleep in the bedroom with Ariel, as I was still guilty about what happened. In no time, I was able to settle on ingredients that could easily prepare one of the recipes I saved on my phone.
It was a careful measure on my part, as I had to make sure the quantities of ingredients were in the right quantity. It was while cooking that I realized Ariel deserved an accolade for all the food she always prepares. If I were to be the one, I might have a breakdown.
I prepared a breakfast burrito making sure the scrambled eggs, meat, sausage, potatoes, cheese, pepper, onions, and vegetables along with a few other ingredients were in the right proportion. I was satisfied when I finally got to taste it. It felt good, to be honest.
I smiled in satisfaction as I gently placed the breakfast burrito and tea on a tray. I glanced at my watch as it was 7:30 am already. Ariel hasn't come out yet. I had to make my move now.
I made my way to the bedroom, with the tray in my hands. Gently turning the doorknob with my left hand, I entered.
My eyes met with Ariel, who had turned abruptly at my presence. She quickly turned her head back to her laptop, as she began typing, ignoring my existence.
I simply closed the door, stopping for a while, as I observed her. She was at the rear side of the bedroom with an office size chair and table. I could easily conclude she was typing.
I took strides to her side, as I placed the tray beside her laptop, the tray fitting quite well. That action seemed to stop her from typing as she glanced at me.
"I made breakfast for you.”I let out the words coming out rather too fast. I was nervous.
Who knew apologizing was this difficult? Or maybe it wasn't.
Ariel stood up, as she made to leave, but I held her right-hand right on time to stop her.
"Ryan, let me go.”She struggled to remove her hand, but I didn't let go.
She gave up as she gave me a stern look.
"I am sorry.”I said, staring at her.
"And do you think sorry will make up for this? You didn't trust me after months of our marriage. You blamed me.” She choked on her words, as tears brimmed down her face.
I felt my heart tight instantly. I was speechless, too. Guilt welled in my heart, but I stood there with my mouth clamped shut, unable to argue the truth.
"I had the worst nightmare of my life last night. I almost wanted to end my life. I thought you were Damien, a total mistake on my part. When I got home, I wanted someone to just vent my heart to. I was…" I raked my teeth over my bottom lip, trying and failing to dodge the vernal blow.
I couldn't listen any longer, as I took a step further, pulling her into my embrace.
She froze, as she tried to relax within a few seconds.
"I am deeply sorry about what happened. I shouldn't have gotten angry at you, either. I should have been more patient and slow to anger. Please forgive me.”I spoke it out finally, as she let out more tears.
We remained in that position for minutes, until she finally broke the hug.
"I forgive you, Ryan. But I do hope this will never happen again.”She stared at me for a long second, her cheeks still damp, but the tiniest flicker of light hit her sparkling brown eyes.
"I promise. I allowed jealousy to get the best part of me” Her eyes flickered a bit, at my confession, so I quickly added:”Can you eat now? I used the better part of me to cook this.” She chuckled as she sat on the chair to take in the breakfast.
Every bite she took, I patiently watched. She didn't say a word as I just stared at her. Her blonde hair was draped over her shoulders, with some strands plastered along the edge of her pitiful yet beautiful face. At each moment, when she bent to eat, she brushed her hair with her left fingers.
My eyes settled on a hairband as I took it.
I held her hair, as she stopped.
"Let me help.”She hummed, taking a sip of the tea. I slipped the hairband,her hair pulled back and tied into a single “tail” which hung down behind her head.
Her blonde hair was long and pretty. Another beautiful feature I like about her.
“Thank you.” She smiled, as I settled on the bed, opposite her.
She was finally down, putting all my thoughts and fantasy about her to an abrupt end. Furthermore, she stood, as she sat beside me, her hands on her legs.
"So did you enjoy it.”I ask, smiling, as she nodded.
"Yes, I did. You did a good job, most especially with the scrambled eggs, but you should work on making your meat tender. It is an 8 over 10 for me.”
I felt like the happiest man, at her comment. I was awestruck.
"Wow. Thanks for enjoying it. I really look forward to making it especially for you on the weekend.”I promised, as she laughed.
She moved closer, as we were a few inches apart. I wanted to ask her about what transpired with her dad, but I couldn't. I love seeing her laughing and smiling. It was beautiful.
"Babe, thank you.”She appreciated making me blush.
We stared at each other for a while. My chest doing that shitty thing, where it felt too tight and full.
Not helping matters, she looked gorgeous. My eyes met with her lips, as I felt a longing for it.
“Ariel, can I kiss you?" My sharp question earned me a look from Ariel. At that moment, I felt I must have said the wrong thing.
She leaned closer, locking eyes with mine.
"Do you need permission for that?”She rested her nose on mine, as I find it quite attractive.
My eyes followed her move, even though I was awestruck. The way her face touched my skin made my body warm, and my heart skipped.
"Let's start all over again. This time, trust each other.” I stated as she smiled against my lips.
I threw every warning and thought to the air, as I I grabbed her waist closer, and claimed her lips, my chest pressing hard on her bosom.
I took in the sweetness of her lips, as it tasted like honey, as I savored her lips.
It was a very long kiss. A sweet, soft, slow and passionate kiss.