Chapter 13: Chapter 13

Adrian

I huddle outside my room leaving Amaira behind and accelerated through the long office corridor reaching my personal elevator but Chris was already gone. Damn it! During the times like this I hate huge offices. I strike the elevator door with my fist and was about to go back to my office.

"What happened?" Amaira stops me on my track and rubs my forearms. She reaches through my vision gazing at the elevator. "I'm so sorry Adrian, did she already leave?" She asks me anxious. Something about this woman told me she wasn't clean as much she was presenting. "I will take care of the issue please leave Amaira." I tell her in weariness but with as much politeness as I could manage and walk back to my room.

I pick my phone from my pant pocket and immediately dial my driver. "Harold, greetings can be conveyed later. Christina had just left the office. She is depressed and angry as she saw something inexcusable in my workroom." I spoke perturbed. "Find her outside the workplace and take her home right away. Keep an eye over her till I reach home. She is handicapped and anyone can easily exploit her if left alone." I gave the instructions to my chauffeur in one breath and make a heavy sigh.

"Sir, is everything okay?" His query comes out anxious. I rub my chin feeling uneasy and give a bleak reply. "Yeah everything is fine Harold, just make sure Christina does not leave anywhere. I will call her security and inform the same to them." I tell and cut the call before hearing his reply.

The day I couldn't leave the office early though every cell in me wanted to run home to my wife. Yes I have already come to note Christina as my wife though she is still my fiancée. She rules every bone in my body, the reason for me to smile and all the happiness in my life. Without her I have no existence. I would be a vacant man with an abandoned soul.

Work was busy, seminars on our upcoming projects lined up and meets with the prospective investors took over one after another. As a consequence I couldn't get home before nine in the night. Standing at the foot of our bed I observe my sleeping Angel who was cocooned to one side of our bed with her knees almost touching her chest.

Covering her in a blanket I perceive her adorable sleeping form and remove my tie followed by my coat. I unbutton the first two buttons and fold the sleeves of my white dress shirt below the elbows allowing air to cool my body.

Thanks to Amaira. This is our first fight since our relationship. I am 99.99 percent sure she had seen Christina walk inside my office because her head was facing the CCTV. To create a rift between us she planned all this and kissed me. She is a shameless woman. She can stoop down to any extant to earn back what she lost. She can even sleep with a married man and bring his marriage to derbies if it is for her benefit.

Strange, couples fight shouting and yelling at each other in many homes but I'm fortunate, not even the servants in our home would come to know about our brawl. Our swedges would go in silence with not clairvoyance to a third person.

I took the staircase and reached the kitchen to cook something for the both of us but my wife never fails to amuse me with in her kindness. Even when she is dipped in anger to her neck for me, she would cook because she cannot see me starving.

The dining table was filled with delicious Lamb & Apricot Curry

Cannelloni with Spinach topped and Parmesan Cheese, Boiled Rice. For sweet dish was Cream Pineapple & Kiwi Slices. My mouth watered looking at the tasty dishes as I was dead hungry. I looked for any empty plate in the sink to confirm Chris had her dinner but alas.

One of her favourite techniques for Christina to hurt me is to go starving for hours together. I can bet with anyone on this earth, she wouldn't have had even today's lunch after witnessing the flagrant episode in my office. She won't like seeing me hungry but will execute repeatedly the same terrible act to get me worried.

Serving everything cooked in a plate I hurry up two steps at a time to reach our bedroom. I shook my wife from sleep. As she opens her eyes, at once her beautiful browns start to well tears. "Don't cry my love." I wipe her tears away and make my hand into a fist rubbing it in a circular motion across my chest. It is like you are rubbing around your heart because you are truly sorry.

I mix the curry with brown rice and pull the spoon to her lips. She shook turning her face to a side. I make a crying baby face and bring forward to her mouth the spoon covered with rice. Someone who sees us right now will assume us like kids in the nursery and run away thinking us insane. Well what to say, our fights are unique and placation is no less exclusive.

She opens her lips and I start feeding her in small morsels one after another. After taking two spoons she directs the spoon to my lips. I smile and relish her offering. And just like that our quarrel ends concluding to full blown chuckles.

I felt it necessary for Christina to know about Amaira so that there are no further misunderstandings between us. I took my phone out, wrote everything on it and showed it to Chris.

"Chris, Amaira was my first girl friend in my school when I was sixteenth years old. I loved her with all my heart but unfortunately she did not feel the same for me. She dumped me and insulted my love in front of the whole school taking the pretext of my poverty.

Her father turned out more an evil than her. He was a wealthy businessman and appointed spies around us. Little did he know his daughter did not like me the same way I did to her? Then all these ill feelings could have been avoided.

He came to know about my love proposal through sources and decided to kill me using the excuse of an accident but as fate would have it, I was a lucky bastard. The Martins protected me and after that you know everything about what happened in my life.

I do not have any feelings for Amaira Witmore anymore. The kiss you witnessed in my office was a drama instigated by her to break us apart. I did not initiate the kiss nor did I smooch her. I am yours and only yours. I do not have a place for any other woman in my heart." I tell Chris solemn.

"Why did she come to your office?" She asked me using signs. I sigh and give her another of my narrations. "After what the Witmores did to me I couldn't forgive them. I avenged my anger by bringing them down in their businesses. Amaira came to me acting compadre to win back my sympathy and her company."

"Smart" Chris mutters with no sound from her lips. "Smart and evil" I correct her. She saw you in the CCTV and tried to invoke a war between us. Chris leans in for a kiss but I stop her. "I don't want your rims on the lips that bitch kissed. I will brush my teeth have a shower and come." Walking to the washroom I turn back and wink at Chris. "Want to join me?" The next moment I find a pillow flying but I was on time to evade the hit by shutting the door.

Walking back from the washroom, I pull my wife to my arms. At the touch of my body around her she blossomed like a flower and the incarnation was complete. My heart beat grew faster and faster as her cream face came up looking to me in a carnal interest. It wasn't merely sex but it was a connection of two lonely souls that were incomplete without the other.

She drew me towards her with her enigmatic chocolate brown eyes. I inclined my face toward hers and lay my mouth on hers, which was like a freshly split-open fig. I then smack her lips like an uncontrollable lust filled carnivore. Moving us towards the bed I throw my towel in some corner of the bedroom and climb on top of her. I slide my hand over the leaps and valleys of her feminism and kiss her assertive.

Breathing deeply, I remained standing for the moment and admired her beauty. "Love, are you feeling exhausted or weak. You skipped your lunch..." She stops me placing her index finger on my lips and the rustling of her dress followed in a record speed.

I was on giggles like a little school boy. “Now my dear wife, I would like to say, I would make love to you in every way anatomically possible. After nerve kicking orgasms one after another we were sweating, pulsing and completely sated. I pull Chris to my arms and close my eyes in peace.