“Why not? I really want to be done with this. Let’s leave it behind us for good.”
She reluctantly nods. I walk us back to the bed, locking the door. Once she plops down, I sit beside her and grasp her hand. That’s when my gaze drops to my phone. Sara would have surely texted, thanking me for the gift. So far, with just my kids around, there was no issue with her texting me any time. They would never bother to look at my phone. But Cecilia would. Not that she would doubt me, but her curiosity would make her check and I can’t really risk that.
“Tell me,” she asks, facing me. “What actually transpired between you both?”
“We were pretty close. When I was with her, it was just her. I was actually exclusive with her. Wait, let me start from start. I met her in some show. We instantly clicked and had sex in the parking lot. Didn’t think I would see her again. I wasn’t ever a relationship guy, but like fate had it, we met up in a pub just few days later. She was single and I wanted another go with her. So it began. We kept screwing one another every chance we got, but we never spoke about our feelings. She was aware that I was just with her and though there was no commitment as such, even she came to a similar understanding.”
“How long did it go on far?” Insecurity and jealousy is expected, but I’ll convince her of my present non-existent feelings for her sister.
“Two years and that gave us a lot of time to get to know one another. In fact, I believed I knew her in and out. I was serious about her and had started to fall for her too. Unlike me, she not only returned my feelings, she was pretty vocal about it too. For the kind of people we were back then, that’s as much love we could feel or give. But we were kept in dark about the plans your grandma had made with my dad. He was her student and they respected each other a lot. He was her favorite and when she learned that you and I were going to the same university, she really hoped we would grow close and start dating. She was never much fond of Serena knowing how she was, but she liked you. That’s why she even introduced us. But back then, if I remember right, you were into this other guy and you were pretty serious about him.”
“I did find you hot back then.” She chuckles and her face heats up. “And if it weren’t for that other guy who soon after ended up breaking my heart, I would have actually dated you and knowing you, just to respect your dad’s words, you wouldn’t outright refuse me either. I would have eventually won you over.”
“Nice confidence,” I remark. “That would have surely been interesting but it didn’t turn out that way at all. I got serious with your sister and went ahead to even propose her. She didn’t twice before accepting. I took that as a positive sign to start dreaming of my life with her.”
“She never told me all this. I had no idea that guys had made wedding plans and all.”
“I figured. It would have been very convenient for her to not mention all this. She would have just told we had something going on. But she chose to ditch me in the end moment, which pissed me off.”
“She did say something like that,” she huffs. “I’m sorry, Nate. I should have asked you a lot sooner.”
“It doesn’t matter now, it’s just a thing of the past, but let me complete. I was truly happy after she agreed to my proposal, felt like I could actually settle down in life. But suddenly out of the blue she comes and tells me that she’s not ready for marriage. She was having second thoughts, arguing that she wanted to travel the world and grow in her career. Only when I ran into you, asking about her, did I learn that she was seeing another guy. Her dad’s rich bachelor friend who was nearly fifteen years elder to her. I finally understood her motives and confronted her about it. She admitted the truth and even went on to say that, it would just be for a year or so and when she’d get enough money out of him, she would leave him for me. I was beyond pissed at that time.”
“And that’s when I came into the picture.” Her voice gives away her melancholy. But the hard truth is yet to surface.
“Yeah. You had a nasty break-up and I was far too pissed, so with a little push from my dad, I befriended you and started hanging out. But I never saw you as more than a friend. Then your grandma’s health worsened and it was her wish to see you get married and settled down. She knew how lonely you were.”
“Honestly, I was so fed up back then. Heartbroken. Hurt. Didn’t want to fall in love ever again, but still I had hopes left for a family. So, when my grandma suggested your name, I actually started considering it. You had always been nice and sweet to me, and I didn’t know how serious you were with Serena, but I was aware that she had clearly moved on.”
“When I was posed the same question, I didn’t think straight before agreeing. The only thought in my head was my wish to avenge Serena. See her in pain. Make her realize what she has lost to her own sister. I was stupid, immature, fueled by fire alone. I didn’t even consider the backsplash it would have in your life. I fucked up big time, Cecilia. I’ll always be sorry for that.” My voice cracks with the last line but I still keep it together.
“I…I kind of suspected it.” She sobs again, but I don’t look at her. Our hands are still clasped. That’s a good sign. “I mean, I could see that you still had the likes for my sister, but I was glad that you didn’t give me any false hopes back then. You told you would be a responsible husband, meet all my demands and try your best to keep me happy, but I shouldn’t expect any fairy-tale love story. I agreed to all that. I wasn’t looking for such love either. I just wanted to settle down.”
“Yeah.” I scratch my jaw. “What affected me most was that even after our wedding, despite having issues of our own, though we kept a happy face in front of our family, Serena never reacted. Only after your grandma passed away and the both of you inherited her wealth did I learn that a clause in her will clearly stated that, only after your marriage will either of you have any claim over the inheritance. Serena’s motive was solely money and yet again, I was fooled and played with.”
“Even I wasn’t aware of it then,” she defends, raising her voice. “I didn’t marry you for the money and I’m just glad that even after learning the truth, and your two drunken night mistakes, you still made that promise to me and lived up to it. I’m really glad about that, Nathan and see it all paid off. Now we are a happy family.”
I respond with a warm smile. So far it was, but not anymore. When Cecilia is finally happy, how can I crush her hopes? But am I even capable of letting go of Sara?
Resting her head on my shoulder, she rubs my arm. “All’s well that ends well, right? Let us let go of the past and never bring it up again.”
“Sure. I will be happy to do that.”
“I love you,” she says boldly, meeting my eyes. Before I can respond, she leans forward and presses her lips to mine. I open my mouth to her and we kiss slowly. I did miss this physical proximity with my wife. It’s what I was familiar with for all these years. Though it wasn’t my style, I had grown used to it.
“I missed this, Nathan.” Her other hand traverses my chest, dropping down to my waist. “The warmth of your body. The way you make me forget. The way I lose myself in you.”
I push her onto her back as I lay atop her. “I need you, Nathan. You don’t belong to my sister anymore. She has no rights over you. You are mine and mine alone.”
Am I? Am I solely hers anymore?
Seeing the heat in her gaze and her desperation for my body, I don’t hold back either. Pulling my tee over my head, I throw it aside. Eyeing me greedily, she makes quick work of her shirt and pants. As I go for my undershirt, she sits up and helps me. As I start to pull my undershirt, she unbuttons and unzips my pants. I let it brunch to my ankles and then I step out of it. I hover over her again. All she has on is her pink flowery bra and matching panties. Seeing her in this minimal clothing, waiting impatiently for me and writhing on the bed, gives me the much needed hard-on.
“Take me,” she begs. Thar’s all I had to hear. Without wasting any more time, I yank her bra down. Her boobs spill out and I bury my head
between them, while my knees rest between her open thighs, my hands pressing on her clit through her soaked panties.
I suck on her nipple, while my hand slips inside her panties, finding her wet spot. It’s all good and I’m in my element until I lift my head to see her. That’s when the whole dynamic changes. Though her lips are mouthing her state of arousal, it’s not those words that I hear.
Nathan, I honestly believe me no one in this whole wide world can love you as much as I do. Not even your wife. She might like you a lot, but does she know the real you? Can she love you with all your flaws?
It’s Sara’s words that repeatedly ring in my ears. Her admission of her undying love for me.
Nathan, it’s you who I love. It’s not about sex, position or power. It’s the horny teenager inside of you, the kid with a contagious laugh, and the man with many years of experience and wisdom. I like the whole of you.
I close my eyes, trying to shut her words, her voice, and her face but still, I can’t. It’s too much. It feels like my whole body, heart and mind have been seized by her and try as I might, I can’t overpower her hold.
“Nate,” she pleads, cupping my cheeks. “Are you alright?”
It’s not Cecilia’s touch that can soothe my body. No. My body is a beast that is craving for Sara’s touch. It has to be her and only her. I want to feel her naked skin, see how her body fits with mine and impale her hard and fast before making sweet love.
But I don’t let Cecilia see my vulnerability. Instead, I nod my head and get rid of her panties. Plunging my fingers into her folds, I ensure that she is wet before driving into her. My thrusts are fast and wild. Something that she’s not too familiar with, but she doesn’t hold back. Gripping my shoulders tight, she bucks her hips, meeting me for every thrust.
It’s not long before my dick throbs, triggering an impeding release and yet when I will myself to look at her, I see Sara smiling back at me.
Even if my love for you is unrequited, I can still scream from the rooftops that I love you.
My love for you is not the one that would die with time or age. It will live on. Forever.
It’s Sara’s plump lips that I see part in arousal. Her cheeks warm as blush sweeps her face. Chestnut hair frames her face while her eyes roll back, glowing with ecstasy. I snap out of it and see my wife smiling for me, lost in her own ecstasy, urging me with come with her.
“Are we good?” I ask, my dick growing still inside of her. I can still pull out.
“Yeah,” she barely nods and I take that as my cue. With another deep thrust, I release inside of her. She yelps out and I drown her scream with my kiss. It’s forceful. Far from being slow and intimate and yet it feels right. It’s the only way I can truly stay here in this moment, connected to her without thinking of my girl.
My Girl. That’s what Sara is to me and I don’t think that will ever change.
“Nate,” Cecilia calls out as I pull out of her.
“Yeah,” I grunt out, too conflicted to hold a proper conversation.
“We will never change. Whatever and however we are, we are perfect.”
The truth is far from it. When the actual perfection is within my grasp and I have lived it for two months now, can I actually turn my face away from it and be satisfied with what I believed was good enough for me for so many years?
But that’s also the rule of life. We never actually get what we desire the most. We are just teased with it and left to watch helplessly as it slips away from our fingers.
“Yeah, we are,” I lie and hug her tight. That’s all I can do. Pretend everything is fine until I start believing it too.
Chapter 19
Sara
I refresh and update my mailbox with high hopes that I will have a reply to my mail but sadly there is no new email from him. I have been doing this for an hour now and with every passing minute, the hopes of him actually replying is diminishing. It’s very unlike Nathan to not reply to my emails. Even if I send it at late night or early morning, I always get his reply within few hours. So far, there has not been a single time he hasn’t replied to me, but it’s been a whole day and yet there is no response. That’s unusual to say the least.
I also have more supporting evidence. It’s been three days since my birthday. Three days since I confessed my feelings for him and received a beautiful gift from him. Spending on diamonds might not be a big deal for Nate, but for me- it means the world. Not just because it’s the costliest gem stone, but more because Nate was the one who took his time in shopping for the design. And it’s perfect. His choice can never be wrong. He knows my taste well and that’s exactly why he this particular piece. It shaped in form of a butterfly with ruby coated wings and diamonds in the center. I lift it to my eyes and trail my hands along the intricate design. Nate made by day by gifting this to me when I least expected it. The fact that he even remembered my birthday was a big deal for me. But sadly after receiving the gift, I didn’t get a chance to thank him at all. I didn’t risk sending a message knowing that with his wife around, he would expect me to be more cautious before making any move. That’s why I dropped a good mail to him yesterday. Thanking him and expressing how much I loved it. I asked few questions about it too, but he never got back with any answers. No message, no email and no Skype pings.
Unable to stop myself anymore, I type a new reminder mail and sent it atop my old one.
Subject: Gentle reminder.
Hi Mr. Too Busy to reply,
I get that you’re really busy and would have tons of mails piled up in your mail box. So in case you missed my previous mail, you can read it now and revert.
In case you are really busy to even reply (highly unlikely), please give me a heads up and let me know about it. At least then I won’t keep waiting at the edge of my seat for your reply.
Thanks,
The girl patiently and eagerly waiting for your reply.
As soon as I send the mail, I get a popup notifying me that Nathan is now online. I wait with baited breath for any form of response or acknowledgement. Ten minutes pass in silence with no new development. After that I do receive a mail from him, but it’s work related and addressed to Diana. I had given him enough time to read and reply. It’s pretty clear that he’s been ignoring me on purpose.
Fuming with anger, I open my Skype chat with him and ping him.
Hello, Nathan Bankers. Care to at least reply here?
Impatiently, I drum my fingers against the table. This is so not like Nate. What has gotten into him?
I hear my name being called out as he starts to type. I turn towards Diana with a frown. “Can you give me two minutes? I’ll get back to you.”
She huffs, rolling her eyes. “Meet me at the breakout. I need to talk to you.”
“Sure.” I nod. Diana and I chit chat quite a bit, but she doesn’t usually take breaks at such peak office hours.
I finally get Nate’s reply. Instead of putting a smile on my face like it normally does, it just makes me frown.
Busy now. There’s a lot going on. Pyl.
That’s it? When did Nate become so busy and dismissive? He can surely spend five minutes for a conversation.
I just close his chat, lock my laptop and head to the breakout area in search of Diana.
I find her in front of the IPTV, sipping her usual green tea. She looks up at me as I take the sear across hers.
“Coffee for you?” She asks knowingly. Coffee has always been my go-to drink, but right now I don’t think even coffee can help in calming my nerves.
“I’ll pass.” I cross my legs and lean back. Maybe some girl gossip can help me take my mind off Nathan.
“It’s actually about Nathan,” she tells slowly. I spoke too soon. Hearing his name gives wings to my heart, but right now it’s not about to take flight. It’s weighed down by his mood swings and dismissive attitude.
“What about him?” I try to sound indignant.
“He sounded pretty pissed at you in yesterday’s call.
Did he talk to you after it? You hadn’t joined the call, so you wouldn’t know.”
Where is this coming from? Nathan was angry with me? What did I do?
“I’ve no idea. I mean, I had my reasons not to join, but what did he say?”
Oh god. Once I don’t attend stand-up and Nathan makes such a big deal of it? Only if he were to know the reason. My sister had called me, informing me about a flash sale for all branded stuffs. I wanted to gift Nathan something and I knew that he buys only branded goods. So I just thought of making best of the sale and left in a hurry.
“He was angry about one of the communications that you had sent to the business prior to his approval. Apparently, it was wrong and led to a lot of confusion. He had to attend a long call to clear the issue.”
But I had sent that communication after I received a mail from them. Granted, Nate wasn’t copied in that, but he was aware of the changes. I should have asked once, but the customers were in a hurry, so I took the call and acted on it.
“Was he really very angry?” I ask, sighing. I didn’t see this coming at all. Is that why Nathan was being so cold to me?
“It’s not unusual for us to see him like that. But it was the first time he was so annoyed with you. He wanted to question you about it, but you weren’t even present in the call, so that riled him more. He was just pissed that he had to clean up the mess that you had created. And he went on to even say that before you communicate anything to business, we are supposed to be reviewing it once.”
First I was sad that unknowingly I caused him trouble, but now I’m just pissed.
“He actually shouted at me?” I ask with my own nostrils flaring.
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