Love, Lust, and Luxury

CHAPTER TWO

Liam allowed the water splash on his face as he scrubbed softly, applying Amelia's face wash lavishly to his face. The face wash smelt like vanilla. He scrubbed the rest of his body and stepped out. He needed food and his wife, he couldn't remember the last time they'd been intimate. The past few weeks he had been coming home late at night and blaming it on work. He understood but most days he just wished he'd come back early, he did today and he wasn't going to miss the opportunity.

He stopped the shower and stepped out, he patted his body dry, got into comfy shorts and a singlet then he padded down the hall to the dining. He was about to call to her when he noticed her sitting on the chair at the dining, her left finger nails in her mouth . Liam slowed down and observed her, she was nervous, she only chewed her fingernails when she was upset or nervous.

She hadn't noticed he stepped in so he moved closer to her. She was staring into an empty space. He Wondered if it was the call she received. He sat on the chair next to her and watched her face brighten.

"Call from work?" He asked, nudging at the phone in the sitting room.

"A message, instead" she replied and started dishing the food. It was pasta, he realized. Smiling sheepishly, he tugged at her gown

"You made my favorite" he mumbled.

"Yes baby, been a while. Right?" She smiled at him and he felt his heart become warm. He loved her. Smacking her round buttocks, he grabbed his utensils and started to eat. He fed her at intervals as she didn't serve herself.

Occasionally, he caught the filter of pain and worry flash through her eyes. He didn't want to ask, she had always confided in him. He decided to wait till she was ready to talk about whatever was disturbing her. It was probably still from the absence of children. They'd done all they could even as far as an IVF just to ensure she had a baby, but nothing had worked out. He rolled pasta on his fork and dipped it into her mouth. She smiled as she ate. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever met. Getting married to her has still been one of the best thing to ever happen to him and he couldn't really imagine a life without her.

They ate in silence and he waited as she cleared the dishes watching her every move like a painter observing his painting. She murmured something about wanting to do something with else with a "will you wait for me upstairs", so he went to the room. He sat down with his laptop to beat idleness. He still had a plan to create, Even though he was one of the richest men in the world, he still wasn't lazy.

His phone buzzed and he glanced at it. It was his mum, he frowned slightly as he picked it up. He clicked on a button and placed it close to his ear.

"Yes? Why are you calling this late, ma'am?" He asked trying not to sound rude. They'd not been on good terms since he got married to Amelia, she almost never called him. He had every right to ignore the call but he wouldn't deny her the respect she deserved as a mum.

"How are your kids?" His mum asked sarcastically.

"What happened, ma?" He asked , he had to keep his composure, there really was no need to get angry.

He listened to her laugh hysterically before talking amidst laughs. "You married a man! A ..... Fucking..... man"

Liam paused for a moment as he tried not to get angry at what she just said. She had disliked Amelia as far as he could remember, he didn't know if it was become she was from a poor background. Things had gotten worse when after two years too, Amelia had not conceived. He was the heir. Not having a child spelt trouble. His inheritance could be passed on to his sister's husbands.

He was thinking of a reply when Amelia walked in. She glanced briefly at him as she sat at the vanity table to do her skincare for the night. Amelia had always knew his mum despised her, infact she always blamed herself for the cold shoulder she always got from his family members. The issue he had with her was she beats herself up over everything... Down to her inability to conceive.

He didn't want that. His mum was still laughing on the other end, he had many questions but now wasn't the right time.

"Let me call you tomorrow morning" he told his mum.

"Okay. Don't forget to call me, my regards to your male lover" she muttered and hung up before he could say a word. Amelia turned to look at him and she had a weird look on her face.

Was that suspicion? She turned back to her table before he could process his thoughts. He dropped his phone and walked towards her. She applied the last cream and faced him.

"Is everything alright?" She mumbled as she grabbed the rope at the waistband of his boxers.

He smiled cocky as he stared at her body. The gown wasn't covering much and he could see her n*****s through the clothing. He placed his hands on her shoulder and raised her up. She bit her lower lip and he groaned. She was doing this intentionally, trying to get him in the mood.

He dragged her softly and pushed her on the bed. She laughed and got under the blankets. Forgetting about the call, he slided in beside her, the blanket covering his legs. She had her back to him so he had no choice but to hug her..... Raising her gown up to touch her breasts, he cupped it and kissed her neck. She sighed softly and he pulled her closer.

She was so warm to touch, her skin was as smooth as a baby's. He couldn't expect less, she paid keen attention to her skin. He fondled her breasts as her sighs turned into little moans.

He turned her to face him, she stared into his eyes and he felt something strange, they'd held gazes again and again but this felt really different. He forced himself to stop fondling her breasts and touched her face

"Is there a problem?" He asked her, despite been married for 2 years, she still was shy and gentle when they were intimate.

"There's nothing" she replied, dropping her gaze to stare at the now very visible bulge in his boxers. She smiled and moved closer to him. He held her hands as she made to touch him.

"The look in your eyes, I know what that is. Do you suspect me?"

She groaned in a frustrated tone and turned away from him. "Is there a reason to suspect you…?" She replied almost snapping at him.

" No, of course not but I can read you like a magazine, Amelia" His voice softened, he was intentional about clearing whatever doubt she had. His ex girlfriend had looked at him few weeks before they broke up. He had cheated on her and somehow she caught on. She had that same look in her eyes so he understood it, only this time he hadn't done anything stupid.

"There's nothing!" Amelia snapped now.

He felt his heart beat get faster as he watched her leave the room. "Perhaps you should sleep alone" she snapped again before slamming the door in her wake.

Amelia walked into the guest room and clicked it shut. She crouched and burst into tears. She tapped at her chest as she felt her heart pound fast. He was cheating on her, she could tell.

The call he hung up on immediately she came in must have been one of his mistresses. She squeezed her breasts, still feeling his fingers on them. She sighed as she covered her body. His mum hated him, he had cheated. What more reason to leave.? She had more than enough. She made up her mind there and then to file for a divorce.