Passion games

Chapter 4

As we left the boardroom, my position as a devoted wife had to be present, I took my husband by the arm gently and stared at him,

"Shall we go to lunch honey? I'm starving" I told him, George stared at me too, he was trying to intimidate me, but I wouldn't leave him the task so easy, I hung on his neck and kissed him passionately, I stuck my tongue in his mouth, and I could feel how his bulge tensed in the middle of his legs; apparently my beloved husband's weakness was good s*x. Although I would later find out that I was wrong.

George separated from me, took me by the hand, and like the perfect marriage we appeared to be, we walked all over the leafy corridor of our company, before the envious eyes of many, especially the eyes of his mistress, Yara also worked in our company, as the advertising manager, a position I invented when the very poor thing was starving....

Jeremy was waiting for us in the car as usual, my husband opened the door for me to get in first, and my eyes met with my driver's, since the meeting at the pool, he had tried to avoid my looks, I understood him perfectly, carrying the secrets of this family was impressive, it must also be frustrating to carry his secret and forbidden love for me. "Where do you want to go for lunch dear, is it ok if we go to the big Fallen?" my husband squeezed my hand as he asked me, I could feel that between the two of us there was something else that at first glance was not visible.

"Of course, my love, I love that place, we have great memories" I moved closer and gave him a sweet kiss on his cheek, I tried to run my hand over his crotch so he would remember what had happened at the restaurant, but he stopped it "Is something wrong George?" I asked him confused.

"I'm not in the mood for that now honey, besides Jeremy always has to appreciate our displays of affection" George looked up into the rear-view mirror, taking it for granted that he already knew that the driver was watching us, I removed my hand and pressed my lips together, while Jeremy inevitably blushed.

"I understand you, because of the meeting it's not a good time, but we'll talk about that during lunch" I replied, at the same time my voice also changed to a rougher tone, it wasn't that I always wanted to have s*x, actually I wanted to keep under control the relationship with my traitor of a husband, it was better that he thought I was a stupid girl who knew nothing of everything he did to me and that I was dying to be under him always, and although unconsciously I enjoyed s*x with him, I could never get out of my head his betrayal with my best friend.

For the rest of the ride, it was just cold silence, when we entered the restaurant, the situation was no different, George pulled the chair for me to sit down and then he did it in front of me, I held his gaze, and without restraint I asked him.

"George, we have been married for ten years, do you have something to tell me?"

"Katherine, the embezzlement of the company's funds is something very serious, the shareholders are thinking of taking away their capital, it is not only about the loss of money, but also about the credibility and trust we are giving."

At that instant the waiter arrived with the letter.

"Oh, thank you very much" I said to the guy as I winked at him "honey, I know, but tell me, are you distrusting me?" I looked at him seriously, as I put the food menu on the table in one fell swoop.

"Would I have to distrust?" his tone of voice was more serious and he threw me a look with quite hate; I swallowed saliva, and took a sip of the glass of wine I had in front of me product of my nerves, in that instant I confirmed that a fence of distrust had been created between the two of us, although I knew that he was not the wonderful man he appeared, I was facing something even more serious, something I was completely unaware of.

"No!" I answered smiling to lower my spirits "Of course not" I took the letter again "It's just that the situation also stresses me too much, during the seven years that our company has been growing quite a lot, it has been incredible how we have positioned ourselves, and it really worries me what is happening, the lost figures represent the profits of 6 months of hard work honey."

George kept looking at me in silence, it was as if he was hopelessly suspicious of me, his eyes were so accusing, and the movements of his hands made me nervous, in ten years he had never acted this way with me, for a moment I felt faint.

I put my hand on his cheek and began to caress him gently, then I brought my finger to his mouth and half opened mine, while with my finger I began to run along his lips, I caressed him in an insinuating way, but for the second time he stopped me.

"Do you only think about f*****g Katherine?" he asked me in a cutting tone, I removed my hand from his face and looked at him somewhat distressed.

"s**t I know we have problems! But you're hurting me too much with your indifference George, could you explain to me what's going on?" I told him that simply with the intention of making him feel bad, but that his indifference hurt me wasn't true, that stopped hurting a long time ago.

"Indifference? You only think about f*****g and having s*x all the time, it's because of your professional carelessness that we are immersed in this problem, remember you are the one who manages the accounting department, I've lost my appetite, I'll tell Jeremy to take you."

George got up from the table, leaving me for the first time in ten years, eating lunch alone. damn, now I was the one to blame!

"What, where are you going George? The conversation isn't over" I snorted at him, but my husband left leaving me with the word in my mouth I couldn't shout too much, the restaurant was too fancy a place for such an event, I felt my heart pounding with anger, I wasn't sure if he was like this because of the money, or if he was already rejecting our marriage.

I took a long drink to the glass of wine, however, I ordered a good plate and had lunch alone, someone had to get me out of the doubt of what was going on with my husband, and if there was someone who knew that information very well, it was his best friend James Polat, who would not refuse to tell me in exchange for a good f**k.