Make Him Bleed or Yearn

12

Gaston POV:

It’s been five minutes since I sent the text to Diana, and the wait feels longer than it should. I can’t shake the image of her face from earlier,the way her shoulders sagged, the way disappointment sat heavy in her eyes when the deal collapsed. She tried to hide it, but I saw it anyway. She cared. Anyone with half a heart would have noticed the tears she fought back, the way she blamed herself for something that was never her fault.

I’m staring at my phone when the door bursts open.

Rebecca storms in, the air in the room tightens immediately.

“How could you?” she yells, “How could you lose a deal like that?”

I shut my eyes and roll onto my side, turning my back to her. Mother already had her turn tearing into me. I don’t have the patience for this too.

“I’m not in the mood right now,” I say, my voice flat, hoping that’s enough.

Ofcourse she wouldn’t take the hint, She marches into my line of sight, plants her hands on her waist, and stares down at me like I’m a child who failed an exam. “You had everything handed to you. Everything. What could’ve possibly gone wrong?”

“I said I don’t want to talk about it,” I snap, the frustration spilling over. “Are you deaf?”

My tone made her startled, Rebecca stiffens, clearly startled by my tone. Her mouth opens, then closes. For once, she has nothing to say.

I exhale and soften my voice just enough to keep this from exploding further. “Let’s not talk about it until I’m ready. Is that okay?”

She grabs a towel with more force than necessary and slams the door behind her.

The quiet that follows feels like relief.

I reach for my phone again and there it is. A message from Diana. I hastily clicked it in excitement.

‘I’m okay, Sir’ that's all she texted.

Yet that’s all it took to lift my mood.

“I don’t want you feeling sad about today”, I type back. “None of this was your fault.”

I stare at the screen, waiting. My heart beats faster than it should. Every time I’m near her, something inside me eases. I catch myself stealing glances at her during meetings, watching the way she works, the way she moves. She’s dazzling without trying.

I scrolled through my phone flipping through the pictures I had of her, just to remember her.

Staring at her made me hard, I have dreamed of times when our bodies would collide.

The bathroom door suddenly opens.

Rebecca steps out wearing a red lingerie she definitely didn’t go in with. She leans against the wall, arms crossed loosely, eyes locked on me. The color suits her, but it does nothing for my body.

I don’t look up. I check my phone again. Still nothing from Diana.

The mattress dips slightly at the edge of the bed as Rebecca moves closer, to me. I catch the scent of her perfume before I feel her fingers trace lightly over my arm.

“You know,” she says softly, leaning in,

“it’s been a long time since we enjoyed ourselves.”

I stay still.

“Why don’t I help you?” she continues, her fingers brushed my shirt as she starts to unbutton it. “Help you forget the long day you had.”

I turn my head and meet her eyes, my expression empty. “I told you I wasn’t in the mood.”

She grumbles.

“You are not in the mood to have s*x with your wife, when will you ever be in the mood?” She doesn't take in a good way, her voice rising once again like a siren in my ears.

“Can you control yourself for once?” I say, pushing her hands away as I sit up. “All I want is a good night’s rest. Is that too much to ask from my wife?”

She stumbles back onto the bed, sitting on her knees. She runs her fingers through her hair.

“Are you serious right now?” she scoffs. “When was the last time we were together, Gaston? Our honeymoon? A year ago?” her voice began faltering.

“Why are you doing this to me, am I not attractive to you anymore?” Her face grew puffy in no time.

I expected nothing less from a drama queen.

I shifted my gaze from her, keeping my head straight.

“How long are you going to keep acting like this?” She questioned.

All I could think about was Diana and why she hadn’t texted yet.

“Did I do anything wrong to offend you, is that it? or is it because of that secretary of yours. Have you grown attached to her that you don’t want me anymore?” her words caught me and I turned back to face her.

“How insensitive can you be?” I snapped. “From the moment you walked in, I asked for peace. That’s all. Instead, you nag and accuse me. What more do you want from me?” I yelled in frustration.

“I want my husband to touch me,” she screams in my face. “To love me.”

“Must it be now?” I ask, glancing at my phone again, barely listening anymore.

“Yes,” she insists.

“Just because you’re in the mood doesn’t mean I am,” I reply, “I can’t force something that isn’t there.

I cannot force myself to work for you” I replied. I couldn’t tell her that I wasn’t attracted to her anymore, that I couldn’t bear to see her face.

She reminded me of a painful past each time I see her face.

“That’s the problem” she cried out, “You are never in the mood, almost like you hate me and want nothing to do with me. I am your Wife Gaston, you can’t keep acting this way with me.

You can’t keep acting like we are stranger when we are married.

Or have you forgotten that we are married?” she pulled closer to touch me but I pulled away.

“You see what I mean” she let out from my reaction.

“I had a long day and I just need to rest” I turned away from her.

My phone buzzes at that moment s d I reach for it, knowing its a response from Diana. which makes my heart jumps.

But Rebecca snatches it from my hand before I can grab it.

For a second, everything freezes, and I know this is about to get much worse.