3. Joanne
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I left the room in a hurry after getting dressed.
Everything ached. Obviously it did. He was huge.
"Joanne!"
I turned to the source of the voice and was shocked to see Stella. In my house. Mansion. Whatever.
"Stella, what are you doing here?" I asked, clearing my throat because it was still hoarse from all the drinking and dehydration.
Stella looked worried for a moment before she burst out laughing.
"What?" I asked her.
She shook her head. "Oh nothing, I was thinking for a moment that maybe you were sick and you lost your voice. But I figured it was normal after all the screaming you did."
I looked at her confused. "Did I fight with someone while drunk?" I asked.
Shit, was I in trouble?
She burst out into another fit of giggles.
"I know you live in this huge mansion alone with your husband." She laughed. "But you really need to get your bedroom door soundproofed."
I felt my cheeks burn as the realization hit me. I had screamed. Last night. In pleasure. With Alexander.
"Oh my god," I mumbled, my hand flying to cover my mouth. "I need to go."
Stella's laughter followed me as I rushed to my room, shutting the door and leaning against it. I was mortified.
My first time with my husband, and I had been so out of it that I had screamed like that?
I felt embarrassment and anger. Anger at myself for being so vulnerable and at Alexander for being so... so... everything.
I slapped my forehead. My colleague was at my house. I was supposed to be a decent host.
I swallowed my pride and stepped back outside.
"Come on," I called out to Stella, trying to compose myself, "Let's get some breakfast."
Her eyes sparkled with amusement, but she followed me to the kitchen, and we sat down at the grand dining table. The breakfast had been already laid out so we started on it in silence. But I felt my cheeks flaming red every time she glanced at me.
"Good morning." Alexander walked in in a suit.
I stiffened at the sight of him, trying to ignore the way my body responded to his presence. "Morning," I mumbled, focusing on my plate.
Alexander's eyes flicked from me to Stella, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Ah, Stella, we met briefly yesterday. I hope you had a good rest at our house." He sat down next to me, leaning towards me and pressing his lips to my temple. I stiffened further - I didn't even know that was possible.
"Good morning, Mr. Knight," Stella said, her voice a tad too cheerful. "I had the most... enlightening evening." She winked at me, and I wanted to sink into the floor.
"Enlightening how?" He looked between her and me.
"Well," she took a bite of her toast, "I had no idea how... passionate you two were. Just yesterday, I had asked her if she was actually married."
Alexander's gaze remained on me, his smirk growing. "Is that so?" He took a sip of his coffee, his eyes gleaming. "You never corrected her doubts? Darling?"
I glared at Stella, willing her to stop her teasing, but she was clearly enjoying herself too much.
"It's nothing," I murmured, stabbing a piece of egg with my fork. "Stella and I like to yap."
Alexander chuckled, "It sounded like more than yapping to me. Were you badmouthing me?"
I rolled my eyes. "If I want to badmouth you, I will do it to your face."
Stella chuckled into her coffee, clearly enjoying the tension. "Well, it sure was something. I thought the house was going to come down."
"Stella!" I hissed.
"What? I'm just saying what I heard."
"Finish your food so that I can drop you off." I gritted out.
Stella took one more bite and wiped her mouth. "Okay, okay," she said, standing up. "We will get going then. I need to catch up on my sleep." She winked.
I glared at her as I pushed back the chair and got up.
"See you soon, Stella." Alexander said.
"Sure. Let's just hope I would never have to stay overnight again." She laughed.
I was never going to live this down, was I?
As we walked to the door, she whispered to me, "He is really something, Jo. You are one lucky girl."
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Should I call it good luck or bad, but Alexander was gone when I got back. And I didn't see him for another two weeks.
Where did he run off to?
I didn't care.
And this was not the first time he was gone like this.
In fact, he was never here.
So why the f**k did I jump off my bed and ran to the window when I heard the honk of a car?
It was him.
Alexander.
Why do I care?
It's not like he cared about me.
If he had cared about me, he would have at least called to tell me where he was. At least texted me. At the very least, emailed me.
Ugh, I don't care!
I need to stop acting like a lovesick teenager over a s*x that I can't even remember.
I watched him step out of the car.
The first thing he did was look up at my window.
I ducked.
It was dumb because he had already seen me but I had done it on impulse. I crawled on my knees to the side and got up, rushing to turn off the light.
It was childish.
But I didn't know what else to do.
I climbed back onto my bed and covered myself with my duvet, picking up my phone to continue scrolling through i********:.
But my thoughts and heart were racing.
Why was he back?
I hadn't seen him for weeks, and suddenly, he just waltzes in like he owns the place. Which, technically, he did.
But what was his deal?
I knew he was busy with his 'complicated' business. But not even a single text?
Well, when had he ever send a text before?
I decided that I would ignore him, just like he ignored me.
I was an i***t if I thought a night of s*x changed anything that had not changed in two years of marriage.
But why did it feel like it had changed me?
Ugh, I hated this.
There was a knock on the door that made me jump.
"Who is it?" I called out.
"Who do you think?" His reply was sarcastic.
I rolled my eyes.
I was not going to open the door.
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