Thorns of Roses

Euphoria (Part 2)

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To the Bone-Ysabelle

CHAPTER 61

CORINNE

That morning in Vegas, I was the first one to wake up.

Hundreds of missed calls and text combined coming from Diesel and Carina from last night, I chuckle looking at they’re text messages to me. But on the last part, they told me that they were going to enjoy the Vegas night alone with each other, and that made me smile, because Blaze and I got to enjoy our first Vegas night together.

Even if we were just locked in our hotel room, kissing and cuddling with each other. This is the most perfect definition of a Vegas night for me. We fell asleep hugging each other watching breaking bad. The night is simple for other people, but for me it is beyond the word perfect can define. I was just hoping that Blaze felt the same way about last night too.

I savor the Vegas morning to look at my husband's very gentle and peaceful face. Another perfect moment in Vegas. My only wish is that the famous saying "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas" does not happen to us. I want him to remember our happy moment wherever he goes. I want him to see how we made each other happy, even for the short time I had. I feel that I won't be around Blaze forever. Because until now I still carry the worry that any minute, any hour or any day Hannah can come back into his life.

I want him to choose me.

Even if it breaks my friend’s heart.

I want him to love him and need me.

I know it may sound selfish, but all I want right now is him. After I get back the freedom, I had been longing for so long that he’s the one who helps me get it, the next thing I want beside that freedom is his love, his heart.

I want it to beat for me, I want him to see only me.

His eyes snapped open and I didn’t find a way to remove my gaze away from him. I want him to see that I am appreciating him.

“Enjoying the view?” he smirks as he put his arms around me again, making me so close to him.

Skin to skin, touch by touch.

“What are we?” That’s the first sentence I had in mind when I looked into his eyes and wanted to ask him so badly.

His face turns serious as he looks at me, in my eyes. As if he’s finding a perfect word to say as to what we are.

He put his nose on my nose, touching it with his softly and I closed my eyes. Relaxing on his hold.

“You are my wife.” He said, I open my eyes and smiled at him, that’s enough guarantee for what we are right now.

At least, he’s seeing me as his wife, his woman. Not just some random woman who he needs to marry because of conveniences, right?

Maybe, this is just one of the many things I loved about him. The man has a lot going on his mind, and you wouldn’t even find even a single clue on what it is.

He’s a mystery, a closed book I wanted to open and read out loud. A deep ocean, I wanted to dive in and get drowned into.

“Say something,” He kissed me on my nose and I giggle as he squeezed my butt cheeks.

“I love being your wife.” I told him.

He smiled, his eyes were still closed “You do?”

I nod and kissed his chin “I do.”

We didn’t say another word as we kissed each other passionately this time.

The rest of our vacation, we decided to spend time with Die and Carina.

All of us is having a good time from jumping to one Casino to the next not worrying about spending so much money.

Carina and I shop for new clothes, bags and shoes with our husbands with us. As much as possible I didn’t want to use the black card that Blaze gave me, but he’s the one who insist that I had to buy something to wear for the annual exhibit.

He’s the one who chose the perfect dress for me to wear on that day, and I couldn’t even protest because I know that day will be special, at least for me.

He chose a long dress that meets my feet and it was tight fitting on my frame, it is a long sleeve but the front of the dress reveals half of my frontal view. It gave me a very sophisticated yet sexy point of view to wear. I love the dress already.

On our last night in Vegas. We party until the sun rises. In their reasons, we have our own private jet to bring us home safe in New York.

And so, all I did was to enjoy the moment with him, with them. With the people I care and love the most.

Later that night, Blaze holds my hands out of the crowd while I am dancing with Carina. He led me into back door of that bar, and have everyone leave the area, surprisingly, they did. That means they knew Blaze from here too?

He leaned me on the wall and kissed me that he knows will perfectly made me drop my knees for him, so I just did.

I drop onto my knees, opening his jeans for him while he’s just standing there, leaning his tall frame on the wall watching me on my knees and I take him in whole. Swallowing his hard shaft full.

He growls and I moan.

Every time we’re getting s****l with each other, it’s like there’s a friction flowing between us that made us perfectly synchronized. Every moan, every word and every move we did, we synchronized with each other perfectly.

After I swallow his c*m, he was the one who went down on me, just like the night of the party.

He eats me alive, and I wanted it.

My mind was blown and my chest heaving by the pleasure he’s willing to give me.

And he also did the same for me. he swallows me whole. And I couldn’t feel dirtier and satisfied at the same time.

I am sure now, that he is the Devil lurking in the center of the earth making people especially me screams out your dirtiest and intimate desires.

The day we got home in New York, the whole day we just eat and sleep. Gaining each other's strength again. But in the middle of my good sleep that night, I felt him get up and put on his black hoodie that I often see him wearing when he leaves at night. He leans closer to kiss me on my forehead "Just going to get some air, be back before you even know it." Instead of saying nothing, I kissed him on his lips and nodded my head and pretended I was fast asleep to care where he was going. But deep inside, I can't get out of my mind the jealousy and overthinking that we might go back to the way we used to be the moment we get back here in New York. And who and where does he go in the middle of the night? It could have been Hannah, there is no other reason or business for him to leave in the middle of the night and pretend like nothing happened in the morning.

I don't know how long I will be able to do what I am doing now, but as long as I can I will not stop. I'm not giving up hope that we'll have a chance. I will not give up on having a happy family and life with the man I love the most. Until I can turn a blind eye to what is happening, I will. As long as I can take the pain on my own, I will take it. As long as he is with me, as long as I am with him and he comes home to me. No one else would matter.

That morning, I was the one who wakes up early but I didn’t sleep that night. When I heard him open the door, I pretended that I was sleeping, but I am not. I am waiting for him to come home, I looked at the clock, it says three o’ clock, every night he leaves, he will come home the same time.

Instead of ruining the day for us, I get up early and be the one to cook us breakfast. He had a class today and a football practice, and tonight is my annual exhibition that he promised that no matter he would be there for me. to clap for my victory proudly. And I take his word for it.

I heard him shuffling inside our bedroom and I took a very deep breath to face and talk to him like last night didn’t kill me.

As soon as he opened the bedroom door, it’s like every step he made upstairs, I count until he gets down here.

And when he does, he did the usual, but different this time. Before, he’s walking close to me and help me fix the plates we will use for breakfast, but today is different, he circles his hands on my waist, kisses me on my neck sweetly and praising how good the smell of the food I just cook.

It’s different. We’re different.

“Are you excited tonight?” He sat down as I start pouring him the breakfast I just cook, and he’s smiling at me so brightly but I noticed that he’s flinching from time to time.

But I didn’t say other word, instead I smiled at him and pretended nothing is bothering me “So much, promise me you would be there.”

He gets my hands and kissed it, the one I am wearing our wedding ring with. “I promise, I will.”

The gesture made me forget every pain and anxiety I had last night.

“You will be nailed it, everyone in that museum. You’ll be the best.”

I smiled at him and kissed his forehead “Thank you.”