Love And Secrets

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Alexandre's POV

“You're not going back to your bride?” Dmitri shouted over the loud music buzzing through the speakers.

“I'm pretty sure, Bertha is taking good care of her” I replied as a brunette dressed in a tube sat on his thighs and disgustingly ground into him.

I stare at my watch reading eleven thirty and twirl the whiskey in my cup. I wonder what Yasmin would be doing right now, probably pacing and waiting up for me like a worried wife.

Watching Dimitri and the brunette slut go at it makes me disgusted at the same time aroused.

“Get a room man, I'll be heading out now” I patted him on the back and took the last gulp of my drink. “Don't be an asshole.” The brunette riding his thigh smiled at his comment before adding, “It's not her fault she’s stuck with a grade-A asshole like you.”

If only he knew

My teeth clenched.

Whether I liked her or not wasn't his business, Yasmin is my wife and he had no right to tell me how to treat what's mine.

“Don't bother,” I said. “I will treat my wife exactly how she deserves”. I could hear him laughing as I left the club. I did not drink much so I drove back to my penthouse.

“Welcome home,” I heard Bertha say as I stepped into the kitchen. She was always in the kitchen prepping or cleaning. “Hey Bertha” I kissed her soft cheeks.

Bertha is my family’s caretaker, she was employed by my grandfather after Nona passed away. I rehired her when I bought the penthouse.

“You left your wife alone on your wedding night to party” She crossed her arms over her chest with a reproving stare.

“What type of ridiculous behavior is that, your mama wouldn't be proud of you.”

“ I just needed to clear my head” I stared about with the same look she had on. “You left the poor lady all by herself—” I interrupted whatever lecture she was about to rain on me.

“I've had a long day Bertha do me a favor and save the lecture for another day, you're still my employee” I knew she hated it when I used that tone, but I was too stirred for her lecture.

“Bastardo” I hear her mutter her breath. “She refused to eat all the food I prepared unless you came back, take some up to her. It's not a request Emilien” I hated when she used my middle name like I was eighteen again.

“Yes Bertha, let me freshen up” She nodded a response and continued cleaning.

It took about an hour for me to freshen up, I stepped into the kitchen and found a note in Bertha’s scribbly writing telling me she had gone due to an emergency with Bernadette, her daughter.

I eat silently on the kitchen island and pack the remaining to Yasmin’s room. I'm not nice, but I feel bad for abandoning her on our wedding night. I knock on her door and there was no response, I try turning the knob but it wouldn't budge she probably locked it. I take the food back and dump it in the trash.

And then I work late into the night, my mind too messy from the thought of her being in the same house with me as my wife after all these years.

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Yasmin's POV

I can not avoid Alexandre forever, I heard him knock on my door last night after his altercation with Bertha. If I had food and water up here I would never leave this room, but it's his house and I don't have such provision.

Even though the queen-sized bed is as fluffy as the marshmallows I share with Isabel. I should’ve slept comfortably.

I didn't.

I couldn't stop thinking about Alexandre and his stupid, sexy body. How his green eyes darkened with desire the night he had ruined me. The sound of my phone vibrating on the nightstand shakes me out of my flashback.

“Yas!” My sister says excitedly, I can hear her shuffling around the bed.

“Hi Isa” I respond, sitting up propping my head on my knees and putting the phone on speaker.

“So.. Did you guys have s*x?” she asks animatedly, Isabel has always been wild with a crude mouth.

“You can't ask things like that Isa” I chastised, “He didn't get back till past midnight, I haven’t spoken or seen my husband since we got married”.

“Well he's a d**k, if it makes you feel any better Papa got a new job.” She says, “I hope he maintains this one, if only Mama were still alive” I hear her sigh into the phone.

“I'm sure she's watching over us, I love you, Isa. Maybe we should go shopping for new clothes sometime.” I suggest trying to make her forget. “Hell yeah!”.

Our mother died, a few months before the accident. And I watched Papa change towards me. He was still a great father to Isabel, but he blamed me for causing Mama’s ailment.

I hear my tummy growling after I say my goodbye to Isabel. I get out of bed and make my way downstairs to the smell of bacon and eggs. I watch his back flex meticulously as he flips the bacon in the pan, and works his way around the kitchen. Watching him cook might become my favorite sight.

“Who are you?” A pair of unfamiliar gray eyes holds mine under his scrutiny.

“Oh s**t”. I hear Alexandre mutter staring at the man in his kitchen and his eyes roaming over my body. As I stare at the stranger in his kitchen.