FOREVER HIS

CHAPTER TWO

Linda handed me a glass of water, but I refused it. Right now, a glass of water is not what I need. I feel like an empty shell.

"He hasn't even returned the money I lent him, and now he's taken the only thing I have left." I lamented as tears streamed down my face and Linda consoled me.

"Hey, it's okay. Stop all this drama. You should be grateful that you have someone by your side. What about me? Do I have anyone by my side? I'm all alone, and I think you shouldn't be too harsh on him if you don't want to lose him," Linda advised and like seriously, I really don't want to lose my husband.

He is the only one I have, despite my family's disapproval of our marriage. I went ahead and married him, cutting ties with my family, and now I can't bear to lose him because he's all I have left. "But what do you think I should do now?"

"I believe it's a good sign that the bank hasn't actually seized the house yet, so maybe you should just relax for now since he said he'll sort it out soon," Linda advised, and I found comfort in her words. "Once he's back, you should apologize to him."

"Will he forgive me?" I asked, not sure about his reaction. Although I hadn't said anything hurtful to him, but what if he's feeling guilty and does something drastic? No matter how much I tried to shake off the negative feeling, I still can't get my mind off it.

"He will forgive you. How about cooking his favorite food and taking it to his office? You can apologize to him that way," Linda suggested.

Motivated by her idea, I sprang up from the bed and headed to the kitchen to prepare his favorite dishes; lasagna and meatloaf. Unsure of his preference, I decided to make both, with Linda offering to help with the meatloaf. Once the dishes were ready, I packed them in a stainless steel bento box and headed to his office, while Linda returned to her own workplace.

Upon arriving at his office, I noticed that his secretary was absent from her desk. So, I entered, only to be greeted by a jaw-dropping sight; Desmond with his trousers down, receiving a blow job from his secretary.

"What the hell are you doing here? You should have called before coming to my office," Desmond yelled as he hurriedly put his trouser back on.

His secretary hastily rushed out, fearing I might do something to her, but why would I hit her? This wasn't the first time I had encountered such situations since I married him. It was just shocking to see him stoop so low to engage in such behavior with his secretary.

"I brought you your favorite food," I announced as I unpacked the meal.

"Really? Aren't you angry with me?" he asked, as he cautiously approached me to inspect the food.

"Well, I don't want to meddle in your business," I responded with a small smile as I guided him to his seat.

"I'm not referring to that, but rather the loan."

"Yeah, that's true. I wasn't angry to begin with; I just wish you had informed me beforehand. I'm sorry for grabbing your shirt as if you were some sort of thief," I apologized to him and I started to regret my decision to come here in the first place, believing he would be feeling remorseful about his actions, but instead, I found him receiving a blow job and enjoying himself.

"As long as you've promised to pay everything back, I suppose it's fine," I said.

"Of course I will," he replied, picking up his fork and dipping it into the lasagna. However, as he was about to take a bite, he paused and then looked at me. "You didn't put poison in this, did you?" His words stung, and I couldn't believe he would think such a thing about me.

Feeling angry, I began to pack up my food, but he quickly stopped me and apologized, explaining that it was meant as a joke. After he finished eating, I packed up the box and headed home.

"Have a safe journey, ma," the secretary greeted me. I felt the urge to say something to her, but I realized I might lose my composure if I spoke further, so I chose to let it go and made my way home. On my way home, I received a call and immediately redirected my route to the hotel.

"Room 507, please," I informed the receptionist, who then placed a call to the room and provided a brief description to guide me. Upon reaching the door, I knocked, and he opened it.

"Hi, boss..” with a cold tone, “but I've told you multiple times not to contact me again. I'm done with everything. I only want to focus on my marriage right now," I asserted, pushing him aside before entering the room and taking a seat.

"You also know that I usually don't reach out to you for matters like this, but do you have any idea who we're talking about? This guy is f*****g loaded...." he began, but I quickly interrupted him.

"I don't care if he's the wealthiest man on the planet; I no longer belong in that world. So, please, just leave me alone and stop calling me," I begged him.

"Ariel, are you not in need of money? Are you certain everything is alright in your marriage?" he inquired, locking eyes with me. Though I attempted to deny it, the truth can be boldly seen in my eyes.

"No, nothing is right in this marriage. I'm doing everything in my power to save it," I admitted, overcome with emotion. "Liam, I sacrificed everything for him, gave my all, and yet he treats me like trash, with no respect whatsoever," I cried, unable to contain my emotions any longer.

"It's alright," he whispered, wrapping his arms around me and giving me a comforting pat. "Just remember, I'll always stand by you. That spot will forever be reserved for its rightful owner, and you'll always be my ace card."

Raising my gaze to meet his, he lightly brushed away the tears with his thumb, and I found myself drawn to his tempting lips, feeling a strong pull that kept me captivated. Not able to resist any longer, I reached for his lips and kissed them softly. In an instant, he seized control, pressing me back against the chair, crashing his lips onto mine with hunger and his hand trailed to my shirt buttons, unfastening them. Gently caressing and squeezing my boobs, his other hand firmly held my waist. As he deepened the kiss, a soft moan escaped my lips, melding with his. Abruptly breaking the passionate embrace, he hurriedly began to remove his trousers and as I watched him, a pang of guilt washed over me.

"Diana, what the heck are you doing?" I questioned myself, abruptly halting his attempts to unbutton his trousers. I quickly stood up and started to rebutton my shirt and fix my hair.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No, you didn't. I'm the one with issues, and I'm truly sorry for this. Just not in the right state of mind at the moment. Please, just forget about whatever happened," I apologized, grabbing my bag and hastily making my way out of the hotel room.