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Chapter 5 My One-night stand

　　Isabella POV

　　When I arrived home that night, I met Raphael in the living room, reading.

　　"I'm home," I said, dropping on the space beside him.

　　"Welcome," he murmured without sparing me a glance.

　　"Raphael," I moved closer to him, laying my head on his shoulders, "I'm so sorry about today and for my outburst. I was just frustrated because I was looking forward to spending this evening with you,".

　　"It's fine," he nods and gently extricates himself from my hold. "I guess you're tired. I will run you a bath so you can soak up and relax,".

　　"You're such a darling," I murmured. "I'd love that,".

　　Together, we climbed the stairs to our bedroom. While I sprawled on the bed waiting for him, he entered the bathroom to prepare the bath for me. A few minutes later, he came out and announced that he was done.

　　I stretched my hand towards him, motioning him to lift me from the bed. When he did, I then stood in front of him, and spread my hands, like a child.

　　"Please undress me,".

　　I sensed a moment's hesitation and for a minute; I thought he was going to disagree but shockingly; he nodded and slowly started to unbutton my blouse. Desire shot to every part of my body as his hands brushed lightly against my sensitive parts.

　　Memories of that night flit into my memory as I imagine him running his hands all over my body, taking an errant n****e into his mouth, and kissing me. Unconsciously, I leaned into him, moaning.

　　"I'm done," he said, stepping away and immediately the warmth I felt vanished.

　　I turned to him, biting my lips in frustration.

　　"Raph..." I start to say.

　　"Your water will get cold, you better go in now," he said interrupting me. "I'll be in the living room if you need anything,".

　　Then he gave me one last smile before he turned and left the room. My body ached with desire as I padded the floor barefoot to the bathroom, wondering for the umpteenth time what wrong I had done and how I offended Raphael.

　　I was tired of being constantly horny and not being able to get my desires satisfied. More than a month since we married, and he has never bothered to initiate any intimate session. He wouldn't even kiss me or hold my hands in public.

　　The other day, I had attempted to kiss him in the parking lot. He had squirmed away from me, stating that we were at work and someone could be watching. Each day, I was getting more frustrated than I was the last time.

　　I've gone through his phone and checked his mileage, but I couldn't find anything. Raphael leaves the house by 8 am and comes home every day by 5:30 pm prompt. He doesn't party or drink and has zero socializing skills.

　　The weight of his constant rejection was getting to me these days and I've found myself several times slipping into depression. It was worse that he didn't communicate with me at all. When I finished bathing, I went downstairs. He was still in the same position, reading.

　　"Hey," I greeted him and settled on the chair opposite him.

　　He always hated it whenever I sat too close to him. He dropped the book this time around and turned to face me. His blue eyes were expressionless.

　　"I want to talk to you about something, Raphael and it's a very sensitive topic but believe me, I am not doing it from a place of malice but out of curiosity and the fact that I need to know,".

　　"Okay," he nodded, gazing intently at me.

　　"Do you no longer love me?" I asked.

　　I watched as his body stiffened before he replied. "Of course, I do, Isabella. I love you. I always have,".

　　"Then why don't you want to be intimate with me? It's been more than a month since we got married and it feels like we're still dating. Could you please tell me what I've done wrong or how you like it? I promise, I will change and I'll make it work,".

　　"You haven't done anything wrong," he sighed. "I just don't feel like it,".

　　"All the time?" I screeched and then remembered that I promised myself that I wouldn't yell or get triggered, so he would not withdraw.

　　"I can understand that a few times you wouldn't want me, but you've never wanted me even for a day. All my attempts have been futile. You either curl away in disgust or we end up fighting. So, I truly need to know,".

　　"I'll do better," he murmured immediately. "I promise,".

　　"No," I shook my head. "Today, I won't be settling for half-baked replies. Just tell me the truth... what is going on? Why don't you like me that way? I swear, I won't get mad. Please...,".

　　He took in ragged breaths as he ran his hand through his hair repeatedly. I could tell he was struggling, but I would be patient. I just sat there waiting for him to talk.

　　"I am asexual," he said, covering his face.

　　"Asexual? I don't understand. What do you mean?" I asked.

　　"I have erectile dysfunction, Isabella," he sighed and then looked at me. "Nothing about a woman or man excites me. No matter how beautiful you are or naked, I do not feel anything and when someone tries to force me into it, it repulses me".

　　Every part of my body froze.

　　My first reaction was to lash out and blame him for not telling me, but when the gravity of his confession settled in, it threw me into confusion. If he had an ED, then who was the person with whom I shared a passionate night?

　　"A-And you've never made love with me?" I asked, trembling.

　　"No," he shook his head. "I was surprised when you mentioned it, the night after our wedding. I just concluded you had a wet dream," he shrugged.

　　Only, I didn't have a wet dream. I was conscious of what had happened that night. A man had loved me and given me the best pleasure I've ever felt, but that person wasn't my husband. I looked to Raphael, who was watching me keenly, wondering what he'd do if I told him I had s*x with another man.

　　I couldn't believe I had cheated on my husband.

　　"So?" he shrugged, looking at me.

　　Fear held me hostage, preventing me from confronting him. I would be a hypocrite if I did. He only withheld important information from me while I went ahead and cheated. I was at a crossroads. There was no one to tell this story. Besides, it sounded fake even to me.

　　How was I going to explain this and make anyone believe it was true?

　　"I just need some alone time to process everything," I said, eventually rising to my feet.

　　He rose together with me, as his eyes darted with anxiety.

　　"Are you angry at me?" he asked.

　　"No," I shook my head "It's difficult to say what I think so I'll just go out for a while and clear my head but be rest assured, I'm not angry with you,".

　　"Okay," he nods "If you say so,".

　　~~~

　　I ended up at a bar nursing my third glass of alcohol.

　　Everything made sense now, but the problem was far from over. I didn't know whom I slept with that day and it was even more terrible. I closed my eyes, trying to search my mind's eyes for his face, but nothing came up except his well-toned arbs.

　　I decided to use the ladies. On my way back I saw Dominic, entering the bar. Then I remembered. His constant reference to the steamy night we had and his insistence that it was the best night for him.

　　My heart flew to my throat.... what if it was him I had s*x with? As I approached him, my breaths were coming in short spasms and I hoped in my heart that it was not him.

　　Almost close to him, he turned his gaze and mine collided with his. Surprise lightened his features as he arched in brow in surprise.

　　"What are you doing here?" he asked.

　　"Mr Dominic," I swallowed hard, cleaning my sweaty palms on my jeans, "Where were you on the 11th of June this year?" I asked.

　　"At Fountain Hotel," he replied immediately.

　　Fountain Hotel had been the venue and reception of my marriage. My heart shook violently as the realization dawned on me that all his claims had been true.

　　"Did you finally find out?" he asked chuckling warmly. "I told you, Isabella... you were the woman in the hotel that other day. My one-night stand....".