Keira-Lee
I made love to my husband, every single time felt like the first. I could see he had a tough day, from the moment he walked in. I assumed it was mostly about everything that happened, he was probably busy with the press the whole day. This is one of the reasons I hated the spotlight, I looked into my husband’s eyes, f**k knew I was crazy in love with him. I already had a plan on what to do with my dad. But I had no idea what to do with him, insecurity masked his eyes and I knew him well enough to know he had severe doubts about himself. He was scared about something I just had no idea what, I leaned forward and gave him a kiss. “What’s wrong, how was your day?” he gave me a small smile and just whispered leaning into my neck softly kissing me “I had a terrible day that’s all.” I got up and told him I had to finish dinner, he stayed looking at me as I moved around the kitchen, his eyes never leaving me. All I could do is smile, he loved to see me move and cook. No words were said the rest of the evening, I supported him. But I had a million thoughts running through my own mind. And I needed to figure out what it was that I wanted and needed to do, I needed to protect myself. But a broken heart was too late, the betrayal all too real and honestly I didn’t know what to do. I had everything else all planned out for my father though he has been calling me non-stop but I refused and declined his calls. As we made our way upstairs making love the entire evening, I laid in his arms falling asleep with a heavy heart. Just last night I thought my life was perfect and it all got ripped away in the blink of an eye. But tomorrow will be a new day, and then I will face it all over again like I normally do.
I woke up the next morning, getting dressed and pep talking myself in the mirror. I took the drive towards my father’s big building and walked straight up to the elevator. I didn’t stop at the reception desk just let myself straight right through to my father’s office, he was sitting behind his desk having breakfast with his personal assistant. Perfect, I wanted to speak to both of them. They both got up, my dad looked like s**t. Great he was about to get the shock of a life time, “good morning my angel.” I smiled at him, yeah I wasn’t going to fall for his sweet words ever again. I didn’t believe a single f*****g word he said any way. “Good you’re both here sit down honey, we have a lot to discuss.” His little personal assistant sat down like a sweet little girl. I turned towards my father “we need to talk.” His eyes turned hard, I knew that look it was all business now. “So here is how we are going to handle our little situation, first you’re going to fire your personal assistant and work on your marriage with mom, no divorce.” My dad played it cool but he was nervous I could tell his little w***e though jumped up and screamed “who gives you the right…” blah blah blah I didn’t pay her any attention what so ever. I turned towards her “because I am the only heir to my father’s company, and if this little whorish act of the both of you don’t come to an end today I am going public with this, not just that I will call in every single director and investor and break my father’s empire down brick by brick. Every sweat, tear and hard work would have been for nothing, you would be out on the streets before I even blink an eye. The investors will pull the plug and the life will drain right out of this incredible building. Not to mention my father’s reputation will be in ruins just like my husbands and one golden rule, honey. Nobody trusts their money in the hands of a man who is unfaithful towards his own family.” Checkmate. She had real fear in her eyes, the true kind. So I turned towards my dad,” Oh and I will disown myself, we are over. No walking me down the aisle, no phone calls. You are dead to me; you didn’t just betray mom you broke me. You stole away the picture I had about you, where you were my superhero, where I wanted to get married to a man like you. It turns out it was all a lie, you sold me out. Played me like a pawn in your sick game of chess, do you even realize that this is my life, you f*****g played with my life do you even care about anyone but yourself.” My dad’s eyes filled with tears as he tried to walk around the table but I stepped back, “baby” but I placed my hand into the air silencing him. “You have 24 hours, before I ruin you. You forgot who you raised I might be loving and caring, but I am also fierce and independent. I can be your daydream or your worst nightmare, I can be your best friend or your worst enemy. It all depends on the person. And I am no pawn on the f*****g chest board to be used, I am the queen who could move anyway she likes, but if I fall the king is left unprotected and for years you were my king. But you’re not anymore. So I am playing now, and I am not on your side. Checkmate.” I turned around and walked out of that building, I spend time in my car crying. I let myself have this moment. Because I needed to figure out what to do next, only I had no idea. But everything happens for a reason right. Only my next move will determine the whole game and which players would stay and which one would lose. Everything