Daddy, Mommy Started Dating

"Ignore it," I murmured softly as I lay on the couch beneath my husband. Pleasure spread through my entire body. I wrapped my legs around his muscular frame, our breaths intertwining like a wild symphony. The phone started ringing again, and from the corner of my eye, I saw Jane's name on the screen. She was my husband's sexy personal assistant, looking more like a supermodel than an assistant. I traced small circles on his broad back, urging him to continue moving. I was about to reach an o****m, something I hadn't experienced in months. But he stopped moving. Desperately, I tightened my legs around his waist, trying to keep him inside me. "It's the office. I have to take this call, Naya," he whispered hoarsely, pulling out of me. A wave of coldness and emptiness hit my body as he sat on the edge of the couch to answer his phone. I was shocked. How could he let me down at such a crucial moment? Did he still see me as a woman? We hadn't had good s*x for almost six months; he was always in long meetings and on business trips. Today was our wedding anniversary, and I had planned this night for a week to fit into his schedule. I sent our four-year-old twins to my parents' home and gave all the domestic staff the day off, ensuring it would be just the two of us. I even bought flowers and a new sexy dress, but it seemed that wasn't enough for him. I could hear Jane's smooth voice clearly, and I couldn't bear it any longer. I shot him a furious glance and rushed to the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. I hadn't seen him for ten days, yet he acted this way. I knew that b***h was trying to ruin our night. It wasn't enough for her to accompany him on every business trip; she had to intrude at home too, claiming some urgent company matter. Exactly like she was doing now. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, a single tear escaping from my eye. I hated feeling sorry for myself, but I really felt that way now. My heart trembled with pain, my throat dry as if a lump was stuck there. I wasn't an easily upset person, but his reaction at this particular time got the better of me. "Honey! You're taking too long," my husband's voice called from outside the bathroom door. I wiped away the tears and swung the door open. I didn't look at him, just walked past him to the bed, covered myself with a blanket, and shut my eyes. A few seconds later, I heard his footsteps come closer, and then felt the bed dip as he sat on the edge. "Honey," he began, patting my head, "why are you acting like this? It was just a phone call." His words provoked me. Was he serious? I pushed his hand away and sat up. "Just a phone call? If it was just a damn call, why didn't you ignore it? Do you have any idea how you made me feel?" He looked down, sighing. "I'm sorry, Naya. It's just... we have troubles at work. Some things are very important and can't be delayed." Did that mean he considered our intimate time less important than his work? I understood he was the CEO of an international trading company, but I was his wife. I needed his attention and care. "It's our wedding anniversary, for God's sake, Lucas!" I demanded. When he stayed silent, I nodded. "I see. Just forget it." I lay back on the bed, pretending to sleep. He gently held my hand. "Don't take this out on Jane. If it wasn't important, she wouldn't have dared disturb us." He kissed my hand. "She's just doing her job," he argued calmly, defending her. It made my blood boil. Was he serious? I glared at him. "Can't you see? She's trying to ruin our private time, Lucas." He stood up furiously. "Stop this! Stop your delusions. I don't have time for your nonsense, childish jealousy." "It's not childish or nonsense, Lucas! When a man can't satisfy his wife, it means he's getting satisfaction elsewhere," I argued, furious. I hated him at this moment. All I wanted was some private time with him. If he didn't care about that, why should I insist? "Why can't you understand? She called because an important client arrived, and I had to meet him before the competition did!" he growled, making me jump. I stared at him in shock. Did he really just shout at me because of her? "Stop defending her! You look like a foolish sheep with horns!" I retorted, my anger reaching the sky. I had hoped he would understand me. We hadn't shared a bed for a while, and I thought he missed me as much as I missed him. For a second, I thought he might try to flirt with me again. I decided I wouldn't make it easy for him. But... But he shocked me when he said, "I'm done with this crap of yours." Then grabbed his phone and car keys. I jumped out of bed and headed towards him. "And where are you going?" I demanded, hands on my hips. He looked me up and down, staring at my barely- covered body. "Office," he snapped.