"Me?" Nick asked, surprised. "Relax. Don't worry. I'll respect you and treat you well. Haven't I been doing the same all along?"
He glanced at his wife and continued his sentences, "I won't force you to do anything you don't want to."
Naturally, Nick's reply left Amelia feeling disappointed. Deep down, she wished for a different outcome, given her feelings for him. Yet, she couldn't deny his remarkable self-control. Crazy! He'd seen her in only bra and thongs but it didn't fucking affect him at all. It was baffling, but that was the reality of the situation.
Feeling a bit uncomfortable, "Ah, more drinks?"
Without waiting an answer, Nick made his way to the kitchen to fetch more beverages. He discovered only an orange crush and a coca cola in the fridge. "Which one do you want?" he asked.
"Cola," Amelia responded quietly, her voice barely audible.
