I tightened my jaw as l listened at the
bathroom door to the sound of my wife's tears. I can't help but laugh at how hard she's trying to keep quiet. Without a doubt, I'm contributing to her suffering, and I have no idea how to fix it. I get away from the shower and head to our bed as it shuts off. Unsure of what to do, I enter and reach for my phone. I briefly considered texting my sister to invite her over, but I quickly changed my mind. She would have gone there on her own if Bianca was what she needed, wouldn't she?Instead of the elegant nightgowns I've grown accustomed to seeing Arielle wearing, she exits the room sporting an oversized t-shirt, but she still manages to look even more alluring than before. When she notices me sitting up in bed, she pauses and looks away quickly, probably in the hopes that I won't notice the crimson in her stunning eyes. I make myself turn my head away and appear to be lost in my phone. I'm not sure how to handle her. I want to support her, but if that's not what she needs, I don't want to push or interfere. As Arielle climbs into my bed, she remains silent.
She simply turns her back on me and curls into a ball, her breathing still erratic, as though I should expect her to say something, anything at all. I observe her for a brief moment, listening to her faint breathing and observing how her tiny hands are encircling the sheets. She sounds like she could cry again at any time, but she's doing her best to contain herself. I hope I could be the one she could depend on more than anything right now. I will give anything to be the one she comes to for solace when her heart hurts. I inhaled deeply and opened the app that manages everything in the house.
I'm not sure whether to completely turn off the lights or just dim them. What is it she desires? I think she prefers darkness because of the way she just hid in the shower. With no idea what to do, I lay down beside her as the lights went out. We've only been married for a few days, yet already I've seen so many sides to her that I had no idea existed. She has always seemed so innocent and kind to me, but I can now see that she has vulnerabilities as well as strengths that I was unaware of. She only looks more stunning as a result. I've never met a woman like her. She bears many burdens, most of which are not her own, on her little shoulders. I turn to face her, mirroring her posture while maintaining a slight space between us. I mumble, "Arielle ." She tensely looks but says nothing. Rather, she grasps our covers more tightly. Hell on wheels. Knowing that she is in pain and that I am unable to stop it hurts me. The things she just revealed to her mum... I didn't realize how unwelcome I had made her feel. I don't want her to feel insecure in our marriage, even though I might not be able to help her connect with her mother. She does, which indicates that as her spouse, I failed her. With hesitation, I put my hand on her arm and reached for her.
She gives me a sniff, and I believe she might move away from me, but she quickly turns back to look at me. She murmurs, "Ariel," her voice breaking as new tears well up in her eyes. "It's me... Can I hug you?"Fuck it. I'm in so much anguish listening to her voice. I draw her into my arms more forcefully than I meant to, one hand curling around her, the other looping below, and my heart aches. My body is flush with hers as I give her a firm hug. Arielle puts her arm around me, pressing her nose to my neck and taking a trembling breath. Her touch is tentative and cautious as if she's afraid of asking for too much. Despite being my wife, she is hesitant to ask for an embrace. How uneasy have I caused her to feel? I tuck my hand tightly through her hair and say, "You never even need to ask." She clings to me so fiercely that I also find myself giving her an extra squeeze. She's unbelievably perfect against me. I run my fingertips slowly and soothingly over her back as she breathes unevenly as if she's still holding back tears. Are you alright, Lollipop? She shook her head and balled my shirt's back in her palm. "I doubt it." for a split second, my anger renders me blinded by her obvious pain. One of the toughest things I've ever had to do was listen to her mother talk without interfering. I want to eliminate everything that causes her pain, but I can't do that because it's her mother. "Talk to me, sweetheart. Tell me what's going through your lovely head. She moves in my hug, bringing her breasts closer to me as she drags her nose up my throat. I have to use every ounce of willpower to ignore her feelings against me. Ariel, it's simply too much. I sense... I feel so unwelcome. Such a misfit. I simply... I feel like a failure and that I will never be able to live up to everyone's expectations of me. I couldn't get the campaign right, so I had to shoot for three extra hours today. How could I fail so terribly? Failing at everything else in life is one thing, but I use my profession as an escape. You know, I'm not a rookie anymore. For heaven's sake, I'm a supermodel. How could I perform so poorly at work? Today, all I truly needed was one victory. Just one. She takes a trembling breath as if she were fighting back tears.
She won't ever work with the photographer again; I'm not sure which one she used today. In actuality, he will never work again not within this sector. The only option I'll leave open for him is wildlife photography, so I hope he appreciates it for his own sake. "There's also you and my mother. It stings that you two want me to be someone and something I'm not. Please understand that I'm not at all blaming you. I understand. I truly do, but—" "—no," I interrupted, "Arielle , you don't get it." I take hold of her firmly and flip her over so that my body is on top of hers and she is on her back
I pull myself up on my forearms so I can stare at her, and her eyes widen. I briefly catch a glimpse of something familiar flashing in her eyes. Feeling isolated. Desire. I'm well aware of those emotions, and I don't want her to experience them around me. You don't have to be anyone or anything else for me. Never. Arielle, you're my wife. You. Nobody else. Whether you realise it or not, you've already exceeded every expectation that anyone has ever had of you, therefore you don't need to measure up to anyone or compare yourself to them. you are still excellent even if they refuse to acknowledge it or are unable to do so. You are ideal in your current state. I'm not saying it to appease you, either. It's true, which is why I'm telling you that. You married me and gave up the future you had planned for yourself because of your unwavering loyalty. You're not just incredibly intelligent but also stunningly gorgeous. How many women do you know who run successful businesses in addition to being full-time models? Arielle, fuck everyone who doesn't perceive your value. Screw them all. "Including you, too?" I smirk at her and blink in surprise as my penis reflexively twitches in response to her remarks.
Yes, I say in a whisper, grinning wickedly. "It's fucking me too." Her grief gives way to what appears to be passion as she bites into her lip. Fuck it. I try to bring the topic back to where it was by lowering my forehead to hers, but it doesn't help that my lips are so near to hers. Our chemistry is just so... Though it has always existed, it is now unavoidable. "Speaking, Arielle ... I apologize if I contributed to your anger today. You have no idea how sorry I am, I swear. I stop and take a deep breath, my heart racing at the smell of her famous cupcakes. "Arielle, I want you here. You are the only person I would rather have in my bed. Nobody. That may not seem real to you, but it is. You have had my complete loyalty from the day I married you, down to every thought. You are the only person on my mind. All I see when I look at you is my wife. Nothing more. Nobody else. I have no room in my heart or head for anyone other than you. I understand that all of this may seem like pretentious lies and a pathetic attempt to comfort you, but I promise that you will eventually come to understand that it is the truth. I roll onto her, kissing her chastely on the skin as my lips glide across her forehead. "You are not unwanted, and I never intended to give the impression that you are. How much it means to me that you decided to marry me is beyond comprehension. You had the option to ignore everything and let me bear the fallout, but you chose not to. I've done a shoddy job of thanking you, Arielle, but you were there for me when I needed you most. I swear, I'll do better. I was wrong to think I knew what you needed, and it was difficult for me as well.
I'm finding out the hard way that I only ever knew a little portion of who you are, and it will take some time for me to learn the rest. Arielle, will you give that to me? Please extend some grace to me. Are you going to pardon me for messing up? I force myself to swallow as she digs her hands into my hair. My heart is racing like never before because of the way she looks at me. Her expression exudes such confidence and hope that it makes me want to give her the world. I promise not to disappoint her going forward. I've never experienced something so intensely. I want her bad, but I also want her with all of my fucking heart. I have never felt anything like this before, a hunger for her that goes beyond the material world. "I'll extend some kindness to you," she mumbles. "Just one prerequisite. Ariel, grant my wish. Not presumptions, not preoccupation. Ariel, please. Kindly get in touch with me. You have no idea how difficult it has been for me to acknowledge my feelings. I just felt like I was losing you this entire week, and All I want is to not be left in suspense. Don't do it to me, please. I cock my head and plant a little peck on her cheek, right on the corner of her mouth
I raise myself on my forearms so I can look her in the eye and apologize. "I pledge to stay in touch going forward, no matter how challenging that may be. Simply said, This is new to me, Arielle; I'm so used to all these filthy mind games. She grabs me by the side of my face and cups it. "I'll give you grace; you give me honesty. What do you think about that? With a beating heart, I nod. It feels like the most authentic moment I can remember having not in the company of anyone. However, my wife, who is lying underneath me, is the only person who has ever been able to cause me to lose my boundless patience. This has been the case for years. Yes, I say in a whisper. "I swear," Her smile tightens my heart with its sweetness. "Then, Ariel, give me a little honesty. Tell me something that only you know. Transfer a unique portion of yourself to me. My mouth curves upward into a tiny smile. "Arielle, you already know my last name. It's the one item I will never part with. "Never?" I roll onto my back, shaking my head and grabbing her hard to take her with me. She moves in my embrace, putting her leg over my hip and her head on my chest, her inner thigh lightly caressing my cock in a playful manner.
Is she aware of how difficult she is on me? I tell her, "Never." I knew that Loretta and I were done when I got married to her. Until she asked me to, I never should have given the thought of divorcing Arielle in three years any consideration. She deserves better, and that's not who I am. She smiles up at me, and something about it fucks with me. I'm not sure why, but I know that I will never forget the way she was staring at me at this moment. "Feeling better", "Lollipop?" She gives me a nod, and I give her a firm hug while massaging her back till her breathing returns to normal. While she drifts off to sleep in my arms, I look up at the ceiling, my mind racing. It's unbelievable that all this time, I've been avoiding her when I might have had this. After spending just one night with her, I believe I'm hooked