Gazing up at Arielle's office building, I remember my previous visit. Because Loretta had been acting more aloof than normal and I needed to get her a present for her birthday, I had come to pick her up. Maybe I'm just dreaming, but is it possible that she was acting that way because she didn't want me to wed Loretta? I go in, shake my head, and run a hand through my hair. My head hasn't been clear lately. Maybe I've been using cognitive dissonance to convince myself that Arielle and I could be able to have a relationship. Maybe my suspicions might have some merit.
When I go in, the woman at the reception counter gets up and her eyes widen. She says, "Mr. Warren," what a pleasant surprise. "Hey there. I'm sorry for coming in here without warning. Could you please let me know where my wife is? Then, with a smile, she gestures to a door. "She's in her office, Arielle ." I nodded in thanks and opened Arielle's office door, my smile disintegrating at what I saw. My lovely spouse is standing at the window, with her face just inches away from that of renowned fashion designer Mariano Miguel—a man who is far too attractive for his benefit. How on earth am I entering this place?How come he's standing right next to her? He looks up at me and I feel a wave of pure violence flow through me. Ariele 's hands are on his shirt, and she puts some distance between them when she sees me. "Ariel ?" She sounds surprised, as though I'm cutting her off, and I can't help but feel jealous. I clench my jaw and approach her, putting my arm around her waist and yanking her firmly into me. Despite my wrath, I smile at her and her eyes widen, my free hand going through her hair. "Lollipop," I grit my teeth and reply. She raises her head to face me, curiosity shining in her eyes. "Why are you in this place?"She speaks in a quiet, slightly confused voice. Is not thrilled to see me, despite my assumption that she might be. It's possible that others still have ties to the past. I lean in, my nose brushing hers, tightening my hold on her hair and grinning miserably. "Why? Why can't I drop in on my wife at work? I ask, making sure Mariano hears me refer to her as my wife. I then leaned closer, my lips grazing hers. Arielle takes a short breath, and I bite down on her bottom lip for a few seconds before tilting my head to give her a complete kiss.My tongue slides across her lips and she melts against me, opening up to me. Hell on wheels. I doubt I'll get weary of kissing her and claiming her as my own. As Arielle stands on her tiptoes, her arms encircle my neck. I smile at her, easing myself away to give her a closer look. It's a small move to make such a claim in front of Mariano, but I don't give a damn. Particularly not with that kind of smile on her face. She mumbles, "This is a pleasant surprise." Her remarks and the absence of concern or remorse in her eyes fill me with relief. If there was a relationship between them, she wouldn't touch me in this manner.Arielle gives Mariano a quick look and moves away a bit, but I hold my arm firmly around her waist and won't let go. Mariano says, "This is my husband, Ariel Warren." As he looks at us, I can see the discontent in his eyes. Without a doubt, he has feelings for my wife. "I guess the rumours are accurate, ultimately," he remarks, a note of disappointment in his voice. Arielle looks up at me, grinning. I haven't seen her smile like this in weeks. "Mariano and I are working together to launch a new clothing brand. I'm incredibly pleased about the items that we're co-designing. " I nod and remove her hair off her face, feeling a strong need to identify her as mine in some way. I have to buy her a new wedding ring right away. When she's with other men, I don't want any room for doubt. I've never been a particularly possessive man, so I want it to be obvious that she is mine. However, I find it incomprehensible. "Lollipop, I am so excited to see your designs. I mumble, "I'm sure they'll be amazing. She smiles at me, and I return the favour, feeling less anxious than before. She doesn't seem to even be aware of Mariano's feelings for her, which is a good thing.Arielle, I'd like a little bit of your time today. To wait for you while you work, I brought my laptop. Her eyes popped out. "Oh! I'm almost finished. I can work from home for the rest of the day. She moves away from me and turns to smile at Mariano. "I'll finish the changes we talked about today and send them to you." He looks from me to her, nodding hesitantly. After their meeting, he probably had plans to invite her out to dinner, but that won't happen under my watch. "Then I will see you again soon, beautiful," he adds as he leaves, giving me a courteous nod.The door closes, and I turn to face Arielle hardly able to control my frustration. "What made him stand so near to you?" I lost it. She gives me such a nice grin and has a knowing expression in her eyes. For him, I was mending his tie. I clench my jaw and tell her, "Don't do that again." "I am the only man you are touching." Her eyes enlarge with surprise, and for an instant, I anticipate her reprimanding me. Rather, she smiles. "Is that accurate, Ariel ?" She plays with my tie, straightening it for me, her hands moving to it. "What happens if you are unable to meet my needs?"The idea of her with another man makes me feel the desire for pure aggression, so I put my hands around her waist and pulled her up. I move her to her desk and sit her down at its edge; she lets out a small moan and I open her legs to stand between them. I get a peek at her bright red knickers as the skirt she's wearing moves up her thighs. I assure her, "Lollipop, there is no need I can't meet." I put my hands around her legs and pull her close to me so she can feel my rapidly thickening cock.
You hear me when I say that you will not run away from me? I'll give you sex if that's what you desire. If you want, I can fuck you right here on this fucking desk. Never consider having a relationship with someone else. Am I expressing myself clearly? She nods at me, her eyes brimming with a passion that escapes me. She has never before regarded me in this manner. Perhaps the night she was intoxicated wasn't a coincidence. Perhaps there's a tiny part of her that wants me.Images of her beneath me, her pussy encircling my cock, and her intense heat and tightness driving me insane flash through my mind. Perhaps, after all, my fantasies might come true.Though I've never dared to think of her in this light, she is now my wife. Feeling agitated, Arielle looks away and clears her throat, her cheeks flushed. I'm not sure why, but I saw signs of uncertainty and uneasiness in her eyes. How fucking hard does she make me? Can't she feel that? She cannot possibly be unaware of the impact she has on me. I want her to know that she's the sole one on my mind today more than ever. The words that came out of her mouth while she was talking to her mother are still in my thoughts, and every time they do, my blood kind of boils.I need Arielle to know that staring at her makes it difficult for me to think clearly. It's practically difficult to think about someone else when she's around, but how do I get her to realise that? Her questioning voice falters as she wonders, "What are you even doing here?" I release her and make my mind quiet. "I want to take you somewhere today. I say to her, my voice gentle, "I suppose it's a surprise of some sort." "Where?" She reluctantly accepts my hand as I extend it to her. "You'll find out." As I walk Arielle to my car, she remains silent, and I wonder what's on her mind. Was what I just said to her a step too far? Hell on wheels.Why does it seem like I can't stand her all the time? I got all hot and bothered at the mere notion that she was sleeping with someone else. This has never happened to me and Loretta. I didn't give a damn about how many men desired her; I just accepted it as part of her work. With Arielle, however, I can't draw the same conclusions. My wife makes me feel things that I can't explain. I shouldn't be feeling this way about my marriage to Arielle and should be devastated by the way my relationship with Loretta ended, but I'm not sure why."Where are we?" As I pull into the parking lot in front of my friend's building, she asks. "You'll find out soon. Come on, let's go. I extend my hand to open her door as I circle the automobile. I've never held hands with Loretta, so it's strange. She was never comfortable being photographed in that manner with me. But when it comes to Arielle, I refuse to accept no. It may seem insignificant, but when we're together, I want to hold her hand. As we entered, Arielle intertwined our fingers, and I can't help but smile. "Arielle, I want you to know that I plan to fulfil all of my commitments to you.You're right when you say that my house doesn't feel like ours. Okay, so let's change it. When she realises where I've taken her, she glances up at me, startled. "Leon Carlo Designs," she mumbles. As my friends Leonard and Mirabel approach us to say hello, I smile. Some of the best architecture and interior design I've ever seen is done by this husband and wife combination. Mirabel smiles as her eyes fall to our linked hands. "If it isn't Mr. and Mrs. Warren," she smiles. It's an honour that you choose us to design your home. Arielle gives me a quizzical glance as I grin reassuringly at her.Since we're friends, I informed them about us before we made our official announcement. My spouse smiles at me, and there's something about her smile that makes my heart glad. Since we got married, I don't think I've ever seen her look even remotely joyful, and I can only blame myself for that. I must perform better.Meet my wife, Arielle Warren, Mirabel, and Leonard. Warren Arielle. Her first name sounds so great with mine. I adore saying it, even if it's an odd thing to enjoy. I was frightened, but in vain, that Mirabel would treat Arielle with the same callousness that she has always shown Loretta.I could have persuaded them to collaborate with Loretta, but I never did. They refused to cooperate with Loretta. When I called them a few days ago, I didn't have high expectations because I thought they wouldn't want to work with Arielle too, but to my surprise, they were more than willing to. I'm not sure why exactly, but I think Arielle played a major role in their decision. I don't think they've ever met, which makes them strange. Leonard gives me a knowing look and pats me on the back as Mirabel takes Arielle away to talk about remodelling plans.We can handle this," he asserts. "We're going to construct her a residence so exquisite that she won't want to leave." I nod and smile at him. I hope so. Arielle deserves the world.