Celina’s POV
“My Celina,” Jefferson whispered in my ear, so I covered myself with the comforter, then I heard him laugh. It was so loud that I felt irritated and I wanted to throw him out of our bedroom. “Come on, I thought you wanted to get fu**,” he said, and I took off the comforter on my face and glared at him,
“That was a moment of shock for me,” I replied,
“I don’t think so.”
“Whatever do you think? I mean who would ever believe that that word would actually come out of your mouth? You caught me off guard and for a moment I thought I had married a hopeless romantic man.”
“I am a hopeless romantic.”
“Then go to sleep, Mr. Hopeless romantic.” I replied and covered myself with the comforter again as I turned my back at him.
“I am going to let you go this time, because I know that you are too shy to accept what you have just said. But next time, I am going to make sure to taste every part of you,” he replied, and I felt him lie down and his arms around me. I didn’t object to that because I didn’t want to have another conversation with him because I was sure that he was going to have it his way.
Three days had passed since we arrived and I couldn’t believe that we had never argued. I thought that being with him the whole day would only make me feel sad because of what I heard. Now, I was thinking of asking him whether it was true or not. But I was ashamed that he would think that I was starting to be too clingy to him. What if it was true? What would happen to me then?
What are we really doing here? I mean he just came back to Croas from here about a month ago, so I don’t think problems have arisen already. I was in the living room and was waiting for him. He had a small meeting with the casino staff and wouldn’t be back until before lunch. That was according to him, but I don’t know if he will really be back by then.
He asked me to come but I decided to stay. I get to think about some of my projects when I am alone. When we were together, he was so clingy and it’s not that I don’t like it and the total opposite of how I feel, but I was still worried. I still prepare myself for what to come.
I feel lucky being his wife. Everything a wife wanted was in my grasp. I was just not sure about my husband, if he was indeed in my grasp. The s** is really good and I would never trade it for anything, but I know that our relationship shouldn’t be based on that alone.
What if he suddenly changed or realized that he doesn’t want me anymore or he doesn’t need me anymore? I didn’t want that to happen. I wanted him and my feelings for him are getting deeper and deeper. I wish I had tried to have a boyfriend before so I wouldn’t be feeling like this. I had a feeling that I would surely know what to do if I had an experience.
My thoughts were deep and for a moment I forgot where I was and what I was doing. “A penny for your thought?” I was startled, the man I was thinking just now, whispered into my ear.
“Jefferson!” I exclaimed, holding my chest. How come I didn’t hear him approaching me or even when he opened the door?
“What were you thinking, Celina?”
“What? Nothing.” I replied,
“You didn’t notice me coming in, someone could have taken you by force and you have no idea,” he said.
“Who would be able to come in here using the door? Even if he used the window, I don’t think he would be able to do it.” I replied,
“Just tell me what you were thinking.” he said,
“I already said nothing. Just some themes and ideas for my projects.”
“If you don’t want to tell me, fine. But don’t do that when you’re alone or when you’re in another place. Be mindful of your surroundings wherever you are.” he said, and I nodded, “Now, get dressed. We will go to court.” I was stunned. Why are we going there now? Is it about what I heard?
“Can I not come?” I asked,
“Why?”
“I want to start doing my projects.”
“Can’t you do that later?” he asked,
“But I want to do it now. I had been thinking about the theme and I was afraid that I might forget the idea I just thought of, if I was going to delay it.” I replied, he looked at me intently and I was hoping that he would just agree.
“No, let’s go.” he said, and my eyes widened. “Do you want to change or am I going to carry you out looking like that?” he asked, and I had no choice but to change. I knew that he was going to carry me.
“Mark is waiting, so I’m sorry if I had to rush you,” he said. We were in his car on our way to the court. He caressed my cheek as he said that and even if I knew that we would be filing for our divorce, I couldn’t help but want him. His touch really made me feel like that. I am like an ice cream under the sunlight with his touch. I melt fast. Really fast..
“Yes, man, we were on our way. I’m sorry to keep you waiting.” he said over the phone. His friend Mark called and I think he was getting impatient because we were running late. I did everything I could to slow my movement but he was watching me all the time and kept on rushing me.
We continued driving until we reached the court. His driver stopped the car in front of the building and Jefferson opened the door and got out, then offered his hand for me to take. I wanted to yell at him for doing that when we were there to file for our divorce. I wanted to glare at him, hit him and hurt him in any way I could so I could get even.
He was holding my hand as we walked inside the building and found his friend Mark. He was the one who sent Jefferson home on that night when something happened to us. He looked relieved after he saw us and thinking he was there to help this id** who was holding my hand for our divorce, I wanted to split his face in half. Mark may have noticed it so the relief that he felt was gone and was replaced by a hesitant look.