Jefferson’s POV
“Hey, man. What’s with that look?” I asked, “Are you that worried that I am not going to come?”
“No, it’s nothing like that. I didn’t know that you would really bring your wife with you.” he replied, and I chuckled, then I looked at Celina, who was looking at Mark. I don’t know what got into her but I think she was looking at Mark strangely.
“Is there a problem?” I asked her to get her attention then. I saw her glare at Mark before she looked my way.
“Nothing,” she replied, but I think it was the opposite of what she said. But because we were running late, I looked at Mark,
“Come on, man. We’re going to be late.” My friend seemed to come out of his deep thoughts and quickly smiled and led the way. I followed him with Celina and I noticed that she was walking really slowly.
“Hey, we’re going to be late,” I told her and she glared at me.
“I already told you that I didn’t want to come and yet, you still pulled me here.” she replied and I sighed after I stopped walking.
“Look, Mark needs me here and I didn’t want to leave you all to yourself in the hotel. Can’t you just do as I said for once?” I asked and I wanted to show my irritation but I didn’t because I was worried that she would take that as another argument.
“Your friend, Mark. Need you here?” she asked and I nodded.
“Yeah, you just parroted what I had just said,” I answered, and then her face lightened.
“Oh, well, what are you waiting for? Let’s go?” she said and clung her arms around mine. What is wrong with her?
“Man,” Mark called and I looked at him and realized what we needed to do, so I rushed to him and pulled Celina. Well, not really pulled her, because she started walking at her own accord.
The hearing goes well and I know that Mark is going to win this because of all the evidence that we gathered. Of course, I helped him with that because I didn’t want my friend to be used just like that by that woman.
Mark invited us for a meal but Celina declined. She was smiling, but Mark was still a little uncomfortable with her. He said he was scared of my wife and I think he should stop it already because Celina is a very nice person.
I was about to ask her where she wanted to go after we got in our car but she beat me to it, “Let’s go home,” I looked at her to make sure that she was serious and she looked back at me, raising her brow. I shook my head, then told the driver to go back to the hotel.
I was ready to talk to her as soon as we got into our hotel room, to ask her what was wrong with her, but I couldn’t say a word because he pushed me to the back after I closed the door. I looked down at her out of shock as she placed her hands on my chest.
“Jefferson,” she said, so I looked at her, but her hands that were on my chest had started to unbutton my shirt.
“What’s going on, Celina? I can undress myself.”
“Can’t I do it for you?” she asked. Fu**, what’s got into her? What did she eat for lunch? She had unbuttoned everything and my chest was now in her clear view. She caressed me there and da*n, it felt so good.
“Can we make love?” she asked. My eyes widened and for a moment I wanted to make sure if she was indeed Celina. The woman I married three years ago.
“You don’t want to? How about, let’s fu**?” Now that literally made me hang my mouth open. “What? You wanted Wendy instead?” she asked and was now glaring at me. Where did that come from? While I was still speechless, I saw her making a step back until she was a couple of meters away from me.
I saw her getting some clothes in the closet while I was nailed to where I was standing. She gets in the bathroom and when she gets out she has already changed her clothes. I was watching her the whole time when what she had just said started to sink into my mind.
She was reaching for her drawing tablet when I stopped her. She looked at me confused but didn’t say anything. We had eye contact and none of us wanted to give up. “Say it again,” I said,
“What?”
“Say what you just said.”
“Which one?”
“The, can we make love, thing?”
“I see,” she replied and then smiled, “No.” Then she shoved my hand and got her drawing tablet before she left our bedroom. I followed her with my gaze and I started to think what I had done wrong, that she was acting like that. I am not a very patient person and her acting like that is something I can’t tolerate. She had to tell me what her problem was. I rushed out of the bedroom and I caught her up when she was about to sit.
“What is it?” she asked me angrily.
“I am the one who should ask you that? What is it? What is wrong with you? You suddenly acted horny and caught me off guard. I was still thinking when you said Wendy’s name, what exactly she had to do with what was going on with you?”
“What will she have to do with me? Nothing, but maybe not to you.” she replied and I was stupefied. As far as I can remember, I already told her that I had already broken up with Wendy even before we got married. So where the hell did this Wendy issue come from?
“Is this about that incident in the reception? I told you, I didn’t kiss her.”
“Why is she here?”
“I don’t know!” I exclaimed, “How would I fu****g know that when I never talked to her before this?” I added and she huffed.
“You never talked to her before that day that you kissed?” she asked,
“I said, I never kissed her.”
“Whatever, but are you sure that you never talked to her?” I didn’t know where her question was leading, I answered,
“No,”
“Liar,” she said and took her phone. She looked at it and I saw her scrolling and then browsing before she handed it to me.
“This is not what it means it is.” I told her, it was a picture of me and Wendy when she purposely fell on my lap in the café and kissed me. The one she sends to me as well. So I guess it was the reason why she was mad at me that day. I thought it was because I never called her.
“Then what does that mean?”
“Look, she texted me or called me. I don’t know anymore because she was of no importance to me, so I did not bother to remember. She said she wanted to tell me something about you, so I agreed to meet her.”
“I see, because she was of no importance to you, so you let her sit on your lap and kiss you?” she asked, still angry.
“Of course not! She did it on purpose. After that, I pushed her away just like what I did at the reception. I swear!” I explained immediately. I think she was jealous and that’s a good thing for me. At least she started to feel something towards me. “Believe me,” I added, then she sat on the couch.
“Fine, just leave me alone and I am going to work.” she said, but I am not going to let that happen. I am not going to let her behavior earlier slide. She had to be punished.
“Jefferson!!!” she screamed as I scooped her from the couch and took her back to our bedroom. “We’re going to make love and I am going to fu** you after. You shouldn’t tease me and leave me hanging after.”