Jefferson’s POV
Next morning, I woke up and looked at Celina’s side of the bed, only to find it empty. I looked around and called her but I received no answer. I rushed out of the bedroom thinking she had left me and looked for Susane. “Did you see Celina?”
“In the study room,” she replied, and I rushed to the study. It was locked and she wasn’t opening the door either. I took the key and opened it. I look at her usual spot, which is on my office table and chair, but she’s not there as well. Just her drawing tablet. Then I noticed that the door to the verandah was open, so I went there and I felt relieved when I found her there.
She looked at me and rolled her eyes at me and got back to the canvas in front of her. I guess she was still mad at me. “It’s still early, have you eaten?” I asked her. I wanted to sound casual, but I don’t think I succeeded. I feel nervous that he will not talk to me. She didn’t reply and continued what she was doing.
I am not good at art, but I can tell that she was good at painting. She’s very creative and talented. That’s why I feel sorry for her, thinking she was wasting her talent just by taking projects from her freelancing career. She should step up and be the best version of herself.
I approached and hugged her from behind but she jerked, causing me to stop. “Don’t touch me, I don’t know what your hands last touched, I didn’t want to get sick.” she said angrily. So she was still angry.
“Celina!” she started to get so unreasonable. I have already told her my side of the story and yet/ I am not expecting her to actually forgive me, I am willing to woo her and pay for what I did. But why did she have to say those words? “Do I really like that kind of person?” I asked her,
She looked at me with her cold eyes and asked, “Are you?”
“I am asking you. I wanted to know why I am asking you. I told you that I was only thankful for her help and nothing else. It’s for you,” I said. She stood up angrily and said,
“I am going to use the room at the end of the hallway as my workshop. I didn’t want architecture anymore. I want to paint.” she said all of a sudden,
“Celina, please, the company was for you–” I was trying to reason out but she stopped me,
“I never told you that I wanted to work. If I wanted to, I would come to your company instead. I could become your secretary but I don’t want to.” she said, “I can ask you for anything I want. You are my husband and if I never get shy asking you to fu** me, bend me over, eat me and everything, why would I not tell you to put up a company for me?” she shouted, I want to do to her everything that she just said right now. But I know that this is not the time for that.
“I just want you to become a better version of yourself, that’s the only thing in my mind when I decided to do what I did. If you don’t want to do it, then fine, I get it.”
“Better version of me? Are you ashamed that your wife was happy just to be at home? Are you thinking that I am wasting your money staying in your study room doing the things that I like?”
“It’s not what I meant. Could you be rational about everything that I am telling you? I meant no harm.”
“Not every woman with a degree would want to work in a 4 corner room doing an 8 hour job saying yes to her supervisor and boss. I love what I am doing because I know that in the future, I can still work while taking care of my child. I am not working, so people might think that I am better. I am working so I can have money to spend on you whenever I want to buy you something and for our future children, if ever.” she said continuously, “You don’t know how many women would want to have the kind of job that I have right now. Earning while taking care of their family, helping their husband to support their needs. I guess you will never know about that. How could you, if you were born with a golden spoon in your mouth?” she added, and left.
I was stunned, I didn’t know that she was as simple as she looked like. Did I over think? No, I saw it in her eyes, she was very happy every time she was doing her designs. The country club layout was very beautiful. When I was out of my trance, I went to follow her. I first went back to our bedroom, but after not seeing her, I went down to the dining hall and I was thankful that she was already having her breakfast.
Susane placed a plate in front of me when I sat on my chair. I waited and waited and tried to get the right timing to talk to her. “Forget it, don’t bother talking to me, please. I wanted to be at peace,” she said before I could utter a word. I decided to just let her for now, hoping that when I came back from work, Celina would welcome me with a possessive kiss.
The food was all good and I realized that that was all the food that I saw Susane and Lory were keeping last night. I got up from my chair and left her on the table and went to our bedroom to get ready for work.
Before I went to work, I looked for her again in the study room but she was not there. As I was about to go up the stairs, I heard the sound of a moving chair at the end of the hallway. Then I remember her telling me that she’d going to use it as her workshop. I started walking there and saw her trying to push the bed.
“Why don’t you ask for help?” I asked and she was startled. She looked at me but didn’t say anything and continued what she was doing. I took off my suit and tried to help her,
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked,
“Helping you,”
“No, you go to your work and let me mind my own business here,” she replied, and that’s it. I walked closer to her, then pulled her before I kissed her. I have wanted her since last night when she was standing in front of me wearing a see-through negligee. She tried to fight and push me away but I held onto her. I am not going to let this day end because we are not talking to each other the way we should.
Then I felt her kissing me back, so I deepened the kiss. Her hands were on my neck now and I was hugging her really tight so she wouldn’t be able to get away from me. We were both panting when we stopped. We look at each other, no one wants to look away first, then I su** her lower lip before I do the same to her upper lip. Then I bit them, but not enough to hurt her much and her eyes widened ready to nag at me, “That’s for thinking that I could kiss another woman.” I told her,
She must have remembered our fight so she glared at me. I put my forehead on hers and said, “My Celina, my di*k is for your fu****g hand, tits, mouth and va***a only and no one else. Remember that, Mrs. Scott.” then su** her lips again.
“Tits?” she asked after we broke our kiss.
“Yeah, because I had been thinking for a long time now, how it feels to fu** you in between your tits.” I told her and she looked at her chest, “Yes, my Celina, I want to cum in between your handfuls tits.” I whispered and she looked at me, her eyes were full of desire and so am I. She missed me too and that’s for sure. But I had to do what I needed to do.
“I am so sorry, my Celina. I promise not to forget about our wedding anniversary ever again. Please forgive me,” I said with all my sincerity. I didn’t want us to fight like last night. I didn’t get much sleep because of that, while she was sleeping so soundly. I feel unfair that I feel like I was the only one who was thinking about what was happening to us.
“I love you so much, my Celina,” I said, and I thought she wouldn’t talk.
“I love you too, Jefferson.” I smiled when I heard those words. I decided not to go to work anymore and helped her with her workshop. We finished clearing the entire room and changing all the furniture that she would not be needing there. Then, in the afternoon, we went out and bought all the painting materials that she needed and asked me to pay for them.
“That’s your punishment for what you did. pay everything.” she said, and so I did. It wasn’t even that much. I am thankful that she has forgiven me already and I am not going to do anything that will make her mad at me ever again. Never again.