Page 25 of Isabela

Chapter Six

ARIA

“Hello, husband,” I say, breezing into his office with a smile. Gael is obsessive, broody, and gorgeous as he makes himself a note before he looks up at me, in his white pressed shirt with the sleeves rolled up and gray pants.

His blond hair is more tusseled than normal from his fingers running through it as he makes his plans to help the girl he wants to recruit.

It’s been a week since he used my body as his personal fuck toy for hours as he attempted to work off his stress.

I loved every second of it, and he slept well afterwards. My husband feels guilty over his treatment of this student, so all I can do is be available to him for any help he may need. I write from home most days, my schedule is flexible.

The spontaneous sex isn’t a terrible bonus either.

“Hello, wife. What do you have there?” he asks.

I wasn’t planning on coming to the university today, but the weather is beautiful, so I’m going to find one of my favorite trees to write under. I feel like being around people, even if I don’t plan to speak to anyone.

“I brought you lunch,” I explain, putting an insulated lunch box on his desk. It’s later in the day for lunch, but I know he probably hasn’t eaten yet. Gael’s cheeks blush as he glances at the time and even his stomach grumbles in annoyance.

“You’re an angel, baby,” he murmurs, tugging me into his lap. My bag with my laptop in it hangs off my shoulder, and he peeks inside. “The muse talking to you today?”

I smile because I’ve had trouble writing the last few months. I don’t know if it’s the direction of the story, my alphahole characters, or my main female character. The story isn’t flowing the way it usually does and I feel stuck.

“It’s actually not too bad, at least I hope it isn’t,” I say mildly. Gael’s brow raises because I contradicted myself. “I know that doesn’t make sense, but I’m trying to be positive that I’ll make some progress today. My editor is breathing down my neck, and my publísher has begun emailing me to ask for chapters to send him.”

“Tell them both I'll kick their asses for stressing out my wife,” Gael growls, kissing my neck. “What did you bring me for lunch, Aria?”

“I made a chili-lime shrimp bake over rice, salad, and there’s a brownie in there as well,” I tell him.

My husband stares at me for a moment, because it’s clear my procrastination got the better of me today.

I really hope writing somewhere else helps my muse today.

“Aria, I’ve been so wrapped up in this, are you okay?” Wincing at the worry in his voice, I shrug.

“I’ll be fine. Have a good lunch, honey,” I tell him, kissing his forehead before I rise to my feet and leave quickly. I appreciate his concern, even though it won’t change my writer's block.

He may spank me for not being truthful, but I would welcome it. I feel so out of sorts lately. I don’t even know when it started.

Part of it is seeing Gael struggle with work, I think. I’m sensitive to his moods and emotions, and it’ll sink into my bones until I’m twitchy. Much like I feel now.

Walking out of the building, my head tips back as I welcome the spring air and warm sun. I’m tired of the cold, and this feels amazing.

Taking a breath, I walk toward a copse of trees in one of the little squares the university has. A lot of students and teachers will steal moments to work outside or just take a break, and I fully endorse this practice.

I think being inside too often is depressing, so I’m claiming a reset for the day. Pulling out a blanket, I lay it on the grass before dropping down on it and tossing my sandals to the side.

I’m wearing an off the shoulder floral jumper today with a pair of pink beaded dangle earrings with a pearl on the end. Gael has never any issue with my clothing, so I have a feeling this girl he’s pursuing for the Society is getting under his skin.

I’m not even jealous, I just want him to figure out his feelings and help her, so he can introduce me. If she’s special enough for him to obsess about, then I want to meet her.

It reminds me of how excited I am as well for Gael and my date night in a couple of weeks. It’s hard to believe almost seven months have passed since he mentioned it to me.

April is just beginning, students are studying for exams before they prepare to go on Spring Break, and then it’ll be time to go to the Key Party.

The anticipation is fun, and my thinking about the beautiful woman Gael and I will get to share makes me shiver with excitement.

“Are you cold?” an amused voice asks. I know that voice…

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