Page 55 of Isle of Seduction

Do I love him?

I sure don’t want to spend another night without him watching me. Watching over me. His absence is like a hole in the roof of our home. It slowly deteriorates the interior when the harsh storms come down to wreak havoc on what we built.

Lana and I talk for hours. I get a pathetic sandwich delivered to the office and almost cry when I gulp it down, reminded that I’m not eating food Andrea prepared for me.

When she hangs up to go to sleep, I mechanically walk to the bathroom adjoining Andrea’s office. His scent is faint in the space, but I smell it nonetheless and another wave of longing seizes the edges of my heart.

I don’t want to go to my empty home and sleep in my bed without Andrea, so I shower and decide I’ll settle for the couch in his office. It looks comfortable enough and if I’m sure I can find a blanket hidden somewhere. Andrea sleeps anywhere but in his bedroom, so there should be everything I need here. He’s a workaholic, no way he never slept here before. The thought comforts me.

I open the cabinet in the bathroom and discover a wardrobe. Two neat suits and dress shirts hang from the rack, and I pick one up to cover my body. It swallows me whole and makes me feel closer to him. The soft fabric caresses my skin almost as smoothly as he would and my body responds, my nipples pebbling to high peaks.

Glad to know my horny ass is still alive and well in this dire situation.

Get a fucking grip.

I open a drawer, hoping to find boxer shorts I can sleep in. Nico can bring me a change of clothes for tomorrow. I’m not too happy about him going through my underthings but dire times call for dire measures.

My eyes land on a tee-shirt that looks too small to be Andrea’s. It’s a grey oversized cotton tee-shirt with a pocket on the breast. Peeking from the pocket is the head of a cat. If you pull though, the cat’s paw is drawn as the universal middle finger.

My smile takes up my whole face, knowing Andrea got extra clothes for me here, just in case. In case of what, I’m not sure but the idea is so thoughtful. Fuck him for being so fucking perfect. I’m barely holding on by a thread. Without being here, he manages to do something to make me melt. To own my heart.

I look closer to the drawer and it’s full of clothes for me. Other tee-shirts and blouses that don’t need ironing, a pair of yoga pants and a pair of jeans, underwear, even golden hoops and skincare products I use at home.

I guess I won’t need Nico’s help then. My outfit for tomorrow will be casual but when he’ll see me in it, he’ll know, and the perspective makes the butterflies in my belly somersault with excitement.

TWENTY-THREE

THREATS & PERILS

Last night was better than the previous one. Nestled on Andrea’s couch in his office, my mind had enough rest, but I won’t be settled until Andrea’s back with me.

I can’t go to the meeting with the custody officer but I’ll be waiting at the station. I want to be the first thing he sees when he gets out. The meeting is in half an hour, but before I can get ready, my phone buzzes.

Shelly

You should read the news. Call on all your other favours.

Shelly’s a smart woman, I’m not surprised she knows I collect favours like some people collect designer items but her text lacks the flirty undertone she always uses with me, even now that she knows I’m married.

I open an internet tab. My husband’s mugshot assaults me. Andrea’s name is used in the same sentence as “crime of passion”, “murder”, “jealous” and all the narrative I’m sure whoever did this worked hard to craft. My suspicions go back to Addams. He’s the only one who’d benefit from this shitshow. Andrea’s fall is a godsend for him.

Me

Have you seen the news?

Nico

Yes

Me

What about Addams?

Nico

No changes. I bugged his phone but nothing. He must use another line.

The damage control I’m going to need to do on this is abysmal. Andrea’s going to repay me with orgasms and home-cooked meals every single day for the rest of his fucking life.

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