Page 50 of Always With You

I am wreathed in smiles as last night’s kiss replays in my mind. Our first kiss. As luck would have it, I finally got to taste my wife’s lips which I had been craving for so long. Her soft, delicate lips tasted like honey, sweet beyond imagination. The kiss was total bliss and surely the best one I have ever had. And now that I have tasted the fires that burned in her luscious body, no other woman can ever so satisfy me. Damn! I had never gotten so lost in a kiss before.I diffused all my affection in that one kiss.

When I had trapped her between the wall and me, I had full intention totake her to my bed and indulge in something we both have been craving, where she would be screaming out my name in pleasure.She doesn’t realise but she does things to my body no other woman has ever been able to do.Feeling her coming apart in my arms, was the last straw that only added fuel to the fire.But when I felt her slightly uncomfortable under my steady gaze, it took all my self-control to pushback every single sinful desire that was echoing in my mind. Half-heartedly,I had to take a step back, giving her the space that we both needed.

After she walked into her bedroom, I made my way to my room. As I sat on my bed, I ruminated the coming days ahead that would be no less than a sweet torture. But if that’s what it will take to win over Alisha’s love in the end, then so be it. It’s no longer a physical need, it is a need to be strongly connected with heart and soul. And for that to happen, I need her to come to me willingly. Before I take this any further, I need her to get to know me, but how the hell do I do that? I’ve never been in any sort of relationship, where I was emotionally involved. I know how to make a woman reach orgasm, but how the hell do I make my wife fall in love with me? How the fuck do I prove to her there is no way that I can ever let her go? This marriage means the world to me, more than I ever imagined it to be. The rest of the night passes in anticipation that is so palpable that I can feel it running through my veins.

Recalling this morning, I feel a huge grin forming on my face again. The look on her face when she saw me was adorable. She was blushing deep which was amusing and somewhat sweet.I was almost tempted to pull her in my arms, but I didn’t know how she would react if I would broach the topic of the moment we kissed, or say that I want you to be my wife in every sense. So, without giving in to my temptations, I made my way to my office, my heart under protest for leaving her behind.

“Why are you smiling like an idiot?” Alisha’s dad asks, pulling me out of my trance.

My eyes automatically go to his face while he is sitting opposite me on his leather chair. It’s nine at night, and we are currently in his office. After I wrapped up my office work, as promised to Alisha, I came here to help out her dad. It’s been two hours since I have been here, organising his past few years’ paperwork and working on a strategic plan to create a stable financial platform. Alisha couldn’t make it today, as she is with her mom, helping her with some online household shopping. Now I regret coming here without Alisha. Her presence is the only thing that calms me in such situations, especially when confronting her father. But at the moment, it appears that I will surely be the death of this old man.

“Is smiling banned in your office, Dad?” I mock, straightening in my chair as I rivet my gaze to him.

“No. But the way you are smiling says either you have lost your senses, which is unsurprising for me, or you must be plotting something against me.” He raises his eyebrow. “So, which one is it?”

“None of the above,” I reply as I focus my attention back on the invoices that are lying on the desk in front of me. Though the idea of making him have a taste of his own medicine sounds appealing to me, I am aware having fun at her dear dad’s expense will only upset her, which is something I am not game for.

“I find it hard to believe,” he remarks.

I run a frustrated hand through my hair.Having this old man trust me or even like me is no less than pushing water up the hill. So, I don’t bother to waste my time explaining myself to him. Instead, I shrug my shoulders, trying to put an end to the subject.

“All okay with the Excel sheet?”

Mercifully, he lets go of the topic and looks back at his laptop with deep lines on his forehead. I think he wears a permanent frown on his face whenever I am around.

“Why the hell am I not able to balance the sheet?” he grumbles, moving the mouse restlessly on the mousepad.

“Let me check.” I look at him with a smile as I slowly turn the laptop towards me.

Scrutinising the numbers in the columns, I move the cursor on the screen as my hands move speedily on the keyboard. Alisha’s dad bites his tongue, staring at me with an obvious sceptical look on his face. His silence soothes my mind. How I wish he opts for silent fasting around me! I concentrate on the work at hand without his interruption, and a few minutes later, the monthly spreadsheet balances.

“Here, it’s all done,” I smirk, moving the laptop screen back to face him.

“You were able to do this in just five minutes?” He asks with a visibly shocked expression as he scrolls the mouse through the sheet.

“Yes. Well, I didn’t mention it before, but I am a pro at keeping books, a trait that I have adopted from my grandpa.”

He looks up from the laptop to me as he nods his head. “I’m impressed. You sure are very good with your skills, something which I am finding it hard to push down my throat.”

I can’t help but let out a short, amused laugh. “I think I shall take it as a compliment.”

“You should. I have my doubts if I will be generous with you that often.”

I nod knowingly, as though I guessed his words don’t hold any humour and are true. Taking a few seconds, I watch him with an intent gaze, as if I am trying to find the answer to some of my questions that are not letting my mind rest at peace. My heart leaps into a gallop as I give a thought about what I want to ask him.

“Can I ask you something, Dad?”

“Go ahead,” he responds, avoiding eye contact with me as he gives his attention back to the laptop.

My dilemma doesn’t allow me to put forth my feelings for some time, but eventually, I find my voice. “Do you think love can bloom despite the obstacles?”

Shifting his eyes back to me, he raises his eyebrows at my question. “This is what you want to ask?”

“I was just wondering about it if we happen to get the person who we truly love.”

He nods his head. “Short, honest, and blunt answer is… yes.”

Okay, I got his answer, but it doesn’t give me an insight. “Dad, can you please help me understand better?”

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