Page 71 of Marry Lies
Because now that I’ve watched her like that, my obsession will only grow.
I need time to come to terms with the idea that I physically crave my wife.
But not only that…
I craveher inallways, mind, body, and soul.
And perhaps tomorrow, I’ll have to tell her.
* * *
I wake up at five, take a quick shower, and change into a black Tom Ford suit. I go slower than usual as I exit my bedroom around six, hoping to run into Estelle. However, her door is still closed. A small, niggling feeling is telling me to check on her, but I leave her be. I go downstairs to make coffee, not thinking twice when I set the kettle to boil for her tea. I’ve watched her as she prepares it, so I decide to go ahead and make it for her—adding a splash of milk and two sugars.
I bring both mugs back to our living quarters and take a seat on the sofa with a nonfiction paperback I’ve been trying to read for months. That way, once she wakes up, we can discuss what happened. After last night, I want her to feel like she can come to me and ask me questions.
Sometime between watching her climax on her bed and waking up this morning, I’d decided to lay it all out on the table for her—the voyeurism, the money transfers, everything. No secrets. Maybe she’ll leave, but she deserves to have the choice.
And I can’t keep ignoring my feelings for her.
I must doze off on the atrocious pink sofa, because I wake up a couple of hours later with the sun streaming through the living room window. I jump up and look around, glancing down at my phone.
9:58
Fuck.
It’s nearly ten, and I can’t remember the last time I slept this late.
Yawning, I glance at Estelle’s door, and it’s still closed. Her tea is untouched on the coffee table.
With furrowed brows, I walk around the suite, wondering if she saw me and left a note. But, nothing.
I pull the suite door open and walk through the castle, hoping I find her sketching or sitting in one of the living rooms, perhaps listening to one of her audiobooks. But the castle is empty—aside from Luna, who is working at her computer. I knock on her open door twice to alert her of my presence, and she smiles up at me.
“Well, good morning, sunshine,” she chirps.
“It’s nearly afternoon,” I grumble, sitting down in the chair opposite of her desk and crossing my legs, realizing how rumpled my suit is.
She gives me a coy smile. “Sleep well?”
“Yes,” I concede, rubbing my face. “Surprisingly. Is Estelle around?”
Luna shakes her head. “No, I haven’t seen her. I assumed she was with you?”
Alarm bells are going off in my mind. I uncross my legs and lean forward. “But it’s after ten.”
Her brows pull together. “Maybe she’s not feeling well?”
I stand quickly. “Maybe. Thanks Luna. I’ll go check on her.”
“Let me know if you need anything,” Luna says softly as I rush out of her office.
I avoid the elevator and take the staircase two at a time. Panic shudders through me, and I curl my fists as I round the corner of our living quarters.
Is she sick?
Did something happen?
Maybe she saw me watching her last night.
