Page 81 of Falling for the Wife

Nevertheless, I was dealing the best way I knew possible and handling the delicate situation with immense care.

It had been a week since I’d left Rose’s home. She was in ongoing therapy at a facility where she’d be staying for the next three weeks. Her assistant was taking care of her business while she was in treatment. I had yet to hear from her doctor, waiting for the signal I could go in and visit her. My guilt wouldn’t easily diminish, and I doubted it would anytime soon. I hoped to see her in a more rational state of mind so I could fully apologize for my actions.

Gisele had been patient and didn’t question whatever actions I had taken in regard to Rose. I’d actually expected some reluctance or some spitefulness since she had loathed the woman ever since we married, but I hadn’t heard a negative peep out of her. She had stated she trusted me implicitly. A shocking revelation even after what had happened between us, and I admit, she had no idea how much burden it had lifted off of me. I was undeserving of her trust, but she had given it to me, anyway. I should strongly feel the same sentiment towards her, but somehow, there was still a little nagging voice that didn’t fully trust her when it came to Wyatt. Though I had given her a wide berth, there was still a tiny speck of doubt. One, I believed, wasn’t fading anytime soon.

Tonight, we were celebrating Thanksgiving. My mother was coming over. So were Vivienne and her twin siblings, Gisele’s friend Ginny, and one of my colleagues and a trusted friend who also was personally recruited by Peter from India. Anahl Redy, or A for short since he didn’t like to be teased by fellow workers because his name sounded like a blatant invitation to be shagged in the bottom, handled the mainframe computers and the very one that specifically handled and updated the compound’s computer and security framework. In the past week, I had come across a secret secured pressurized door in the basement which closely resembled the vaults in the banks but with a modernized design, and I wondered if Anahl knew about it. Apart from myself, he, too, spent quite an amount of time down in the basement when he had to do his rounds of updates and scans. He also was one of our top research and development engineers and one of the very few members Peter trusted with his life’s work and secret projects. We were a team of five, the core team and the brains behind the company.

I had accidentally discovered the door through a white paneled wall, leading through a secret flight of stairs towards the dark room to a blue-lit door. The house was riddled with panic rooms, but this wasn’t one of them. Peter kept me up to date the best he could but never once mentioned anything about a secured armored door. It specifically required a twenty-five-key code with only one attempt before it fully deadbolted itself. Even if I had the capability of getting the right code, I would at least need two to three attempts to get it right. My piqued curiosity wouldn’t ebb. As a result, I was hoping Anahl would shed some light on it.

My mother arrived at thirty past five, a little tipsy for my liking. Alas, she was merry and had a massive grin on her face. She and I were in the kitchen with Thomas hovering in the background while I waited for Gisele to come down and join us. The guests were to arrive in half an hour’s time. She and I had just finished a sweaty romp on the bed, so she was immobile for almost an hour since she didn’t have the energy to move a muscle.

The minx had turned into a gluttonous hellion. Each morning, I’d wake up wet from her essence. She took liberties with my sleeping state, grinding her cunt on my length, rubbing it until she came. She left the fucking and deep penetrations to yours truly. Left to her own devices, the nymph got off clitoral stimulation; hence, the morning rubdown. Obviously, I’d be greeted with a throbbing hard-on, and with her gone to school, I was left to fend for myself. I loved it all. The very thought of her riding me because she couldn’t help herself made me all sorts of proud of her, but the only downside was the blue balls. However, I supposed, as long as she was sated and happy, I wouldn’t mind the painful reminder of her wantonness. Although she didn’t have school this morning, she had to wake early since she and the girls had to do their yearly volunteer work serving food to the homeless. Before she left, she did her usual routine. This time, I let the throb linger.

The moment the little sexy nympho walked into the foyer, I hoisted her sweet body over my shoulder and locked us in the bedroom for two hours. One didn’t have to guess how sexually frustrated I was. Her screams were a testament in themselves. She could rub and come all she liked, but she had to be prepared for my retaliation.

All three of her holes were ravaged in varying momentums.

Life with Gisele sure wasn’t dull.

“I’m delighted you’ve moved back in.” My mother broke through my thoughts, studying me as she sipped on her red wine. “May I ask how things are between you and Gisele?”

Curious as ever, I had no doubt my mother wouldn’t leave until she had all the information to be reassured I was not intending to make another hasty exit. She adored Gisele, and upon hearing I was back to where I should be…Well, ecstatic would be too mild a word to express how delighted Abigail St. James was.

Snickering at her overly expectant face, I toyed with my drink before taking a hefty gulp. “We’re working things out. I’m pleased we did…It’s been a hellish time. But here we are, and it’s high time she and I come together to sort this marriage out.”

My mother sputtered some of her wine. “Oh, dear,” she gasped as she wiped her lips before grinning madly at me. “I knew your jealous arse wouldn’t be able to stand it! She’s your wife, a beautiful, sweet, intelligent young woman whom you chose to abandon due to whatever pitiful reasons you generated in your brilliant mind. Obviously, not all men were created equal. Some brighter than others…some complete idiots, and some appreciate and see the value of such a woman. The second you mentioned she was entertaining men, it was only a matter of time until your possessive nature kicked in. Good thing it did jumpstart at the right time. Can you imagine what it’d be like if she fell in love with someone else? You’d be gutted again, my dear.”

Over the years, my mother had an insufferable trait of easily reading through my bullshit. In the end, she was always right. This instance with Gisele wasn’t an exception. “Try not to point out your son’s misgivings to my wife. Nor the mention of my past…I’ll deal with it in due time.”

“As you wish.” She surprised me with a hug before she kissed my cheek. “You deserve this happiness, my stubborn child. Don’t let your guilt dictate how you live anymore. You’ve paid enough. You’ve done enough. Let her light in and let her love heal you. You won’t regret it.”

I knew Thomas could very well hear our conversation, so I merely nodded, feeling the weight of her words.

“Abigail, it’s good to see you again.” Gisele strode into the kitchen, dressed in an emerald dress that stopped above her knees.

My chest constricted at the sight of her. I’d had her merely an hour ago, and yet, my body still hungrily responded to hers as though it had never had a taste of her.

“You look lovely, dear.” My mother gave her a warm hug before adoringly kissing her cheek.

Gisele then placed her hand on the side of my hip before kissing my neck. “Sorry I took a little longer than promised.”

This little display of intimacy caught me unawares, but instead of panicking, warmth filled me, dawning on me just how much I actually enjoyed this new phase she and I were sharing.

Dinner was a lax affair. Thomas, who was always so formal, actually got so inebriated Gisele and I had to help him to his private quarters. The rest of the party carried on drinking, and it didn’t end until almost three in the morning. For as long as I could remember, I hadn’t laughed and enjoyed other people’s company the way I had last night. Reservations had been thrown out the window the more I drank. Had it not been for my mother and Gisele’s help, I’d have struggled my way around the house.

I fell asleep even before my face hit the pillow. Sliding in and out of consciousness, I vaguely recalled Gisele helping me out of my clothes and running a warm cloth over my face before kissing me goodnight.

The next morning, I woke up with a splitting migraine. I indulged in having a drink or two on a daily basis, but never to this excessive extent. This was the fun price of overindulgence.

Grumbling a moan, my eyes squinted at the bright room. The time indicated ten in the morning.

Hell, I had overslept.

I was up at sixty-thirty every day without fail—well, apart for on occasions when Gisele was in bed with me. That was when my schedule began to falter, and my mundane rules tended to be momentarily forgotten.

Gisele’s side was empty, darkening my mood further. Where was she? Lightly shoving the covers, I checked to see if she had ridden me the way she always did, but this time, there wasn’t a hint of her on me.

“Gisele?” I called out and was met with silence.