Page 100 of Choosing Hope

He seems to have made it a daily thing, after lunch, but before I collect our daughter.

Yesterday as I was lying in his arms, he announced that he’s planning to take a step back from the business, explaining that the deal he’s struck in Dubai alone will be enough to support us for the rest of our lives. Rupert will become a partner, and although Spencer will retain his role as CEO, Rupert will take over much of Spencer’s daily work. However, they still need to find someone else to fill Rupert’s previous legal role.

This afternoon while I’m lying in my new favorite position, following yet another earth-shattering orgasm from his golden tongue. I listen as he explains more plans for our future.

Since Spencer started his counseling, there’s no stopping him from speaking about his emotions. He regularly confesses his undying love for me.

“I can’t wait for the time when I can work from home permanently; I love being home with you and Lily.”

In my semi-comatose state, I smile up at him, and my heart swells. I’ve waited years for this; it hardly seems real.

He studies me for a moment, and the slight anxiety in his expression tells me he has another announcement.

“What would you think about traveling more while Lily’s still young?”

Nicky came over for dinner the other day. She’s just returned from the trip of a lifetime to South America. She told us endless colorful stories about her trip. Her romantic-sounding tale mesmerized Spencer.

“You know I’d love to, but what about Lily?”

“She’d come with us, of course,” he explains, as if he’d never heard such a ridiculous question. “I’ve been talking to Nicky.”

My eyes dart to him. As far as I’m aware, Spencer has never communicated with my friend without my knowledge before.

“I want to take you away.” His shoulder raises. “For a second honeymoon if you like. I’m not planning to rough it like Nicky does when she travels; we’d be staying at a luxury resort in the Maldives for two weeks with Nicky and Lily.”

My eyes grow wide.

“You can have some time with your friend; go to the spa, or whatever. There’s diving and watersports opportunities, activities for children. But mostly it’s a chance for us to reconnect away from everything here. I’m hoping Nicky can help look after Lily and give us some couple time.”

Overwhelmed by the idea, I throw my arms around him, pulling us even closer.

“If all goes well; we can talk about doing a longer, more challenging trip together, maybe next year.”

I kiss him hard. I’ve often envied Nicky for her traveling lifestyle. She’s seen some wonderful sights. To see them with herandmy family feels like a dream come true.

“That would be amazing. I love the idea,” I squeal.

“Good,” he says, with a beaming smile on his face.

His gaze drops lower, studying my naked body curled up on his lap.

“Now, personally, I think you’ve never looked better than you do at this moment but we need to get ready. We’ll be leaving in an hour.”

Spencer asked me to accompany him to a charity event. He explained several weeks ago that when he didn’t come home; he wasn’t always at the club. Sometimes, he was at the Govern Trust, spending time with the children and families.

“Iwasdressed, but my husband doesn’t seem to like me wearing clothes anymore,” I sass back with a grin. As I unfold myself from his lap, I notice the dress I’d carefully selected for this event this morning in a pile on the floor. It’s a plain but elegant wrap dress I chose because it wasn’t too flashy or revealing.

I stoop to pick it up. It looks like an old rag now; covered in wrinkles.

Spencer’s eyes heat my skin again when I catch him ogling me. A spike of something playful flutters in my chest.

“If you don’t leave this room in five seconds, I’m going to lay you out and bury this into you.” I glance down at his hand in his crotch, a growing bulge forming under the fabric of his trousers.

“Five, you say?” I chew on my lip purposefully, wasting time.

I’m slowly counting down in my head, and when I get to five, I amble toward the door. Until I hear his chair creak, telling me he’s stood up.

Without turning to glance back, I’m certain he’s coming for me. With a squeal, I run for the stairs, sprinting toward our bedroom at full pelt. But he’s faster.