The CEO's Entanglement

5 Misunderstanding

Elise POV

I refuse to cry until I make it to my car. I'm not sure what was happening in that office, but it sure as hell wasn't working. I push the button for the elevator and watch the numbers start to rise. When I hear footsteps coming down the hallway behind me, I make my way over to the door that leads to the stairs.

I don't want to hear a word my husband has to say at this moment. He can't make it home for dinner, but he is sitting there having a cozy meal with some other woman. A woman that was touching my husband. I know it wasn't anything s*xual, but she shouldn't be touching him at all.

As I make it down the first flight of stairs, the door above me bursts open. "Elise stop," my husband's frantic voice calls out to me. "F**k you, Morris. Go back to your girlfriend," I yell increasing my speed, which isn't easy wearing three-inch heels. "Elise, please stop. Let me explain," he says, and my heart aches in my chest. A part of me wants to stop and have him tell me that I'm the only woman he wants, but the bigger part of me doesn't trust myself right now to know if he's telling the truth.

I make it to the door that leads into the lobby. I'm just about push it open when strong hands grab me from behind "Elise, baby, please stop. Let me explain what you saw" he says. I start to fight but I'm no match for my husband. "I know what I saw, Morris. Let me go you cheating ba**ard." He releases me and his face looks like I slapped him.

Before he can say another word, I push open the door to the lobby. I'm glad to see it's empty because I can't stop the tears that start to fall. I make my way to the parking garage and slide into my car. Taking a few cleansing breaths, I start the car. When I pull out of the parking garage, my phone starts to ring.

Morris's name flashes on the screen, but I decline the call. He calls back three more times before I finally silence the phone. I know I have to talk to him, but right now I'm too upset to listen to his excuses. Thirty minutes later, I pull into my parents' driveway. I debated about going home and just sleeping in a guest room. I knew if I went home, Morris wouldn't leave me alone until I talked to him.

I'm just about to open the car door when a car pulls in behind me. It's dark, but I can still make out that it's Morris's BMW. I grip the steering wheel, realizing I'll never make it inside without him catching me. I also can't pull out because that ba**ard has blocked me in. I sure as hell don't want to have this fight in front of my mom and dad.

Knuckles wrapping on my window startle me. "Go away Morris. Go back to your tart." "I'm not going away, Elise. She isn't my anything. Stop acting like a child, we need to talk about what happened at the office" he says. Did he just call me a child after he was spending time with another woman? I'll rip his f**king balls off. I push open the door and come face to face with my smirking husband.

"I figured that comment would get you to open the door," he says. "I'm still confused about why you're here. Isn't your girlfriend going to be upset that you left before dessert?" The sound of a door opening catches both our attention. "Elise, Morris, I didn't expect to see you two tonight" my mother says. Before I can answer, Morris does. "Elise and I had a little misunderstanding which I intend to rectify. I was just about to take your daughter home. Thank you for keeping Emmy tonight," he says.

Without warning, he lifts me over his shoulder. "Morris, you had better put me down right now." I punch his back repeatedly, but it doesn't seem to faze him. I hear my mother chuckle and then close the door. He ignores me, carrying me over to the passenger side of his car. "I'm not going home with you Morris." He places me inside and buckles my seat belt without a word which just pisses me off more. When he closes the door, I hear the familiar beep locking me inside.

He slides into the driver's seat and immediately pulls out. Fine, I can't jump out of a moving vehicle, but I don't have to talk to him. "Elise, I swear to you that nothing was happening between me and Loreli." The b**ch has a name. He reaches over to take my hand, but I move it before he touches me. "Elise, please just talk to me." I turn to face him, anger coursing through my veins. "Fine, you want to talk, let's talk. Is she the reason you have been working late so much lately?"

"Elise, there is absolutely nothing going on between me and Loreli. She is my assistant. She often works late if I work late, but we are only working. I would never jeopardize what we have for five minutes of lust with any woman. You are the only woman I want" he says. I want to believe him. I want to believe he wouldn't blow up our beautiful life for s*x. "Let's say I believe you. Explain the dinner and her touching you if it's strictly working."

"Elise, there was a screw-up with the contract for the Lincoln Group just like I told you. What I didn't tell you is that it was Loreli's mistake. She was distraught and going on about how her boyfriend had broken up with her, and she wasn't focused on her work. She bought dinner to apologize for her mistake and for me missing our dinner together."

"I wasn't even going to eat it, but my stomach growled. As far as her touching my arm, I think she was just being friendly. I plan on having a conversation with her about boundaries because she also called me Morris a few times. I swear to you, Elise, I would never cheat on you. You are the love of my life and the only woman I want. I would never risk our amazing life for anyone."

I hate myself for my next question, but I have to ask it. She looked to be in her twenties and, based on her body, she doesn't have kids. I am by no means out of shape, but I'm curvy. Even more now after giving birth to Emmy. "So, you don't think she is attractive." I notice something flash in his eyes and my stomach clenches. He thinks she is attractive. "I'll never lie to you, Elise. I have eyes. I know she isn't a troll, but I am not attracted to her. She is an employee and I am her boss."

I know there is nothing wrong with his answer. It's probably better than if he flat out acted like she was a troll, but it still bothers me. I know I'm being unreasonable because I find people attractive. It's just hard to hear from my husband. "If her being my assistant makes you uncomfortable, I can assign her to one of the other higher ups and get a male assistant." He pulls into our parking space and turns the car off. He turns toward me and I see nothing but love and sincerity in his eyes.

I believe my husband, but I still don't trust this woman. If I tell him to reassign her, I look like I don't trust him, and I'm insecure in our relationship. So, despite wanting to scream yes to reassign her, I swallow that insecure feeling and put faith in my husband. "I'm sorry I overreacted. I should have given you the chance to explain everything, but seeing you with her was like a punch to the stomach."

"I trust you, Morris, but I would appreciate it if you have that conversation with her about boundaries. I don't want her touching you, and she needs to be professional. I would also prefer you not share meals with her unless it's with a group." He unbuckles my belt and pulls me across the center console, so I'm straddling him.

"You have nothing to apologize for, beautiful. I would have been just as upset if I walked into that office after I promised you, I would be home, and you were having dinner with a man I'd never met. I hate that you didn't talk to me, but I never should have sat to eat with her. I should have finished and went straight home. Can you forgive me for being an id*ot who thought with his stomach when I smelled the pasta?"

I chuckle and press a kiss on his lips. "I forgive you." "I will have that conversation with her first thing tomorrow. I also have a surprise for you. Can we go inside and make-up properly now," he asks. I nod, and he gives me a quick peck on my lips. Instead of letting me go back to my seat, he tightens his hold on me while he steps out of the car.

He carries me all the way inside our condo while I bury my face in his neck. When we make it to our bedroom, he finally sets me on my feet. "I love you, Elise. Never doubt that." "I love you too, Morris." "Now, promises were made, and I plan to deliver a lot of orgasms to my beautiful wife." I can't help the giggle that escapes me. God, I love this man.