Chapter 2
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"Oh, my God... What do I do? My husband is back, Roan! Why did you do this to me? What did I ever do to you?" She let out painful sobs as she snatched her nightie from the bed.
Without giving Roan a chance to say a word, she stormed out of the room in a hurry, leaving him to wallow in whatever pretentious confusion he was trying to show.
Roan, a charming young man in his early thirties - 31, was a man any woman would kill for... Any woman except his brother's wife.
He was never one to take advantage of any woman, but this woman was a walking temptress, and she didn't even know that.
From the very first day, Roan set eyes on young Natalie, he'd wanted nothing more than to stick his c**k right into her and juice her up real good. But all his fantasies about her came to a halt when he found out she wasn't one of those women who'd drool over him at every chance they got.
But God knows he was always drawn to her, no matter how much he tried. Just like last night.
Roan had been on a business trip to Los Angeles. Since his brother had a massive mansion in the city, he saw no reason why he shouldn't spend the entire time at his elder brother's place. The house was always open to him, even before Natalie came into the picture barely two years ago.
This was the second time he had come to visit after his brother got married to Natalie.
He was meant to hang out with friends last night, but he had to pick something up from the mansion before heading out. That was a mistake he shouldn't have made because it is definitely leading to his doom.
***
Natalie ran as fast as her legs could carry her into her matrimonial room. She wiped off the tears from her eyes as she stood in front of the vanity mirror, making sure she had no trace of her infidelity.
Suddenly, the door pushed open, revealing a tall, muscular man in his early thirties – 33, in his usual black suit and serious demeanor, looking all stressed out but handsome.
Her heart dropped when he smiled at her, revealing his perfect white teeth, his eyes reflecting genuine happiness when they rested on her.
"Honey..." He called as he strode into the vast room, walking over to where she stood. He gave her a hug. "How are you doing?" he asked as he quickly approached the dressing room.
"I am sorry I couldn't return home last night as promised. I had so much to do at the office. I also have a meeting to attend in thirty minutes," He continued, not even giving her the chance to respond to his greetings.
He came out of the dressing room with a neatly ironed and arranged white suit. He carefully lay it on the bed as he walked into the bathroom.
Natalie stood there like a shadow, watching his every move. He hadn't even looked at her for the second time since he walked into the room. Her heart sank.
This was the marriage she got herself into. Natalie Brenton, twenty-two, was the only daughter of the Brenton family – a small, not-so-influential family. She was the head of marketing for the Craydon Group of Companies.
She met Ashton on one of her business visits to his office when she went to get him to sign a contract for Craydon Group. It didn't take long for them to feel this connection between them. Without delay, they got married.
They were so in love with each other. But today, she highly doubted that love. She didn't even get the chance to know the man she was getting married to. It all happened so fast.
Ashton is the head of V & A Holdings. No doubt, he is a very busy man. But why was he so busy that he couldn't even have enough time for his wife?
Natalie sat on the bed, wiping off fresh tears that flowed from her eyes as she pushed back a dangling lock of her rich, ebony hair off her face.
"Babe, aren't you going to the office today?" Ashton's baritone voice brought her out of her sad thoughts.
"Ashton, can you at least look at me for a second?" She said in a firm tone, trying her best to keep her voice down.
Ashton paused, surprised at her outburst, "Is something wrong?" He asked, his brows furrowed, wondering what was happening with his wife.
"Come here," he walked over to her and pulled her up from where she sat, "I am sorry, babe. I am just trying to meet up with the new clients I talked about. What's going on? Have you been crying?" His eyes scanned her features.
She wasn't looking well. He hadn't even noticed when he walked in. He felt guilty.
"I am sorry, baby. Talk to me. What's going on?" He kissed her on the forehead, making her take a deep sigh to calm herself down.
"I went to see the doctor yesterday," she said, observing him. She knew he had forgotten all about the appointment she had with the doctor. But she wasn't ready to make a fuss out of it.
"Oh. Yeah. So, what did he say?"
"He said it's nothing serious. I am just down with a little fever," she announced in a sad tone.
"I'm so sorry to hear that. Are you sure you should be home? Shouldn't you stay at the hospital for a while for proper examination and care?" Concern laced his face, but it was immediately replaced with confusion.
"That is not the point, Ashton!" Natalie half-yelled, "I thought I was pregnant, Ash! But I am not!" She busted out in tears, her sobs filling the entire room.
"God, Nat, are we still on this? Haven't I told you to be patient? We'll make babies soon. Come on!" Ashton's words were filled with frustration. He was getting fed up with everything Natalie was doing.
"When? When, Ashton? We've been married for two whole years! When will the right time be?" More tears streamed down her cheeks as Ashton stepped away from her, walking quickly to the bed where he kept his clothes.
"I am not cut out for this right now. I have a meeting to attend," He said coldly as his demeanor returned to being cold and reserved.
"Are you hiding something from me, Ashton? Why don't you want to have kids with me? Is this about me?" She asked, walking over to where he stood. She needed answers.
"How can you say that? Haven't we been trying? Haven't we been f*****g? What else do you want me to do?" He tried to control his anger, which was already shimmering.
"How many times do you make love to me? When was the last time you touched me, Ashton? I am a woman. I have needs, too! It's always about your work! How do I get pregnant when you hardly ever touch me?" She sobbed.
"Maybe you should ask yourself those questions," He said, walking over to the vanity table as he wore some perfumes.
"What do you mean by that? So, this has been about me?" She felt her heart shatter into a million pieces.
"Have a nice day, Natalie," He said coldly and stormed out of the room.
Natalie felt her legs becoming too weak to bear her weight as she gave way to the weakness and let herself fall to the floor.
She clutched her chest tightly, letting the tears flow from her eyes like a fountain. She couldn't stop herself from crying, no matter how hard she tried.
Where had she gone wrong? Why couldn't he tell her where she had gone wrong? She would have apologized. Was it that difficult?
***
Natalie stepped out of her room in a hurry. She was running late for her day, all thanks to her little crying session, which relieved her of some of her burden.
Her blue corporate gown, slightly below knee level, hung loosely on her body, and her silky ebony hair was styled in a simple bun. She wore light make-up with an almost neutral pink lipstick adorning her small plump lips - her typical everyday looks.
She had applied a little bit of foundation to hide her saggy eyes as she'd not had a proper sleep all night.
As she walked down the corridor of the large mansion, heading towards the stairs, she struggled to put some documents together while holding her handbag under her arm. She was in a hurry.
Her fragile, petite frame suddenly bumped into something really hard, making her drop all the documents she had in her hands, causing them to scatter around the empty hall.
"Oh, my God. I'm..." She paused when she lifted her eyes to see what she had bumped into.
Her eyes felt moist, and her throat went dry when her gaze fell on the familiar figure - Roan.
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