MSOTRB 2.
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LEO’s POV.
My body is tired. My soul is exhausted. My breathing is fazed…and the words that I never knew my loving and beautiful wife could ever say is not helping matters. I have had a very long and exhausting day at the office today. Yes, the deal we are working on currently is bulky and yet to be closed because of how bulky it is and I know it going to go well with no doubt; because it is I handling it alongside my wife, and friends… but still.
Still, today didn’t exactly go well. And we have not had time to have a proper convo about it like we do over even silly issues.
I would say this divorce words and even the paper is a prank. An expensive prank, because Brie is not above pranks. I fell hard for the one she played on Valentine’s Day like the one I fell for on New Year’s Eve was not enough.
Not with this expression she has though. Her face has never been this indecipherable, but at least her teary eyes tells me something. Pain… I see nothing but pain in her eyes. This is hard. This feels hard for her to do.
“Why?” With all of I have just thought about, that is the only word my patchy throat and hoarse voice could muster.
“Leo, we are not children. At this point we both know what we want individually. You know what you want. And although this was the most difficult decision I have taken in my life, I know this what I want.” The tears she has been struggling to keep in her eyes slips down her face, and I find myself catching her tears with my thumb pads as I feel my heart become heavier.
“Yes. We are adults. We both know what we want individually. I know what I want and what I do not want. Brie… Gabriella, you are the one I want. You are the only one I will ever want. And what I do not want is for us to separate. If there is something I am doing wrong, point it out. I will amend it… Brie, I will make it right. I lost you to my foolishness years ago, and if not because the heavens were either on my side or yours, you would have died with our daughter in your womb.
In those five years of searching for you, I knew and still know that I am forever an incomplete puzzle, and you are the missing piece that completes me. Gabriella Rucci, you complete me.” I say as I stare into her eyes.
“Delaney…” She trails off as her tears graduates to sobs and my hands fall to my side.
Fu.ck!
Fu.ck it!
Sh..it!
“Brie…” Whatever word I have to say after mentioning her name, be it a lie or the truth is cut off by the index finger she shoots up before turning her back on me.
My hand moves to grab her wrist, but like her body can always tell what I am about to do she turns to glare at me before moving to take her pillow. The pillow she cannot sleep without other than me… I watch her walk out, and my knees remains locked deep into the deepened side my knees have cost the mattress.
The freak.ing nightstand light… taking it, I smash it on the floor as I feel my eyes sting. Always thought papers make or break a man. Well all the papers I have handled, made me and none broke me, but this sh.it of paper laying on the bed with the divorce from wife… has my head aching in places I cannot imagine.
Getting off the bed, I make my way for the room she will surely be in… the red room. She detests the room yet she stays in there anytime we have a fight or mini disagreement. She stays and await my punishments. Ones she claims to hate but her body loves so much they move and have her lips asking for it.
But I know better than to walk into that room thinking a punishment will have her tear that paper that I will never consent to. I cannot let her go. I cannot imagine not having my wife. I cannot imagine my children going through sh.it because their mother knows what she wants now. And what she wants is no longer me…
Drink…
Drink…
I need to drink. I cannot face her right now. I cannot go into that room even if I know she is in there. Probably crying her eyes out…
“Get out… Leo, leave please. I want to be alone.” Her voice sips out of the dimly lit room as I walk in, and my body twitches as the silk robe she has on sticks to her skin likes it belongs there due to the heat of the room.
“At the very least… I cannot leave you to sweat…” I say as I move for the remote of the air conditioners.
I turn them on and as she stirs to slip off the bed, my eyes fails to not catch the swollen lips between her legs, and like my member always know its partner, I get hard and her eyes moves to catch the movement in my sweatpants before moving up to my eyes.
“Why are you still here?” Her voice is croaked from crying too much, and I step back.
“I care about you, Brie. You are my wife. Brie… I love you. I love you so much I cannot imagine having you away from me… I cannot —” Her lips presses against mine, shutting every word I am about to say.
Pulling her body to mine, I rest my other on her nape. This time expressing myself in the sync of our lips. Her hands moves for the drawstring of my sweatpants and I moan into mouth when I feel her hand squeeze me lightly as my precum gives her ease to stroke me a few times before breaking the kiss.
“Fu.ck me, husband.” The words roll out of her mouth casually yet sexier despite the situation.
Her wish is my command. Now and for life. Except if her wish is to divorce me.
“Lay on your back wife. Do not avert your eyes or shut them. The only time your eyes are allowed to close is when you need to blink, understood?” I tell her and she nods.
“Okay.” She uses her words when I step away from her.
“Brieee.”
“Understood.” She responds and I rest my palm on abdomen as my thumb works are cl.it for some seconds before aligning my member with her ready lips.
Pumping into her slowly leaves her wanting more... She wants to be fuc.ked not made love to. She wants to be punished because she thinks it is what I want and why I came in here.
Getting a firm but soft hold of her neck, I increase my pace and just like my wife; her moan intensifies when my teeth graze her nip.ple. She is mine. My wife. Her body is mine.
“When you fu.ck her, do you imagine she is the younger me who walked into your office years ago? When you fu.ck her do you —.”
“Shut up, Brie. Please.” I say as I pull out of her and get on my knees to have my tongue have its moment to taste her again as she gets close to her release.
Her right hand squeezes my hair as the other grips the sheets as she releases into my mouth.
“You have ruined my body for other men…” She comments as she catches her breathe and I massage her shaky legs until they are stable.
“You did not get a chance to be explored by other men. And I will never let any man who explore my wife live to see the next minute after he does.” It doesn’t sound okay, considering I do not deserve to speak such words.
But! I can actually not imagine another man exploring my wife… Brie turned 40 last month and still looks like she is in her late twenties. Young men and even older men have made advances but my darling wife would not give them a chance.
“Yet, you can explore other women? Especially if they look exactly like me.” Her voice is raised now.
“Brie…”
“Leo, can I not see you until tomorrow please? Go to her or go to wherever you can go… or no, I will leave it is your house anyway.” She wraps the bedsheet around herself as she speaks.
“This is our house. Your home. Our home. I will leave. And for the record I am not going to her.” I say and she sits back on the bed as I exit the room.
***
The drive to Brandon’s has to be the longest I have driven no matter how much I step on the accelerator pedal and even exceeded the speed limit. Now, I am at Brandon’s condo ten minutes to midnight waiting for him to come get the door.
“You look like life just shovelled sh.it in your face.” He says as he opens the door with a can of beer in his hand.
“Great compliment, thanks Man. I really appreciate.” I respond and brush past him as he steps aside for me to walk in.
“Be grateful Laura travelled and the kids are in their hostels. If not…” He trails off when he sees the bottle I have taken for myself.
“If you take that, because you have not taken one in years; it might not end up well. Drop the bottle and talk. What is up with you and Gabriella?” He takes the bottle and sets it down.
“Brie wants a divorce.” The words comes out the way I feel.. weak.
“What?!” The shock on his face matches the high pitched voice of Laura I had no idea was on the phone with him.
“She needs me away from the house or she leaves. I would rather leave than have her leave. I have taken too many foolish steps…” I grab the bottle off the table, and before Brandon can say a word the liquid’s soothing but burning feeling slips down my throat.
“I love you, Sunshine. Laters.” Brandon says into his phone.
“Do not end the call I want to hear whatever Leo has to say or I am calling Gabi.” Laura threatens.
“I know you love me too, Sunshine. Oh! And now is not the perfect time to speak to Brie. Neither is it supposed to be a phone convo. I am terminating the call, don’t miss me too much.” Brandon says and even before she can respond he ends the call.
“Leo, I know Gabriella . I knew her before you knew her. Gabriella is my wife’s best friend. She loves you so much. And I know you love her more. What went wrong?” He asks.
“Delaney.” I respond.
“Gabriella’s Doppelgänger?”
“Yes.”
“No. No. You did not.” Brandon looks so disappointed.
“I did. Brandon, I do not know how to call cheating on my wife a mistake because I was conscious. But I regret it now. I sound like a fool, but she may look exactly like my wife but she can never be her. None of them will ever be her. And you want to know what is crazy?” I am drinking so much now, even Brandon is wincing.
“What’s crazy?” He asks as he shuts the files he has a problem with.
“I cannot take it if another man touches or admires her beauty. Hell! I cannot imagine her cheating on me. I will lose it.’ I respond and he jerks the bottle from me.
“You are not getting drunk, you are just hurting yourself more. Leo, do you love Gabriella?” He asks.
Should that even be a question?
I would die in her stead without thinking twice.
“Should that even be a question?” I answer.
“I know you love her, but grant her the divorce.” He replies.
“What?! No. Why would I even do that?” I retort.
“If you love her you will grant her wish. She has been faithful to you. Meanwhile! This isn’t your first time, neither is it your second time. Let other men touch your wife.” I do not know if he is trying to provoke me but either ways I am currently beyond provoked.
“Do not act all high and mighty Brandon. You cheated on Laura once too. I know you want to say it was just once, but one time is enough.” I respond and he gulps down the rest of the content in his glass as he winces.
“Did you lie about having anything to do with Delaney?” He asks.
Shaking my head, I finally use my words; “I did not lie to her. I would never tell my wife a lie but I did not deny either. I neither admitted or denied but knowing my wife, my response; outspoken or not already tells her the truth I neither told nor kept.”
“Cut Delaney off then. You cannot hold back your wife from getting her freedom because you do not want to share her, but without her permission… I do not expect her freak.ing permission, but without her permission want her to share you. Whatever it is that is between you and Delaney can be brought to an end. She is a freak.ing gold-digger. One who follows a married forty-five year old man, whose first born is eighteen. How do you think Mari will feel when she finds out her father is messing around with a lady who is just eight years older than her? You were saying Gabi is inconsiderate of the children. Have you asked yourself if you are considerate? Have you thought about how bad you are hurting Gabi? And how disappointed thirteen years old Tyler will feel? Leonardo, as your best friend I am advising you cut off Delaney. Pay her off. She sure has men her age or a little other willing to have her date them.” His tone is that of which he uses in the boardrooms, serious and honest.
I swear I get the point, but does anyone think I would deliberately want to hurt my wife or children? I tried. After the first time I fu.cked her, I thought it was going to be only once because it was meant to be once… but like Gabi said, while I fu.cked her all I could think of was my innocent wife kneeling in the room I wanted her the first time I ever got the opportunity to claim her as my sub and mine only. I even moaned Brie’s name instead of Delaney’s…
While I have heard people say they have met people who looks like them, or have been told that someone mentioned seeing the other person and thinking it was them. I never imagined someone could look the same . I mean exactly like my wife. The only difference is the huge age gap. Even her voice is the same as that of Brie.
Oh! And one more difference. The scar I made on Brie’s cleavage…
“I cannot cut Delaney off.” I state.
Even if I wanted to. It has gotten difficult now. Completely difficult.
“Why?” I know Brandon is trying his possible best to understand me, but he cannot help the look of disappointment he has on.
I am disappointed too. I do not know how I found myself in this mess. But I am in it already.
“Delaney is pregnant.” I respond and bury my face in my palm as Brandon releases an exasperated sigh.
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