The Goddess Sculpture Is Actually My Husband’s Secret Mistress! - Chapter 54: Chapter 54
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He didn't listen and forcefully dragged me to an empty room near the lobby.
He locked the door. I scoffed and sat on a chair nearby. Marcus slowly walked towards me and knelt in front of me. He held my hands with both of his as he stared at me in guilt.
"What now? Go and play with your nice booty call" I said while looking away. I knew he saw the tears in my eyes but I still didn't want look at him.
I liked Marcus a lot more than I've ever liked my previous boyfriends. They just used me but Marcus became someone special. His relationship with Clara hurt me more than I thought it would and it strangely made me feel jealous.
"I'm sorry. At first I didn't want this marriage. I-I did it to get it out of my mind. But I promise I never did anything like that from the moment I put this ring on your finger" he said while brushing his fingers against my wedding ring.
I was someone who firmly believed in marriage. Respect and honesty were the most important factors to make the bond last. He knew I didn't like her and he could have told me about the relationship they had today morning.
Maybe I was overreacting, maybe it was nothing but you never know until you feel it yourself. And right now my heart was aching.
Involuntarily, a single tear escaped my eyes at his words. I heard him sigh before he stood up.
He slowly leaned in and kissed the tear on my cheek. My eyes widened in surprise as I looked into his eyes.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me off the chair, making me stand up. He looked at me and different kinds of emotions flashed across his eyes.
Regret, pain and sorrow.
He kissed another tear that fell on my cheeks and this time the kiss lasted longer lingering on my cheek as my body shivered under his tender touch. He cupped my face with both of his hands and slightly lifted my head so that our eyes would meet.
"Don't cry. I don't like seeing you cry" he whispered in a broken voice.
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to him. I kept my head on his shoulder and tried to hide my tear filled eyes.
His eyes fluttered shut inhaling my scent as he stroked my hair, mumbling an apology. I was pressed to his chest tightly and I felt our wild hearts beating at a swift pace demanding to be let out.
His smile made me forget the world. His words gave me a purpose in life. His touch ignited a sensation within me. His mere presence made me feel that I wasn't alone.
I suddenly realized what this feeling was that I had been having all this time.
I love him.
I love Marcus Anderson.
My chest heaved in relief as if I had just untangled a tight knot.
I knew why I was overreacting. I was jealous and selfish because I wanted him all to myself.
Leaning back I looked at him through my glossy eyes.
Wiping my tears with his thumb , he leaned closer and kissed my forehead. Then he took a handkerchief out of his pocket and started wiping my tear stained face.
"You seriously have a handkerchief in your pocket?" I said with a small chuckle and he nodded his head in return.
"Strawberry, Vegetarian and a handkerchief. You surprise me a lot" I said in a mocking tone as I dragged him out of the room.
"You're not angry right?" he asked pleadingly.
"Is that your favorite question these days mister?" I joked again trying to lighten up the mood.
"Well you get angry a lot. Is it that time of the month again? " He asked sarcastically with a small smirk playing on his lips.
"You did not just ask me that. You didn't. You are dead" I hit him with my fist as he tried to cover himself, laughing hilariously.
"What's going on?" Clara stood in front of us looking confused.
Marcus held my hand tightly and pulled me to his chest.
"Come to my office room. Then you can speak with us" Marcus said in a flat tone and walked past her, dragging me along with him.
I was sitting next to Marcus as Clara sat in front of us. Her secretary was speaking the entire time, probably because she didn't understand anything that was going on.
The contest was to be held three weeks from now on. The events of the first week would be held in a cruise ship of the RJ's. The rest of the month will be in Marcus's hotel which he surprisingly agreed to give to us.
Clara was eyeing Marcus the entire time. I was very uncomfortable sitting in front of her, knowing that she had once been intimate with my husband.
"You have any good movies to watch?" Marcus asked me as Clara left with her support squad.
"I think we have a contest to prepare for" I said with a playful smile on my lips.
"We don't have to work at night"
I laughed, enjoying this side of his personality and his lips curled into a small smile as he stared at me with amusement.
He locked the door. I scoffed and sat on a chair nearby. Marcus slowly walked towards me and knelt in front of me. He held my hands with both of his as he stared at me in guilt.
"What now? Go and play with your nice booty call" I said while looking away. I knew he saw the tears in my eyes but I still didn't want look at him.
I liked Marcus a lot more than I've ever liked my previous boyfriends. They just used me but Marcus became someone special. His relationship with Clara hurt me more than I thought it would and it strangely made me feel jealous.
"I'm sorry. At first I didn't want this marriage. I-I did it to get it out of my mind. But I promise I never did anything like that from the moment I put this ring on your finger" he said while brushing his fingers against my wedding ring.
I was someone who firmly believed in marriage. Respect and honesty were the most important factors to make the bond last. He knew I didn't like her and he could have told me about the relationship they had today morning.
Maybe I was overreacting, maybe it was nothing but you never know until you feel it yourself. And right now my heart was aching.
Involuntarily, a single tear escaped my eyes at his words. I heard him sigh before he stood up.
He slowly leaned in and kissed the tear on my cheek. My eyes widened in surprise as I looked into his eyes.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me off the chair, making me stand up. He looked at me and different kinds of emotions flashed across his eyes.
Regret, pain and sorrow.
He kissed another tear that fell on my cheeks and this time the kiss lasted longer lingering on my cheek as my body shivered under his tender touch. He cupped my face with both of his hands and slightly lifted my head so that our eyes would meet.
"Don't cry. I don't like seeing you cry" he whispered in a broken voice.
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to him. I kept my head on his shoulder and tried to hide my tear filled eyes.
His eyes fluttered shut inhaling my scent as he stroked my hair, mumbling an apology. I was pressed to his chest tightly and I felt our wild hearts beating at a swift pace demanding to be let out.
His smile made me forget the world. His words gave me a purpose in life. His touch ignited a sensation within me. His mere presence made me feel that I wasn't alone.
I suddenly realized what this feeling was that I had been having all this time.
I love him.
I love Marcus Anderson.
My chest heaved in relief as if I had just untangled a tight knot.
I knew why I was overreacting. I was jealous and selfish because I wanted him all to myself.
Leaning back I looked at him through my glossy eyes.
Wiping my tears with his thumb , he leaned closer and kissed my forehead. Then he took a handkerchief out of his pocket and started wiping my tear stained face.
"You seriously have a handkerchief in your pocket?" I said with a small chuckle and he nodded his head in return.
"Strawberry, Vegetarian and a handkerchief. You surprise me a lot" I said in a mocking tone as I dragged him out of the room.
"You're not angry right?" he asked pleadingly.
"Is that your favorite question these days mister?" I joked again trying to lighten up the mood.
"Well you get angry a lot. Is it that time of the month again? " He asked sarcastically with a small smirk playing on his lips.
"You did not just ask me that. You didn't. You are dead" I hit him with my fist as he tried to cover himself, laughing hilariously.
"What's going on?" Clara stood in front of us looking confused.
Marcus held my hand tightly and pulled me to his chest.
"Come to my office room. Then you can speak with us" Marcus said in a flat tone and walked past her, dragging me along with him.
I was sitting next to Marcus as Clara sat in front of us. Her secretary was speaking the entire time, probably because she didn't understand anything that was going on.
The contest was to be held three weeks from now on. The events of the first week would be held in a cruise ship of the RJ's. The rest of the month will be in Marcus's hotel which he surprisingly agreed to give to us.
Clara was eyeing Marcus the entire time. I was very uncomfortable sitting in front of her, knowing that she had once been intimate with my husband.
"You have any good movies to watch?" Marcus asked me as Clara left with her support squad.
"I think we have a contest to prepare for" I said with a playful smile on my lips.
"We don't have to work at night"
I laughed, enjoying this side of his personality and his lips curled into a small smile as he stared at me with amusement.
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