Chapter 71 Chapter 36 (i)
CARL
This isn’t be possible. It can’t be happening.
My eyes were glued to the screen of my tablet, at the clip of the dancing couple posted as a reel in one of our friends’ Facebook account. Gabrielle was trying to seem like she was over the moon over Jigo’s first ever obvious romantic affair and she was doing the works. But she would be secretly seething because she wanted Jigo herself.
What’s happening? Jigo and Fae… together? How did it happen? I told him specifically to keep an eye on her. I never told him to pounce on her when she was vulnerable. My head felt overblown. Never have I imagined my bestfriend and the young woman I still see as a girl and a sister together like this. Never.
And I felt confused. Where was this resentment coming from? Why did I feel betrayed? Both of them didn’t owe me anything. And I didn’t see Fae like that… like a possession or something. Maybe it was because I took my big brother role seriously that I felt like they should have asked for my permission first before they… but I didn’t see myself as that kind of a brother either. If I had been given a sister, she could fall in love with someone like Jigo and I would be happy for her.
What’s wrong with me? Why do I feel this way? Why do I feel jealous? Why?
It was a Sunday and I was here to catch up on badly delayed work. My secretary wasn’t in, of course. So when I heard the door to my office open, I was both surprised and a bit annoyed at the disturbance. It didn’t let up when I saw who had arrived. And again, I felt strange, I shouldn’t be feeling like this towards my wife. She could come in and out anytime inside my spaces.
But for some reason, as I watched her saunter sexily in, I didn’t feel the elation… the sexual excitement I usually felt every time I see her. That tender feeling when I see her face smiling at me like she was doing right now was missing. She was wearing a short, white camisa ensemble that showed off her tanned shoulders and thighs—no bra. Her hair was loose and wavy as if she just came in from a breezy day but it looked soft and inviting. Her face was carefully made up, just a bit of make up and a lot of healthy skin. She looked beautiful and sexy. But I had to wait for a moment before I felt the banks of my desire to wake up.
What’s it I felt shocking?
In the video of Jigo and Fae that I had just watched, Fae was wearing a party gown designed in a way she had never worn before. It was one of Tammy’s creations, and her designs had always been sexy and chic, showing skin in strategic places but somehow managing to make the wearer stand elegantly on them. I had never even seen Fae wearing dresses or clothes that showed cleavage or were short. But last night, she was wearing a magical creation that showed too much of her front and back, and yet as she danced in Jigo’s arms, she was the most beautiful and, honestly, hottest woman I had ever laid eyes on.
And just seeing the image in my mind had my cock twitching inside my pants. I was looking at her bestfriend—or she used to be her bestfriend. Sarah and I destroyed that during the wedding with the fiasco this woman played on her friend. I was trying to avoid something like that so I deliberately didn’t invite Fae. I wanted to make up to her when we got back from the honeymoon. I couldn’t believe Sarah sneaked an invite. I couldn’t believe my sweet wife would do that to Fae. I wasn’t sure what her reason behind it was, I didn’t think being territorial of me was enough reason to do something cruel.
I still didn’t get it.
“Carl… hey, honey. What’s up?”
My eyes focused on Sarah. She had rounded my desk and had her butt resting on the edge of it as she faced me. I realized she had been calling my name several times and she’s now looking down at the tablet I held. I’d closed my Facebook and it was now on the home page. But for some reason, as I looked up at her face, I knew she was looking if I was watching a certain clip that she had already seen.
She knew.
Our eyes met when she looked back up at my face and she smiled sweetly. “See? We haven’t been together for an hour or so and you’ve already forgotten about me.” She was pouting. “I’m so hurt.”
“You know that’s not true,” I told her as I reached for her thigh to caress her. “Why are you here though? I thought you’re going to have your hair done.” Or something. She complained of dry hair from swimming in the sea when we were in Thailand. We stayed in beach resorts for the weeks of our honeymoon. As I’d already said, I didn’t see anything wrong with her hair. But she’s a woman.
“I’ve missed you.” She slid herself off the desk to sit on my lap. “I’m not used to not having you around all the time anymore.”
“I told you I came here to catch up with work. How am I gonna work if you’re here?”
“But I’ve missed you.”