31. Yasmeena
Chapter 31
Yasmeena
I don’t know what word or words to say that can give my mind the chance to comprehend what just happened. I don’t hate what happened, I am just… confused because I didn’t expect it to be this good. The marriage that I thought I was going to have is very different from what I have now. Enrique wants to have sex more than once to have a baby and it’s interesting to me. He’s pretty convincing with what he’s doing with his body.
Tasting me is something that I don’t know what to envision it as but my body came alive when he said that.
Shaking my head, I ignore his words in my head as I feel the ghost of his fingers all over me and inside of me.
In order to quiet my mind, I focus on the humming of a song that I really enjoyed when I was younger playing as I shower; Jessica Simpson and Nick Lachey’s Where You Are. I didn’t even realize when I started to hum it but the humming turned into singing as I dip my head under the shower washing my hair, it helps me focus on anything else than Enrique.
After the washing of my hair and my shower, I step out and dry my body. Wiping away the fog of the mirror, I continue to hum to another Jessica Simpson song playing, With You as I towel dry my hair and leave it up in the towel as I slip into my plush bathrobe on, going to my next step. I quickly do my nightly face routine and I don’t bother blow-drying my hair as I remove the towel leaving it in its curly form, something I rarely ever do.
I get out of the bathroom and walk towards the area with my lotion for my body. The song is still playing as I move my body to it while singing and moisturizing my body. I completely forgot that I’m not alone until I slipped my mini sweat shorts on sans panties and turned around.
“Oh shit!”
“I should be the one saying oh, shit.”
“Why?” I ask as I slip on a t-shirt.
“I didn’t know you would be the type of person to sing and you actually can sing. Impressive. And the way you were rubbing on yourself with that lotion was starting to make me think you wanted round three.”
Round three? “I’m sorry, round three? Absolutely not. And yeah, at one point in my delusional teenhood, I thought I wanted to be a singer but I’ve moved on.”
“Anything is possible. I’ll get you there one day. It wasn’t delusional. You’re very good.”
“I’m okay, singing was more of a, what’s the word, hobby and as for the other one, the shower is open. You can use my things. There’s an extra unused loofa, toothbrush, and towels.”
“You should sing more often. Okay, I would have used my hands if necessary until Jeeves brought my things. Who knows we may shower together one day.”
“Have a nice shower, Enrique.”
He walks up to me and tugs at a curl before wrapping one around his finger. “I like these. Very cute.” he admits and drops a kiss on my nose before he disappears.
“What the hell?”
I shake my head not trying to concentrate on whatever just happened. The kiss on the nose is not something that was in the contract but I’ll bring it up when he’s done his shower… for now, I’ll focus on strategizing with Matthew.
As I settle on the couch, I turn on the tv to just let there be background noise as I focus back on my work and what needs to be done. I have to make sure I watch the way everyone reacts to the news and how it will affect my business, either my family name will make it worse for me or make it better.
Drew: are you okay? Need anything?
Me: nope, it’s fine. Maybe, check everything around the house and speak to my house manager, Clara.
Drew: okay, jeeves is almost done collecting everything for Mr Souza and we’ll be back there.
Drew: i’m a little worried about the security through the smaller back gates. I know it leads to like the forest but is there anyone I need to contact so they can check that out?
Me: okay
Me: the list that I sent you when you first started working has someone who can check that out.
Me: i’ll wait for your confirmation before making any attempts to go back home.
Drew: okay perfect. Glad you’re safe, Yasmi! .
Me: thanks, Drew.
Drew: anything else I need to make sure is done?
Me: water the plants?
Drew: done.
Switching from Drew to my computer, I look at every detail focusing on what I can at the moment without wanting to think too much about how much more invasive my life is about to become or what I'll have to hide in order to be out in public with the cameras on me again. I don’t hate the paparazzi or the news nor the blogs for doing their job but I do hate that I can’t go to my doctor’s office in peace anymore and that I’ll have to further hide what is going on with me. While I am detached to a lot of things, I am not detached to myself or the situation that I’m being put in.
The couch doesn’t do it for me, it makes me restless. I move to the plush carpet sitting in an accomplished pose as I simultaneously work on semi meditating while still focusing on what needs to be done. My cell pings again.
I move on to Francois’s message. This brings a smile to my face.
Francois: wait… wait… your CFO? Darling, what have you not been telling me?
Me: I wanted to keep that a secret for a little while longer.
Francois: I get it. Your secrets are always safe with me and fine, as long as he’s making you smile… I don't care.
My head tilts at the text message because what do I reply to this? Does Enrique make me smile? Something I could’ve thought about but it doesn’t matter because smiling isn’t really in the contract, is it?
But does that mean I have to practice on smiling around him for the interview? Will I have to say he makes me smile?
Francois: darling, you’re starting to make me wait when I know you’re not at work… ouch, i thought i would have an affair with a married woman, one day but this is soooon, non?
This makes me laugh out loud and shake my head. Leave it to Francois to make me laugh especially at a time like this.
“Who in the hell are you talking to?” Enrique asks while leaning in to see the screen. His frown deepening as he reads.
My eyes move to him. Enrique is in a towel, my mind goes blank as I eye him from toes all the way up to his v-cut, his abs, well-veiny arms, biceps, formed chest, defined shoulders, full lips, light green eyes that are wanting to probe deep into my body and slicked-back, wet hair that I don’t think I’ve ever seen in this state.
“Francois. He was checking in.”
“That last text looks like more than checking in and you're laughing. He needs to respect me as your husband.” he leans over and covers my mouth. “Don't you dare say the word contract to me when your brother just outed our marriage to the world. Francois needs to respect my role as your husband.”
He removes his hand and stands back to full height. It's hard to decipher the look on his face.
“His message upset you? Even though he’s joking?”
“We don't need any mention of possible affairs in the wake of this scandal. Jokes or not. Plus, no one likes when someone flirts with their spouse.”
“I see.” There’s not much else I can say to that so I leave it alone. “Any ideas spark up?”
“About?”
“Strategizing.”
Enrique’s phone rings, not giving us the chance to speak. He makes a face taking a deep breath in and out before he answers the phone. “Amá, my love.”
Enrique walks away to the bed and sits on it as he listens to the person on the other end of the phone call.