Chapter 21

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I sat a few inches away from Kerrick, watching him type on his laptop. His eyes were trained on the screen intently and he seldom looked away expect when he was taking up more papers to type.

"Kerrick, why do you have to do that?"

"It's for a proposal I'm working on."

"I mean typing, don't you have an assistant at work to do it for you?"

"I don't need one." He replied stiffly, without meeting my eyes.

I frowned at him and he faintly looked over at me then back to his laptop.

"I think you do need an assistant, so you can leave all this work at the office."

"No," he sighed. "That still wouldn't make it any easier. I would have to constantly go back and forth between here and there whenever I need something and I don't have time for that."

"I still think it would be better."

He closed his laptop and got up, obviously not interested in continuing the conversation anymore.

It was frustrating, watching him work without any interest in anything else - including me. I didn't want to protest because it seemed important to him, but I felt I had to.

"Kerrick?" I called to him from where I was and his encompassing gaze cut across to me, somehow still taking me by surprise.

"I know I have a lot of work and I don't have time for you but this is something that has to be done." He walked over to his desk and sorted through a few papers, visibly stressed and tired.

Please don't give up on me.

Those words rang in my ears again, and I drifted back to that night about a week ago.

I was crying so hard that he eventually pulled to the side of the road and held me. I cried on his shoulder and he caressed my head gently but we didn't speak a word to each other for the rest of the night.

I couldn't understand why he asked me that but I knew I didn't want to leave him even though I had enough reasons to. It also made me angry because he knew very well what he did before and I couldn't possibly be able to forget about it easily.

I was confused and a part of me fought with the logics of my situation while another wanted to stay because I was fascinated and marveled by him, his aura and existence contradicted everything I'd ever known.

I was captivated by Kerrick. He was too much to sum up in words but so simple and plain at the same time. Apart of me wondered what he was always thinking and why he did things the way he did.

I could only wonder what he saw when he looked at me.

Maybe he saw me as the type of person his father said I was, I did marry him for money after all, money my father used to re-open the store. It pained my heart to think about it but I probably would never know.

"Delancy?" I snapped out of my reverie and stared at him, his expression remorseful. "I'm sorry about what happened at the party."

"It's okay."

My eyes darted away from him and he stared even deeper at me. He didn't say anything but it was clear he knew I wasn't telling the truth.

"I lied," I finally admitted. "It did bother me but I'm okay now, so don't worry."

He stated at me quietly then he went back to his work but I kept staring at him, knowing there was also another reason I was still with him, something I didn't want to admit. I had become dependent on him whether I liked it or not. I couldn't return to my father, especially since I told him I'd be okay. I couldn't tell him what I'd gone through with Kerrick and I also knew my dependency was partly because we slept together. He was the first and only man to be with me and that memory was something we shared regardless of what it was.

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