When Love & Hate Collide [Completed]

Chapter 97 - Let's Play it from the Start

After ages I felt like everything was going to be alright. It was stupid of Norberto to ask me to leave thinking that that would make me happy but, in the end, it turned out for best. If not for his ridiculous suggestion, I might have never been emboldened enough to express my love and feelings so openly, something that would made his nuthead accept that I was never leaving him again. I couldn't even say I blamed him completely,  cause my past actions did speak for deserting habits, leaving him high and dry when he least expected. So may be he didn't want to leave things to me, to blow him another hard one yet again. 

So though it was disturbing, eventually I was happy this happened. Apart from the fact that I had never taken lead in expressing my love, his health may have also led to me holding myself for longer. Lying in his arms on that couch in his studio, the exact place where it all started, place where once I had hated him, I felt we had come a full circle. I had finally fully accepted I was in love and I was finally happy.

There were still many questions between us, still some misunderstandings that needed to be resolved but I believed we could handle it together. Getting up from the couch, I was about to ask him when he pulled me back in his arms and threw me off with this his sudden question. "How did you know I had been fucking starving for you," he asked impatiently.

This wasn't what I was expecting but then overcoming my surprise, I chided him for his lack of initiative, something that had been troubling me since the day we had got married.

"Your actions hardly show that," I tried to reply nonchalantly not knowing that I was pouting without being aware of it.

"Let me correct that mistake. Let's go to the bedroom."

"Now? But we just-"

"Mrs Fritz, you underestimate me. You are not coming out of that bedroom any time soon."

"One would have thought you would have aged with years, how old are you now?"

"Old enough to still fuck you. After that touching declaration from you, it would be a crime not to do so."

I turned crimson at his words. Trying to cover up my discomfort-cum-pleasure, I asked, "What about Raul?"

"Josh will understand. He will keep him busy."

"Oh, yes! Your Man-Friday. Has this also been part of your training? Was he always so helpful when you would entertain your friends?"

"You know I don't have friends."

"Well, what should I call them then, your lovers?" I asked lightly, though I was feeling anything but easy with the way our conversation was heading but it was time to let all the skeletons out of the closet. It wouldn't be easy but there was no other way than full catharsis.

"Lovers? Let's see whom did I ever love?" Norberto started, feigning deep thinking, but it had already gone too far to pull back now.

"Greta?" I asked tentatively.

"You must be fucking kidding me. You seem to be in love with that woman to bring her up in crazy conversations!" He snapped in irritation.

"You think it's easy to talk about your husband ex? Especially when they tend to keep coming in the present. Or have you forgotten, I found you and her in your bedroom? In your bed?" I asked, unable to keep off my hurt from my voice.

It was precarious to bring that up when we had just sorted out differences but like I said, I was in mood for full catharsis. And it was ridiculous if not hurtful for him to be getting so upset when I was the one who had to endure watching him with his mistress when he wouldn't even bother to look at me. And the man says he was starving for me!