Book 2: So, this is Forever
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Becky's POV
I remained frozen in our bed, still processing the unexpected turn of events. My wife had just left, after turning me on. As the door closed, I snapped back to reality, and a surge of frustration and desire swirled within me.
"Ugh! You're going to regret this, Freen!" I exclaimed, a mixture of exasperation and yearning in my voice. The room seemed to echo with my declaration, and I couldn't shake the intensity of the feelings coursing through me.
Determined to regain control of the situation, I took a deep breath, attempting to compose myself. The lingering warmth from our shared morning passion clashed with the simmering frustration, creating a tumultuous blend of emotions.
As I contemplated my next move, a mischievous smile crept onto my face. Perhaps a playful retaliation was in order. With a newfound resolve, I rose from the bed, ready to turn the tables and keep the morning alive with a spirited sense of spontaneity.
I decided to channel my emotions into a playful retaliation. As I made my way to the shower, the warm water cascading down became a soothing balm, gradually washing away the frustration and leaving a renewed sense of mischief in its wake.
Stepping into my walk-in closet, I surveyed the array of clothing options. My attention fixated on a particular dress, a choice I deemed perfect for initiating my revenge.
With a sly grin, I slipped into the selected dress, feeling a surge of confidence as it embraced my form. The fabric clung delicately in all the right places, accentuating the curves that I knew would capture Freen's attention.
As I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, a sense of satisfaction washed over me. It was time to turn the tables, to playfully respond to Freen's earlier tease with a touch of my own. With a renewed sense of purpose, I left the closet.
Entering the dining area, I discovered Freen already dressed, a realization that she must have selected her attire while I was in the shower, possibly taking advantage of one of our guest rooms for a quick bath.
She stood with her back to me, completely oblivious to my presence.
"Wow, Mommy! You look so beautiful!" My daughter's exclamation rang out as soon as she laid eyes on me, prompting Freen to turn her gaze in my direction.
I caught Freen discreetly scanning me from head to toe, her playful mannerism of running her tongue inside her cheeks evident. It brought a mischievous grin to my face as I silently declared, "I'll make you drool over me, Sarocha!" in the recesses of my mind.
Approaching them, I gently pushed up Freen's chin, playfully gesturing for her to close her slightly agape mouth. It was a teasing move which turned her into red tomato.
"Thank you, sweetheart. You are beautiful too," I replied with genuine warmth, leaning down to plant a tender kiss on my daughter's cheeks as I approached her.
Freen, flashed a playful smile. "Well, aren't you a vision this morning?" she remarked, her eyes filled with a delightful mix of amusement and appreciation.
I returned her grin, "I have a client meeting later, so I thought I'd dress to impress," I casually explained.
As I observed Freen's reaction, her expression seemed to shift slightly upon hearing my response. Despite the momentary change, she gracefully pulled out my chair, embodying her usual gentleness.
Before settling into her chair, my wife leaned in and planted a sweet kiss on my cheeks, a gesture that warmed the morning even more. As we began our breakfast, the atmosphere was filled with a sense of unity and shared joy.
"Babe, I'll be heading to Saint this morning, and afterward, there's a press conference. I need to make a statement for the public about what truly happened at Chankimha Industries and to announce that I am alive. Can you accompany me?" Freen inquired.
"I'd love to, babe. I have a quick meeting with Mr. O'Brien this morning, and then I'll meet you at the press conference," I responded.
Freen shook her head gently, "No, baby. I'll drive you to Forever Jewelries and pick you up later. Now that I'm back, I will drive for you again as much as possible, just like old times," she declared, not as a request but a determined statement.
I couldn't help but smile at Freen's declaration.
"If that's what you like!" I replied with a playful grin, savoring the return of this small yet cherished routine. Freen and I had always found comfort in these familiar roles.
Freen mirrored my smile, "Well, get used to it again, my love."
As we continued breakfast, I caught my wife's subtle gaze on me. The playful challenge lingered in the air, and I couldn't help but think, "I'll tempt and tease you all day as revenge." The unspoken promise added a delightful anticipation to the morning, creating a shared understanding that would shape the playful dynamics of our day ahead.
As we finished breakfast and completed our daughter's homeschool routines, my wife, true to her words, graciously drove me to our company.
Upon our arrival at Forever Jewelries, Freen stepped out of the car and held the door open for me. "Welcome to Forever Jewelries, where everything is as eternal as our love," she quipped with a grin, playfully echoing the tagline of the renowned establishment.
"Thank you, my gentlewoman," I said to Freen, my fingers lightly tracing a sensual trail on her shoulder.
She cleared her throat and spoke, "I'll pick you up later, baby."
I nodded, offering a kiss on her cheeks.
"Baby, I'm your wife," she said, pouting.
"Yes, you are," I smiled, teasing her gently.
"Then kiss me properly, you know," she insisted, pointing at her lips.
I giggled, "Okay, as a price for driving me here," and I pecked her lips.
"Not like that. Like this, my love," and she surprised me with a more lingering and affectionate kiss—even dipping towards my neck!
When she finally let go of my lips, I playfully slapped her shoulders while smiling. "Now go, I still have to prepare before the meeting."
With a chuckle, I made my way into the bustling world of Forever Jewelries. The familiar hum of activity greeted me as I navigated through the sparkling displays, each piece telling a story of craftsmanship and elegance.
As I approached my office, I couldn't help but reflect on the events of the morning—the playful banter, the shared breakfast, and Freen's surprise display of affection. A subtle blush lingered on my cheeks, a testament to the delightful distractions my wife had woven into the day.
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Freen's POV
As I entered the hospital room, a sense of concern enveloped me. My brother lay in the bed, and my father emerged from the bathroom, a sign that he had just finished showering. The sterile hospital environment contrasted sharply with the warmth we aimed to bring.
"Good morning, everyone," I greeted, trying to infuse some positivity into the atmosphere. "I bought coffee and breakfast for you and Mom," I added, directing the gesture towards my father.
My father nodded appreciatively. "Thank you, it's much needed," he replied, his tired eyes reflecting the stress of the situation.
My mother, who had been sitting by my brother's bedside, looked up and managed a small smile. "Coffee would be great, dear. It's been a long night, he had a fever and the doctors were worried about infection, but his temperature already went down early this morning."
I set the coffee cups on the bedside table and took a seat beside my brother. The room was filled with a mix of medical equipment sounds. My brother, though weakened, managed a faint smile.
"How are you feeling today?" I asked, my voice laced with genuine concern.
He sighed, "Better than yesterday, I guess. The pain is more manageable."
My mother joined the conversation, "The doctors say he's responding well to the treatment. It's just going to take time."
We spent the morning in the hospital room, sipping coffee, sharing stories, and providing the comfort that familial presence brings. As the hours passed, I couldn't help but marvel at the resilience of my family, facing adversity together.
"So you'll have the media conference later; do you need me to accompany you?" my father asked.
"Appreciate it, Dad. But I got this. However, I'll be needing you for further investigation regarding Heng," I answered.
"Alright, I trust you. Thank you, Freen, and I'm sorry," he declared with dropped shoulders.
I approached and sat beside him. "Dad, it's not your fault. I'm sorry you have to be in this situation. I know you treated Heng like your own son, and this hurts you."
He sighed, a heavy exhale that carried the weight of the situation. "I never saw it coming. I believed in him."
"We all did, Dad. Heng was adept at hiding his true intentions. It's not your fault," I reassured him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
My mother, sensing the heaviness of the moment, joined the conversation. "We'll get through this together, as a family. We're here for you Freen, and your father will assist in any way he can with the investigation."
My father nodded, a silent acknowledgment of his commitment to supporting me through the challenging times ahead. We sat in a momentary silence, a family bound by shared trials and the unspoken strength that came from facing them together.
As the hospital room clock ticked away, the anticipation of the upcoming media conference loomed. I appreciated the reassurance and support of my family.
As we continued our conversation, I received a call from my wife.
"Hello, Babe," I answered the call.
"Baby, I just called to ask what time you're going to pick me up. I forgot to ask earlier. Mr. O'Brien is inviting me to lunch, so I'd like to know if I still have time before the conference," she explained.
I immediately furrowed my brows, signaling to my family that I needed a moment to address the call.
"Baby, the conference is still at 2 pm, but I was hoping we could have a lunch date before that," I responded, hoping that Becky would prioritize our time together over the client.
She chuckled on the other end of the line, a lightness in her voice. "This new client is actually persuasive. But I'll politely decline and prioritize my wife."
A warmth spread through me, grateful for her understanding. "Thank you, baby. I'll be there to pick you up in a while. We can find a nice place nearby for lunch before heading to the conference together."
"That sounds perfect. . Love you," she said before we exchanged affectionate goodbyes.
Ending the call, I rejoined my family, who looked at me with curiosity. "Everything alright?" my mother asked.
"Yes, just coordinating plans with Becky," I reassured them. "She'll join me for lunch, and then we'll head to the press conference together."
My father nodded in understanding, and a supportive smile played on my mother's lips. "You know, Freen, your wife really suffered thinking she lost you in the past six months, and having you back seemed to brighten Becky's smile again."
I acknowledged my mother's observation. "Yes, Mom, we've been through a lot, and I'm determined to make up for the time we lost."
As I prepared to leave, my mother offered a gentle reminder, "Take care of each other, and cherish these every moment."
"We will, Mom. Thank you," I expressed my appreciation before heading to pick up Becky.
Arriving at her location, I found Becky waiting with a radiant smile that seemed to echo the relief and joy of having me back.
Arriving at Forever Jewelries, the surprise on some employees' faces was palpable. Understandably so, considering they believed I was no longer alive. I approached my wife's secretary, Noi, with a friendly inquiry, "Noi, is my wife in her office?"
"Ma'am Becky is in the conference room," Noi responded with a smile. It seemed my wife had already informed her about my return, as she no longer looked taken aback.
I nodded my appreciation and made my way to the conference room.
Upon entering, I found Becky engaged in snacks with her client. As she noticed me, she stood up.
"Hi there!" she greeted, leaning in to kiss my cheeks. However, I turned to meet her lips, a subtle display to the man seated that Becky was unequivocally mine.
"Hi, my love," I uttered after the brief but intentional kiss.
I observed her shaking her head with a smile.
"Freen, meet our new corporate partner for the west of the US, Mr. Mark O'Brien," she said, gesturing towards the man.
"Mr. O'Brien, this is Freen Sarocha Chankimha, my wife, a co-founder and an executive of Forever Jewelries," she continued, emphasizing the dual roles I held in both her personal and professional life.
The introduction marked the beginning of a delicate balance between the professional and personal aspects of our lives.
"Mr. O'Brien, it's a pleasure to meet you," I extended my hand, offering a cordial greeting.
"The pleasure is mine," Mark responded, a genial smile accompanying his words. However, I couldn't help but notice the affectionate gaze he directed toward my wife.
"Thank you for trusting the company," I said as we settled into our seats.
"Well, Becky here has a very compelling partnership offer, and who could resist her charm," he replied, his eyes lingering on my wife's cleavage. A surge of anger clutched at my fist, appalled by his audacity.
"Oh, you're too kind with your words," my wife responded, seemingly oblivious to the man's attempt at flirtation.
"Anyways, I think we can conclude our meeting now, till next time," Mark stood up, signaling the end of the discussion.
Wanting him to leave, I spoke, "Let me walk you to the elevator."
"No need, Freen," he declined. Then, facing my wife, he held out his hand for a handshake, which Becky accepted. Instead of letting go, he held her hand between his own and spoke, "Becky, I hope you can indulge me next time for lunch or even dinner," he declared, as if I weren't in the room.
My patience waned, and my frustration grew as I observed the blatant disregard for boundaries. The delicate dance between personal and professional boundaries had taken an uncomfortable turn.
As Mark's audacious declaration hung in the air, my frustration reached its peak. A surge of protective instinct propelled me to assert my presence and uphold the sanctity of our relationship.
I stepped forward, my tone measured but firm, "Mr. O'Brien, while we appreciate the partnership, our schedule is quite tight. However, we'll let you know if my wife and I are available for a delightful meal."
"Alright", Mark replied, though his tone carried a hint of reluctance. With a final nod, he left the room, leaving behind a trail of unresolved tension.
Once he departed, my wife instinctively held onto my arm, sensing the frustration and jealousy that had taken residence within me.
"Baby, I'm so..."
"Let's talk in your office," I uttered firmly, cutting her words short. The need for a private conversation was evident.
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Becky's POV
After the formalities of our meeting, I began to notice that our new client was making advances on me. I'm now relieved that I turned down his lunch invitation because Freen wanted a lunch date with me.
Mark O'Brien has been flirting with me, despite knowing I'm married. I somewhat regret wearing a revealing dress, intending it as a playful tease for my wife in response to something she did this morning.
As I actively work to secure a partnership with his company, I'm handling his advances by remaining patient and steering clear of any disrespectful responses.
Since I declined his lunch invite, he insisted on having snacks in the conference room. To maintain professionalism, I agreed, as we were still within the confines of my company.
Hoping that Freen arrives early to rescue me from this situation, I quickly texted my wife, "Baby, where are you?"
I nodded at Mark, creating the illusion that I was engaged in the conversation.
After hitting the send button, I saw the conference room door open, revealing my wife.
"Hi there!" I greeted her, attempting to kiss her on the cheeks. To my surprise, she planted a soft kiss on my lips. I smiled, grateful for her subtle display of ownership. Thank you, baby, for showing that I am yours, I thought to myself.
I played it cool, introducing them and making it crystal clear that Freen is my wife. But this guy, Mark, seems to be completely oblivious. He goes ahead and invites me for lunch or dinner, as if Freen's not standing right there. I could see my wife getting pretty pissed off, but she's keeping her cool, staying professional.
If push comes to shove, and Freen decides to walk away from the deal, I'll totally be on board. I mean, come on, my loyalty is with my wife, no deal is worth compromising that.
After Mark finally left, I grabbed onto Freen's arms, genuinely sorry for the awkward situation. I knew it could've made her uncomfortable or even hurt her. But before I could get the apology out, she interrupted, saying, "Let's talk in your office."
Oh boy! That's never a good sign. I think I'm in trouble. I braced myself for what was undoubtedly going to be a serious conversation.
She led me into my office, and as soon as I stepped inside, she pressed me against the door, capturing both of my hands with her left. I felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness, anticipating a different kind of trouble—undoubtedly a pleasurable one; a naughty thought crossed my mind.
In that intimate space, Freen's gaze locked with mine, and a seductive smile played on her lips.
"He was eyeing my favorites," she whispered, her warm breath caressing my earlobe while delicately tracing the edge of the dress over my cleavage. Her fingertips danced with a teasing, feather-light touch across my skin. "But they're mine alone," she declared. Then her hand grabbed my clothed breast—her favorites!
With a swift movement, she pressed her lips against mine, a passionate kiss that spoke volumes.
The room's atmosphere shifted, and any tension from Mark's advances dissipated. Freen took charge, transforming the situation into an unexpectedly sensual and thrilling encounter.
Author's note:
Hey everyone, it's been a while since the last update. L Life's been busy, and I'll be honest, I've hit a bit of a snag—I've been losing some motivation to write. I've got the storyline and ideas brewing, but I couldn't get myself to finalize it. Appreciate your patience with this single-chapter update for now.
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