Emma ignored everyone as she marched to her husband’s office. She burst through his door, not wasting time to knock 'What the hell is wrong with you?!' She shouted, not even caring that he was in a meeting. Everyone turn to look at her. The Chinese men must think her crazy from the way they were staring at her.
Jonas scowled. He was not happy at all. 'Gentlemen, this is my lovely wife Emma.' He introduced coming to stand in front of her before he turn to look back at the men 'If it's alright with you, I will like to postpone and we can me back here say in an hour?' The men look from her to Jonas before nodding. One by one all three got up and left the room, the door closing silently behind them. Jonas stared at her before he shook his head and walked pass. The sound of the lock clicking in place echoed in the room. 'Now dear wife what is the problem?'
'Problem? My problem is you trying to control every aspect of my life. Like seriously who does that?!' She ran her hands through her hair in frustration. She just couldn't understand 'You told Dr. Green not to tell me that I had complications. Why?'
'I don't have to explain myself to you, I'm sorry. Just forget about it.' Emma could only stare at him, so emotionless like he didn't do anything wrong. It only pisses her off more.
'Yes you do. I am your wife, it means sharing things and NOT trying to do things behind the others back. You don't think what you did was wrong, you are just a fucking possessive, controlling bastard!' Her eyes widened when he advanced on her forcing her to step back. She hit the door and before she could even turn to open it he was on her. 'Get off me Jonas!' He struggled out of his arms but it was no use. Then he kissed her. It sent fire through her system but she fought it. After last night and what happen today, she wasn't going let him take advantage of her 'I don't want to...' besides he wasn't attracted to her, he scorned her. Why was he on her?
'Oh yeah? I bet if I push my hands in these sexy jeans of yours I can feel how wet you are...' and before she knew it he held both her arms above her head in one if his. The other? Unbutton her jeans and he stuck his hands in her panties. She could feel his fingers pushing through the curls before he found her core. 'Yes you want to, you are so soaking wet...' he moaned against her throat.
Emma tried to fight it, she honestly did but then he stuck a finger inside her and started fingering her. She lost her will and the fight. He lift her and next thing she knew she was on his desk lying on her back. She stare up at him, he was looking at her. Desire filled his eyes, a look she hadn't seen in so long that it immediately crippled her. Did he really want to?
He completed to task of pulling off her jeans fast before he practically tore her panties off, leaving a burn in its wake. He pushed up her legs and open them wide staring down at her. Her legs kissed her breast, she was so wide and open that she tried to close them 'No, you are so hot. Keep your feet where they are...' he commanded as he unbuckled his belt and push down his pants along with his boxers. His hardness sprang forward, a drip of pearly liquid coating the head. One hand rested on her thigh to keep it to her chest and the other guided his lovely shaft to her heat.
At the first contact she immediately wanted him buried fast and hard into her. 'Lean up and look while I disappear into you...' she did just that and watch fascinated as he pushed inch by inch into her body. He would push in the pull out then in again until all of him was buried balls deep in her heat. Fuck, she breathed hard and fell back on the hard desk. 'Oh yes... hell Emma, I've missed you...' he admitted as his gaze was still trained on where they were joined.
He looked at her and just went crazy. He rode her rough and hard. Covering her mouth with one hands, he slammed into her over and over. 'Come!' He commanded, begged, when she tried to hold it off. She shook her head. She didn't want to sleep with him and if she have him her orgasm then it was one more thing he tries to control. She could feel him thicken inside her, and with much effort she smiled and tightened her muscles. He came, she won.
Tears ran from her eyes with the effort it took not to let go. She was tense and it took all her efforts not to just fall off the cliff with him. She could feel everything and as the eutrophic look left his face it was replaced by rage. 'What the fuck Emma?!' He screamed and pulled out.
She wiped her eyes and jumped off the desk. Not looking at him, she scrambled for her clothes and ran into the adjoining bathroom. After she cleaned herself up she walked back into the office. Jonas stood looking out the window and he turn to look at her. With the sun providing a halo, he looked like an angel. Cast out because of his ire ways.
He was beautiful, it's such a pity. She hated him at the moment. She refused to sit back and let him treat her like shit. Like she didn't matter or her opinions didn't matter. She might have been docile when she was pregnant but she was tired of it. Thinking about the beginning only made her sad. Most of the time, he had been sweet loving and her care and happiness was his number one goal. Yes he had been possessive, controlling still, but she was able to take it all in stride. She had mostly dismissed his behavior, accepting his apology simply because she couldn't bother. But with all his bad ways, the good was always considered. And she had fallen in love with both sides. Again she wondered what happen.
She shook her head. She missed him, missed sitting down and talking to him. Missed the way he would simply hold her hand.
'You can't control everything Jonas. It was wrong of you to keep something like that from me. It my body and I have a right to it. I'm going home.'
She move to the door 'Chris went with you to the doctor's,' it wasn't a question 'He has my babies right now...'
'Where are you going with this?' She cut him off.
He was glowering at her. 'I don't want my children spending time with another man. Nor my wife...'
'Is that right? Did you even hear a word I said today?' She shook her head. She didn't know how they got to them discussing her spending time with the guy. She hadn't even seen him in weeks. 'Whatever. I'm going home.' She left before he could say anything else.
In the parking lot across the street, she got in her car. The babies were sleeping and Chris was texting on his phone 'Hey, is everything good?' He asked.
Emma shook her head. She was getting a headache. They remained in silence as she drove them his Chris apartment. She left him off, and after a hug Chris got out 'Hey Emma don't be a stranger alright? I miss you...' he left before she could respond. That was her potential boyfriend before Jonas had shown up. He had loved her. Her life was so messed up.
Emma drove slowly home occasionally checking on her babies, who remained sleeping. Her mind wondered back to Jonas. She thought he loved her, after everything he done. Now she wasn't so sure.
What could she do? What can she do? She didn't know how to fix them because she didn't know where the distance came from especially so fast. Emma sighed, for now she will care for her babies and make sure that both her darlings were okay.
The days that follow were filled with awkward silence and tense conversations. Emma hadn't forgive him for what he had done and Jonas knew this. Looking at it now he realized it was wrong but he couldn't bring himself to admit it. He was always realizing too late and always apologizing for his actions that it was starting to mean less. Here he was for the first time in weeks, home for dinner. Was this his way of showing that he regretted his actions? Maybe. Did he want things to go back to the way they were? Definitely.
Emma had barely spoken to him and he couldn't believe how much he actually missed her. Watching her care for the babies only makes him want her more. And he promised himself that after the deal was complete he was going to take them on their honeymoon. Maybe the can find their way back to each other.
Destinations ran through his mind as he walked into the dining room where he heard his girls. Emma was singing to them softly, with her not so good voice. The babies loved it so he didn't bother to let her know she can't sing... at all. And now it was no different.
He walked in and find the babies in their double spaced carrier basket, cheery and waving their hands in the air. Toothless grins and all. He smiled at them. He tore his gaze from them to the table that was now set with food. It looked like vegetable stew with tofu. Emma looked up in surprise and Jonas could see she was happy to see him even though she tried to hide it. She was still mad at him after all. But he was confused. Why was she setting the table? He hadn't been home early in weeks and she knew the deal kept him busy. And if she knew he was coming why was she acting surprise? And he asked her this.
'I do so every evening, I cook I set the table for the both of us and I wait for you.' she didn't meet his eyes at her confession but he didn't need to see her face to know how hurt she was.
'Fuck Emma...' he walked over to her and hugged her from behind. She stiffened in his arms but he didn't let her go 'I'm sorry for everything. For not coming home... as I'd once promised, for not holding and kissing you.'
She was quiet and after the longest while he felt her body sag against him 'I know now you don't love me and we didn't particularly married for love but I need to feel that I'm in this relationship with you. I don't want a husband who works all the time and doesn't come home for dinner. Sometime it's okay because I know times might get busy but I won't have it on a regular basis.' She took a deep breath 'And I need you to trust me to stand as equal beside you and trust that I can make my own decisions. It's not okay to make decisions for me or not ask for my opinion when it relates to you, me and the girls.' He squeezed her tight to let her know he listened and understand what she was saying.
He was so used to making decisions and taking charge that he had expected that when it comes to his wife as well. He always do it, when was he going learn that it doesn't ever work? 'Come, sit and let's eat.' He released her and before she moved to the babies he turned her and kissed her 'Thank you for everything.' he whispered 'And I'm sorry for the way I handled you at my office the other day.' She blushed and nodded.
He moved to get the babies and one by one he played a little with each whispering his words of love in their tiny ear. He had never said the words out loud, well not in front of Emma. It just felt odd.
He settled them back in the basket and carried the twins to the head of the table and placed them in the chair next to him. Emma came back with a beer for him and a glass of sorrel juice for herself.
He smiled happily as she sat down on the other side of him and took his hand under the table. She was staring at him and it was then he had to remind himself that she loved him. It was her who broke eye contact and Jonas looked at his delicious food.
And for the first time in weeks he ate dinner with his family.
She thought everything had changed. From the first evening he came home, she had hope that this was the beginning of something new. And it was. He had come home for the first week but it was like everything he said meant nothing and he revert back to the old ways. He missed one dinner, then it was two and it's gradually increase until she saw less and less of him. And the worst has happen. He started to travel. She hadn't seen him in days, and the last she knew he was in China. But that was not what the news was saying.
Here she sat after a long day, browsing through the channels and happen upon an entertainment station. She was about to skip when she saw her husband face on the TV. It was saying he was in Paris, Emma frowned. He was supposed to be in China, they had spoken last night.
Her eyes widened when she saw a woman clutching to his arms. Not just any woman but Ariel. What was she doing with him? She hadn't seen her since her return with the babies from the hospital. Thoughts started running through her mind and they took root. Had Jonas really been spending all his time at the office? What has he really been doing and had he really been working at all? Tears welled in her eyes as her thoughts assaulted her. He wouldn't would he?
He hadn't touched her, sexually or otherwise, since that time at his office. Has Ariel finally got her grip onto her husband?