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CHAPTER 6

 

CHAPTER 6


New York. 08:24

London. 13:24

Paris. 14:24

Hong Kong. 21:24

Sydney. 12:24


There she was sitting amongst fellow students eagerly taking notes on the relationship between Hamlet and Ophelia, when all she did was stare up at the five clocks hanging on top of the classroom board, wondering what her husband was doing.

She had been close to texting him but had soon stopped herself.

Don't care too much, she silently said to herself as she deleted the beginning words of the text.

The following day after their wedding, they'd flown to Paris on separate flights per her request and she'd stayed holed up in his house. The few times when he wasn't busy working they'd made love over and over and over again, so much so that she'd taken painkillers afterwards because of the ache in her thighs.

She still experienced post-coital tristesse each time they were intimate and it frustrated her because she couldn't figure out why and because of that it was intensifying an already dysfunctional energy between them, where he'd figured she'd reject cuddling or kissing after sex and so he would just go about his business but that's not before Naomi gave him his insulin shot.

The day before when Saint had walked into his room at two am in the morning, she'd told him she needed to go back to London to attend her lectures. After she'd said that, for a brief moment they both seemed a little shocked by her statement, and she could speak for both of them to say for the last 72 hours it'd felt they were living in a bubble and it was only when she verbally concluded that she needed to go back did the bubble burst and she'd felt uneasy inside at her unexpected reluctance to do so.

He'd quickly recovered and had casually asked her the days when she was in uni, but Naomi had to take a pause on answering his question. For someone who was a stranger to her a month ago, and now completely in his life but not for love but for love of financial freedom, she still found herself wanting to hold back a lot about herself which baffled her because when he was just a companion on speed dial, she felt completely given to him.

In the end, she'd told him she went into uni on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays and for some reason he'd been visibly happy by her response. From then on, despite being tired, he'd asked her multiple questions until he fell asleep. For a long while, she'd stared and studied Saint's sleeping face until she felt compelled to run a finger along the edge of his face, under the curves of his lips, his earlobe and down to his strong shoulders.

It would have been the first time she'd touched him outside of foreplay and excited by that fact she couldn't keep her hands off him – until he woke up.

“Do you want me?” He'd asked and before she knew what he was doing, Saint took her wandering hand and placed it on his crotch. “Because I always want you.”

Shocked she'd been caught red handed she'd remained silent and snatched her hands back and under the dim lighting from the lamp by her bed side, she could see his bi-coloured eyes swirl in desire.

“I'm sorry. Goodnight.” And with that she'd turned over and brought the sheets closer to her nose, trying to calm her racing heart for being caught red handed.

There was still so much her head needed to process but was forcing to the back of her head. Within three months of her leaving her parent's house she'd gotten herself married, de-virginised and had become a closet gold-digger. Telling her parents that she was a wife – that was a totally different story, one that would involve her parents having a stroke, heart attack, or something else to that effect.

So there she was on a Tuesday afternoon back in London after Saint had driven her to the airport early in the morning. When he'd tried to kiss her, she'd pushed him away because even though his car was tinted she was paranoid someone could see but before she knew what was happening she'd performed fellatio on him.

A small smile curved on her lips as she remembered how he'd shifted away and told her to stop because she didn't realise she was grazing his erection too hard with her teeth causing him pain and what she'd loved was how patient he'd been with telling her how to do it.

“Don't over think it,” she remembered him saying sensing her anxiety when she started again but that was quickly replaced with the eagerness to do it right, because his pleasure had quickly become hers and when eventually he'd combust it pleased her.

After landing and sending a quick text to Saint telling him so, she'd taken a train straight to Victoria and as soon as she got to her room she took a shower needing to wash away his smell.

For obvious reasons, she hadn't had enough slept and so with half an hour to go before the seminar finished, she took her things and left.

When she returned back to her accommodation she took a nap before waking up and attempted to sketch some designs, or tried to but her head was full with Saint. She wanted him.

Frustrated at not being able to work, she left her room and went into the kitchen to eat. Not even five minutes later Miriam walked in looking all dressed up wearing her polka-dot dress and light make up.

“You look nice,” Naomi said as her friend opened the fridge and took out an avocado.

Grasping the fruit by its side, Miriam sliced it open. “And you're rude.”

Surprised by the claim, Naomi stopped eating her brownie. “How am I rude?”

“Today's my birthday and you didn't even wish me happy birthday.”

“I'm so sorry Miriam, I've been like so busy trying to finish all my coursework I forgot,” she said feeling a pang of guilt at having told an half-lie to her friend.

“I'm guessing you forgot that I got us a VIP table at the club in Mayfair.”

The guilty look on Naomi's face was prominent that needed no verbal answer but fortunately Miriam not one to get easily mad, simply shook her head in fake disapproval.

“You're still gonna come right?”

Yes as soon as I let my husband not to be expecting me, Naomi wanted to say but only said a simple yes to which an excited Miriam clapped her hands. “We have to be there by eleven.”

After engaging in a few minutes of conversation with Miriam, her other flatmates came in and she was able to make a swift escape back to her room.

Saint was flying into London in the evening and she'd told him before she left Paris that she would see him that night but that was before she remembered she had other obligations.

He would just have to sort himself out.

If she was being honest with herself, she'd admit that she didn't really want to go out with her friends instead she wanted to be with her Saint. She wore less masks when she was with him.

Sighing nervously, she dialled his number and waited for him to pick up.

“Hi.”

The sound of his voice, always did something to her. “Hey.”

“Are you...okay?” She heard him ask after a moment's pause of her trying to figure out how she was going to say what she wanted to say.

“Erm can we talk?”

“Is that not what we're doing now?”

Saint always had a way to make her feel silly. Despite that, she tried to calm herself to avoid an argument.

“Yes but I mean, there's a lot of noise coming from your side so I'm wondering if you're busy.”

“People are still getting on the plane.”

“Oh I see,” she said before continuing, with not a lot of time on her hands, “so I'm not going to be able to see you tonight.”

“Why not?”

“It's my friends birthday and we're going out tonight.”

“On a Tuesday?”

“Yes?”

After a brief second he replied. “Okay, but on one condition.”

Naomi dreaded the old 'conditional terms'. “What's that?”

“You come to Paris on Thursday and stay till Monday.”

“And that's all?” She asked surprised because she had expected resistance from him.

“Yes, until we work out...living arrangements.”

Naomi sighed but complied as that one was one other topic she was pushing to the back of her mind.

“Alright, my flight is about to take off. I'll speak to you later madmoiselle.”

Her heart burned, with how low and seductive his voice always got at the end of a conversation. “Bye Monsieur Roux.

And that was the calm before the storm.






Chapter End Notes:

A.N: Hey guys, another chapter for you, hope you liked it.

 

Before I forget, I want to say a massive thank you to Linda for helping me with the French translations, forever grateful :-).

 

Have a good day and God bless :-)







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