Chapter 76
-NAOMI
My eyes automatically dart down to Circenn’s hand, which is wrapped around my waist, and I slowly muster the courage to lift my gaze up to meet his eyes
As our eyes connect, I feel a jolt of electricity run through my body, and my heart begins to race with a mix of emotions.
ho has th
He is the only one who has this damn effect on me.
His hand feels!
like a branding iron, searing a mark of possession on my skin, and I can’t help but tweak at it.
“What are you doing?” I snap like I would not get on my knees and beg him to leave his hands there if I had the chance.
He lets go of me but continues to block my path.
“You do not walk away when we still have a conversation going on”
“And what are you? My father?” I scoff, taunting him with my gaze.
His chin lifts at my words and his eyes narrow slightly, as if he’s scrutinizing me intensely.
His gaze becomes piercing, like he’s trying to read my thoughts or see beyond my words. The expression is inscrutable, a mix of emotions and intentions that I can’t quite explain.
And the intensity of his gaze makes me feel like I’m under a microscope.
The air between us becomes heavy. It’s always heavy between us, I’ve come to notice.
Finally Circenn speaks
“I’m not your father, but I’m close to that figure”
1 grimace.
“What are you on about?” I scoff.
“I’m your husband,” He entreats.
I scoff.
“You’re saying this like we didn’t have that conversation in your car last night”
I let my word come out sharp and stern.
He’s doing it again, pushing me to the edge with his mixed signals, leaving me feeling utterly confused.
One moment, I’m convinced our marriage is on shaky ground, and the next, he’s gazing at me with an intensity saying crap like this that can make anyone melt.
I’m struggling to understand his behavior, my own emotions too, and the state of our whatever marital relationship.
It’s like trying to navigate a complex web of feelings and motivations. I’m frustrated, itchy, and desperate for clarity.
His back and forth has me questioning everything, from our communication to his actions.
“How can you think of last night’s conversation when the media is onto us like that?” Circenn asks, his voice laced with seriousness.
“Because” 1 finally
lly say
“We can’t keep going back and forth like this”
“Back and forth?” He looks and sounds befuddled.
Ind.
Since when do we do that? My point is, divorce should be the last thing on our minds. Forget the conversation we had last night, if you leave me. it’ll feel like what the media is saying about me is true. Being a manchore and not settling down with one woman
thisirabout your reputation” I scoff.
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He shuts his eyes and opens them again.
“This is alentat us. Not just mir, okay!”
“Sure” I refrain from rolling my eyes.
Circenn falls silent, and just as I’m about to turn and walk away, he breaks the silence with a softly spokris phrase that halts me in my tracks.
“There’s a party happening tonight”
His voice is low and hisky and some unwritten emotion 100.
I turn back to face him, my head already pounding at the thoughts of his words,
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I can’t believe the superficial loves these overly wealthy people lead,
They’re so caught up in their extravagant parties and fancy events, but it’s all just a facade.
They’re just going through the motions, without any real substance or purpose. It’s like they’re just trying to outdo each other in a never–ending game of one–upmanship.
I don’t know how they do it, honestly.
Don’t they ever crave something more meaningful, something that actually adds depths and value to their lives?
It always bore the life out of me.
And the fact that Circenn’s telling me. I know he means we’re both going
“This, Naomi, is not simply a social gathering. It is the pinnacle of events, the crowning jewel of the high society calendar. The most anticipated and esteemed gala of the hour, if you ask anyone. With a dress code that demands elegance and refinement, and a frequency of only twice a year, this is an occasion that warrants our presence. We would be fools to miss it. This is the first installment of the year, and we must make a statement. Our attendance is not only expected, but required. So, let us prepare to make our grand entrance, and show the media what it means to not be affected by the rubbish Charles Dickson caused”
I sigh.
“Dang it”
“If you don’t find it entertaining, we can leave right away. I just want us to make an appearance.” Circenn assures
“Good” I breathe out “That would be gre-
Jake steals my words when his tiny voice starts to scream “Mommy” as he and Blake run up to me.
They see their dad and make a stop to him first,
“Daddy look, I drew an apple!” Blake al
almost rips the paper in his hand as he tries to show Circenn what he drew
Seeing Blake occupied with his father. Jake turns to me.
“I draw, an apple” He carefully shows me his paper.
I beam at him and move him to the couch where we both take a seat.
I’m glad their tutor is going all the way to teach them art
“My gosh, you’re an amazing artist” I gasp drammatically at the shapeless circle with a pickle or whatever he drew about the Circle.
“What about me Mommy?” Blake yells from where he is and I turn to see him already in Circenn’s hand
“You’re an amazing artist too
too honey” I compliment and he beams.
Til draw you next mommy” He bounces on Ciren’s
y arm. I’d have been left severely injurest.
If I were the one supporting Blake’s weight like that and he pulled off those bouncy dance moves on my a
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probably with a detached hinb
But with Circent, let’s be real, Blake is a featherweight c
I compared to the massive strength he possesses in those impressive biceps.
And like a glitch my mind goes into overdrive, imagining what it would be like to be the one nestled in the crook of Circenn’s arm, feeling those rock–hard muscles cradling me… it’s a tantalizing prospect, to say the least.
My mind snaps back to reality and I pause.
must be crazy.
Hut then again, I must admit, the thought of
it of being swept up in
up in His embrace is both thrilling and intimidating.
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| draw you too Mommy” Jake immediately says, redirecting my mind from diving into another crazy scenario.
“And what about me?” Circenn tries to act and sound jealous.
“Mommy first” Jake calls out. “Mommy’s prettier”
“Yeah!” Blake agrees with a nod
I feel my cheeks heat at the compliment and it makes me smile.
There’s nothing more refreshing than getting compliments from your kids
I love them so much.
“And you’re both the prettiest” I say, dabbing Jake’s check.
“Do you think Mommy’s pretty?” Blake asks Circenn out of nowhere.
These kids!
Circenn’s
is eyes snaps at me.
“Of course, your mother is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen
I know he’s only saying that to agree with the boys, but hearing it from him while he’s directly looking at me is making my insides water itself.
“Well thank you.” I say flatly.
“Do you think Mommy is more beautiful than other Mommies? Jake suddenly asks.
Why are they suddenly asking questions like these!
“Jake, you shouldn’t ask that” I begin, but Circenn’s voice takes over.
“Of course I do. Circenn says. “Look at those eyes, your mother has the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever, just like yours, both of yours and I love them. And look at her lips. I’ve never seen anything like it, her nose, her soft cheeks, they’re all beautiful. And her hair, her hair’s definitely my favorite, so just know other Mominics are trolls and ogres when it comes to your Mom”
Circenn’s last sentence makes the kids start laughing with the dramatic action he added to it.
Hut I don’t laugh, not when my heart is beating like crazy and my cheeks cannot contain this fluster.
I can’t even tell if he’s trying to make the kids believe in beautiful or he actually sees me that way
