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He grabbed all his things and walked to the bedroom. I found it odd that he didn’t elaborate when I brought up how he didn’t come home. I knew he really stayed at a hotel because I saw the charge on our debit card. What I didn’t know, was if he was there alone. I shook my head and finished what I was doing.

Me: He’s home.

Gage: What happened?

Me: He apologized, said it won’t happen again, blah blah…

Gage: What a piece of shit.

Me: Agreed. I have to get out of here.

Although I said the words and I knew it was true, I wasn’t sure that I would ever leave unless it was with Gage.

Gage: Soon enough, baby.

Me: I hope so.

Gage: I have the weekend free. She’s taking Bentley with her to visit her parents for the weekend. Want to try to get a room Saturday?

Me: Should be fine…

Gage: I don’t want to rush anything. No pressure. Just a thought…

Me: I definitely want to.

Gage: We don’t have to do anything. I just want to be with you.

Me: Lol. Don’t be stupid. We both know what’s going to happen in that room.

Gage: I’ve missed being with you, and I won’t regret anything that happens. There’s nothing I would love more than to kiss every inch of you and be inside you.

Me: Now that’s going to be all I think about.

Gage: Good. Then hopefully everything will work out.

Me: Everything good for you?

Gage: Everything’s okay here. Getting ready for bed.

Me: I’m going to head that way myself.

Gage: I love you.

Me: I love you more.

And that was the truth. He probably couldn’t fully understand how much I really loved him and I wasn’t sure that he ever would.

When I entered the bedroom, Marcus was laying on top of the comforter in sweatpants with his shirt off, scrolling through his phone. Typically, if he was in our room alone, he’d already be asleep, or watching something on ESPN. Please don’t tell me he wants to talk more because I’m over it.

I went to my side of the bed, plugged my phone in on the charger on the nightstand, and crawled into bed. He sat his phone down and lifted his side of the blanket, sliding under. He scooted closer to me and wrapped his arm around my waist.

“I really am sorry,” he said.

“I can’t say that it’s okay, Marcus,” I explained. “It’s not okay.”

“I know that. I don’t expect you to forgive me, I just want you to know that I am sorry.”

“Thank you.” I said. At this point, I’d say anything for the conversation to cease. Anything but it’s okay.

“Why don’t we take a trip? A weekend getaway? Don’t you think some time away might do us some good?”

My mind instantly went to Saturday with Gage. That was something I definitely didn’t want to miss out on, but I couldn’t be like Marcus and make excuses for everything,

“That sounds nice,” I said. “When were you thinking?”

“Next weekend should be free and clear for me. Friday will probably be a long day, possibly late night, so this weekend would be too much of a rush.”

I let out a mental sigh of relief. I didn’t want to go anywhere with Marcus, but I couldn’t let that be known. I’d become a good actress.

“That sounds good. Figure it out and let me know.”

Travel was his thing, so I always let him figure out our plans. I didn’t plan to mention it anymore, and I secretly hoped that he’d forget, or he’d get busy and we’d have to “reschedule.” I had no desire to go anywhere, or do anything with Marcus. Gage had taken precedence in my mind, and anything with anyone else felt like a betrayal. Even my own husband.

I rolled over and shrugged his hand off my waist. I was over him. Just let me go to sleep and forget it all.

My life was so backward. My home life was a nightmare and my heart was so twisted, but for the first time in a while, I was happy. It was my mayhem and I was at peace with the turmoil.

Chapter Twenty-Five

 

Three-day weekends were awesome. I loved having Fridays off. It gave me time to catch up on errands and household chores, even if my jerk husband said I’d been “slacking.” I’m not sure that I believed him when proclaimed he said those things out of anger. His recent behavior proved otherwise.

But I didn’t care, nor was I going to spend my time worrying about him. Gage and I had the morning to ourselves tomorrow and I couldn’t wait. To make it even better, Marcus said he’d be going into the office to go over…something. I didn’t even recall what he said. My only concern was not having to worry about him being home while I was out.

I moved clothes from the washing machine to the dryer as my cell phone started blasting music from where it sat on the kitchen table. Melinda’s picture flashed across the screen.

“Hey, chick.” I answered.

“I did it.” She said.

“Did what?”

“I talked to Jon.”

“Oh,” I said. “And?”

“He said he agreed with me. I knew he would. See, always trust your gut.”

My gut was kind of all over the place, but it told me that Gage was the one for me, and deep down, I knew that wasn’t morally right. I disagreed with her in that aspect. I wasn’t sure that you could always trust your gut.

“What did he say exactly?” I asked.

“He said he’s been meaning to say something to me too, but didn’t want to hurt me. He said he loves me, but we’ve drifted apart. Basically, the same thing I told him.”

“Wow. So, what now?”

“I

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