Queen of EVERY-THING

When he released her wrist she wrapped both arms around his broad shoulders and held herself closer to him. Everything about him engulfed her senses. She missed him, and she wasn’t afraid to admit it either. She buried her face into his neck as he lifted her up and brought her to their bed. God, the term love wasn’t enough for how she felt about this man. His was the other half of her. That was probably where her irrationality seeped in. “I love that idea.” Her lower leg covered his calf as she felt the cold touch of the sheet at her almost bare back. “And I’m sorry for being selfish.” Brown clashed with blue was they stared at each other. “I should try to understand and I know you want the best for us.” She cupped his jaw with her hand. “I’m happy you’re home.” Ruth’s head moved slightly in denial. “She doesn’t hate you.” A small smile finally touched her lips. “She just doesn’t agree with your method of work. Now kiss me.” 

Ruth’s lips twisted in detest at his question. Why was he being difficult? All she wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep away her suspicions. The fight left her body once he pulled her into him and she felt the tender touch of his lips on her bare shoulder. This was the love of her life, her soulmate and all she wanted was a little more time with him. You have the rest of your life silly, but even that didn’t seem enough. “I’m not mad,” She murmured into his neck, her free arm curling around his back. “Okay, I’m a little mad but that’s because I barely see my husband.” Her statements were jumbled. They’d always had a pretty open communication pathway. “I went out with Sidney. Are you happy now?” 

The anger she held tightly on a leash bit at the surface at his comeback. He always did this, pretended like she was the one at fault when she was almost one hundred person sure he was cheating on her. No one had that many late night work meetings, no matter how career driver. Her lips pressed into a thin line at the tone of his voice. Using her freehand she pushed her hair away from her face to aim her heated gaze at him. “Let my hand go Nick,” She said between her teeth. “Please,” She added softly her eyes piercing through him. She was barely holding on to the bit of calmness she had left. Ruth hadn’t voiced her thoughts but she didn’t want to do so now. 

Nick couldn’t seem to rebalance his life. Everything that had been tossed on his plate now stood between his marriage. It was the down moments when her doubt begun to seep in, he felt more and more like his father. That in itself worried him to no end. Was his escape in vain now that he’s the leader? Would the steel foundation of his perfect little life falling to ruins? He sat in the lounge chase in the corner of their room, a tumbler of scotch burning the delicate skin of his palm. Ruth, you never disappoint now do you? He thought softly once he’d entered their home to find silence. His blood boiled knowing he’d pushed her to find solace elsewhere. The kingdom he’d built for her no longer seemed to have the power to keep her here. “I came home to an empty home,” he glanced up at the clock that ticked wildly on the wall above her head. “It’s past midnight and my wife just decided to stroll in. Do the math, Ruth.”

Her chest rose with a sigh. “Please do not speak to me as if I’m a child.” Her tone was stiff but her face warned him of his mistake. She hated fighting with him. Still, at times she didn’t know who he was. One moment he was the man she married, the sweet loving man that vowed to cherish her forever. The next was this secretive person deciding to spend most of his time away from her. The reality was frustrating. One of her hands faltered over her throat. She really didn’t want to fight. “I’m heading to bed.” She stated after a beat of intense silence. Her long legs ate up ground as she passed him. Her nimble fingers tugged the sequined material over her head in a swift move. Exhaust was already seeping in her bones.