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“Not necessarily. Look, let me go home and get to the bottom of this with my wife. If what you say is true, I finally know why she has been like this since our night together. Her best friend left.” Running out of the office, I smile. Knowing what the hell is going on is giving me new hope. I have never done over 50 riding through downtown Chicago, but today I am doing more like eighty in my McLaren weaving through traffic like a madman.
Pulling through our gate, I don't bother parking in the garage. I walk through the house yelling her name. It is not until I get upstairs that I hear it. “Baby, are you ok?” I ask her walking in as she is vomiting profusely in the toilet. She nods her head and waves me off as she leans over again and let’s it all go. I feel the panic set in. Grabbing a wet washcloth, I fold it and when she is done, I pick her up and sit her on the sink. “Philli are you ok?”
“I think so.” she says. Shoulders slumped over, showing how much this took out of her.
“Here baby, let me help.” I wipe her face with cold cloth. Once I am sure she has cooled off, I grab her toothbrush, put paste on it and proceed to brush her teeth as she looks at me like she is seeing me for the first time. “Did you eat something that didn’t agree with you?”
“I don’t think so. It just came out of nowhere.”
“My poor baby. Come on. Let’s get you comfortable.” I pick her up off the sink and carry her to the bed. I won’t lie and say it doesn’t feel good, her wrapping her arms around my neck, letting me take care of her. Once she is laying down and under the blanket, I pull off my suit jacket, roll up my sleeves and kick my shoes off. Getting in the bed with her, I pull her against my chest, rubbing her back. “So, when were you going to tell me that Lani moved?” I ask her, looking down at her beautiful face. She looks up at me and her mouth forms an O. “Yea baby, spill it.” Then maybe we can fix this, before it is too late.Chapter SixPhillipaOMG! I may be playing it close to the vest right now, but I am so glad he is here. This has been my morning and part of my afternoon for the past week. I don’t know what is going on, but I have never heard of the flu lasting a week. “So, when were you going to tell me that Lani moved?” I know the guilt shows on my face. “Yea baby, spill it.” Crap. For two weeks, I have been able to hide behind the sorrow of losing my friend. Able to use it as a shield, a curtain is if you will, giving me an excuse not to deal with this. Well, I guess the jig is up. Wait….
“How do you know about that?”
“That is not your concern right now. What you should be worried about is why you are sick, and why you decided not to tell me about Lani and once again, not let me walk you through this?” This is the conversation I was trying to avoid.
“I... I don’t know, Cord. That is the honest answer.” Talk she said. Trust him, she said. I guess it is as good a time as any.
“Ok. That will suffice for now. Now, about this vomiting. I am concerned, Phillipa. How long have you been also hiding this from me?”
“A week.” I tell him, finally drained of the reasons not to confide on him. I feel my flag waving.
“I should spank you for not telling me.” he says, his voice stern. I find myself squirming, remembering the few times he did spank me for keeping secrets from him in the beginning of our relationship. It always ended with either his fingers in my pussy, bringing me to the throes of ecstasy or with his mouth doing the same thing. I used to wish it were his cock, sliding in and out of me, showing me, I was his, but he refused to fuck me until our wedding night. Jesus. Just thinking about it has me dripping, soaking my panties.
“Oh, my wild one, I can smell how much you want that. Fucking drug baby. However, I might spank you, but there will be no cumming. When I spank you, it will be to sate my own lust and to make you remember the rules we established in the beginning of us. Now tell me, have you been to the doctor for whatever this is?” he asks his face conveying the concern he feels and the love that he has never hidden from me.
