The Wait for Arielle

I look at the time and scowl. Even though it is almost ten o'clock at night, Arielle is still not home. She's been working this late for the past three days, and I'm concerned. She's exerting herself too much. Every morning, she works out at our house gym and comes home with nothing but an ugly green smoothie. She then spends the entire day working the modelling gigs she has arranged before spending several hours at her own workplace. She puts in too much work and doesn't eat much. She also doesn't get enough sleep. I know this can't continue, but I'm at a loss as to how to encourage her to look after herself.have been uncomfortable during our kiss, which could be the reason she has been returning home later than usual. She seemed interested in it, but I knew her personality. She has too much time on her hands to second-guess herself and feel bad when she shouldn't. I instinctively smile when my phone rings, assuming it's Arielle . One of my favourite times of the day is now when she calls me while driving home. She's started doing this recently. However, it's not her. Unsure of whether to answer, I look at the screen on my phone. Ultimately, I choose to answer the phone. "Ariel?" "Loretta." "God, you were sorely missed.I'm just wondering why you keep putting down my calls. Ariel, I understand that you're upset with me. I apologise for hurting you, but I truly messed up this time. Please don't treat me like that. When you act like that, you know I can't stand it. I sigh as I recline on our new couch. Has it ever crossed your mind that my requirements could not be the same as yours? Yes, Loretta, I understand that you are unable to endure the quiet treatment, but space is what I really need. She goes quiet for a while. "Ariel, I wonder what has happened to you? You've never treated me like this before, you. I apologise really, my love.I promise you that I was not aware that Arielle would be forced to do this. I didn't mean to put us in this ridiculous predicament. It is not as if I desired for you to wed my sister? Do you know how angry I am that she ever allowed that to happen? I grit my teeth and comb through my hair. "She is not to blame. You cannot hold her responsible for your decisions. "Ariel'! If she had simply kept away, none of this would have occurred. I have no idea what she was considering. I guess she wants to spend time with her parents. When the door opens, I look up to see Arielle enter the living room wearing a charming smile.Look, I have to go now. We can discuss later. Then I hang up before Loretta gets a chance to say goodbye, Arielle gives me a scowl. She calls me back right away, and I quickly hang up because of an odd guilt that grips me. Even though all I did was talk to Loretta, I still feel as though I betrayed my wife. "Who was that?" she says in a quiet voice. I pause. "Loretta." After giving me a long look, Arielle sighs and shakes her head. With a tightly closed mouth, she stalks by me and into our bedroom.I pursue her and tell her it wasn't anything. "She called me after I told her we could be friends, but I had been ignoring her messages." Arielle stops and peers over her shoulder at me. She says it again, "Friends," and rolls her eyes. "Arielle," I beg you. She dismisses it with a shake of her head and slams the bathroom door shut behind her. Fuck it. How am I meant to proceed? I'm not even positive that I did anything incorrectly. For the love of God. Arielle and I have been getting along so great, and then I messed everything up. I had a terrible feeling that talking to Loretta wouldn't work out for me. I am well aware that I am unable to provide Loretta with what she desires from me. Arielle would never believe that, and I'm not even trying to. How was she able to? I try to come up with a plan to please her as I settle into the bed that we selected together. When we got married, I swore to be devoted to her, and I need her to know that. I want her to know that I will never betray her, if nothing else. Wearing only a towel, she exits the bathroom and stops when she notices me seated on our bed. I reluctantly extend my hand as her enraged eyes flash. "Arielle, come on in." She looks at me with narrowed eyes, but she complies with my request, standing between my spread knees and staring into mine.I take hold of her hand and slide my phone inside. Verify. To none of her texts, I have not responded. Review my call log. It's the first time I answered her call today. You really think I won't, she yells. I give her a big smile. "I want you to check, so I gave you my phone, baby." I'm not playing tricks on you like this. I'm providing you with the transparency you requested. She looks at my phone, and for an instant her eyes spark with sheer misery. With a serious expression, she returns my phone to me. "It doesn't matter," she replies. "I don't need viewing any of that." I give my wife a long look. Did you not ask for honesty? So allow me to be honest for a second. Why did you just glance at my phone in that manner? Sighing, Arielle looks directly into my eyes. "Remember when you filmed Bianca and me fighting over Grandma's homemade cookies that day?" I nod, my dick tingling just thinking about that incident. In an attempt to take my phone from me, she had climbed into my arms. I had shoved her against the wall, pressing her body up against mine. Even though it was brief, I can still feel the how she felt against me. "I found the last picture you shot after I removed that video.It was an image of Loretta in bed, all nude. I want to avoid being confronted with any of it, so I don't want to look through your phone. I'm not sure if that's ridiculous or not. Not that we really are husband and wife, but I just "We are." I put my hands around her waist and beseech her with my eyes. "Grace," I tell her again. "Will you be so kind to me?" She glances back at me, clearly taken aback. Ariel, you did not do anything improper. I'm not upset with you. Most of all, I'm just angry at myself. I shake my head and tighten my hold on her. "No, sweetheart. You're my wife.All that matters is that we are married now; the details of how and why we got married are irrelevant. Yes, I did make a mistake, but you better believe that if you were phoning your ex, I would be furious as hell. I shouldn't be acting in that way myself if it's not behaviour I would accept from you. It's not necessary for us to discuss Loretta's involvement in our lives just now; it is something we should discuss later. How about we discuss it together and you let me know after you've determined what your limits are with regard to Loretta and me? I'll honour whatever you decide. She looks at me, astonished.What happens if I make up my mind that I never want you to talk to her again? I give her a smile. "Then I refuse to." Arielle , you are my wife. You will always come first in my eyes, above everything else. All the time. She nods and purses her lips, a cautious sense of hope visible in her countenance. She doesn't know this, but I could try to give her the moon if she asked for it. I will stop at nothing to help her.