Ainslie was really shocked to know that Dora's boyfriend had rented the restaurant for six hours. Just in a span of twenty seconds, she stared at Dora and imagined herself to be greatly surprised by Bryson in a special way. She knew there was no hope of him even bringing her to such a restaurant to eat and she dreaded that.When Julie shook her a little, she came out from her thoughts and smiled."Forget about Bryson. Let's talk about you since it's your special day, Dora.""Excuse me? Special day? Gosh, everyday is special to me though I'll admit today is a little bit more special than other days because of my darling, Kyle. He rented the restaurant and got that chef to make a nice lunch for us. I hope you can enjoy this day and dream of someday getting to have another meal here, maybe with Bryson, right, Ainslie?""I told you before. I eat here sometimes. Anyway, I'm happy for you.""I can see how happy you are for me and I can also tell that you're probably feeling jealous, but it'
It seemed to Dora like Ainslie was zoned out so she tapped the table and said:"You've got nothing to think about, honey. Your husband is worthless. You'll die in poverty being with him. Should I be honest? I don't even think he got a job as a manager of a company like you said."Ainslie shifted her gaze to Julie, thinking she must have blurted out what Bryson's actual job is to Dora before she arrived.Seeing her stare at her, Julie sighed and got to know what Ainslie was thinking about some seconds later, she then decided to clear the misconception Ainslie was conceiving in silence."Ainslie." Julie leaned to her and whispered. "Listen, I know what you are thinking about. Trust me, I didn't tell Dora anything and I'm sure she has not gotten to know about your husband's job. She's just trying to squeeze the truth from you, believe me."Ainslie nodded and returned her gaze to Dora. "I am right, Ainslie? Be honest with your friend.""Look, I don't know what you are talking about. I'm
Ainslie paid the taxi that dropped her at home after she stepped out of the taxi. She walked to the door and realized that Bryson wasn't yet home when she tried to open the door. She took out her spare key and opened the door. "Ainslie, love." She furrowed her brows, she was about to push open the door when she heard Bryson called out to her.She spun to see him on the lawn, holding something behind him.He walked up to her, grinning and she looked around to see if any of their neighbors heard him calling out to gee live a barbarian."Why the hell did you call me like that?" She was upset. He took no offense and quickly showed her the flowers he had got her. Her eyes widened in shock and it was a silly mistake of Bryson to have thought that she was surprised by his gift. The truth was that she was annoyed."Baby, I had taken 20 percentage of my salary to get you these flowers." He thought his words would impress her but he was wrong about that again. "Isn't my boss good? It's barely
Ainslie arrived home, feeling exhausted and emotionally drained. She collapsed onto the couch, seeking a moment of respite. The weight of how the evening dinner with her family had ended, weighed heavily on her, and she contemplated seeking solace in the bottle of liquor she had concealed in the living room. However, before she could make her way to retrieve the hidden bottle, Bryson entered the room. His presence caught her off guard, and she looked up at him with a mixture of anger and weariness. His words, filled with remorse and an apology, reached her ears."Babe, I'm sorry if I hurt you in any way with my words and actions today," Bryson began, his voice laced with sincerity. "Just know that I didn't mean it..." Ainslie's frustration boiled over, and she snapped back at him, cutting him off mid-sentence. "Shut your god-damned mouth, you fool!" she snapped, her voice filled with venom. "I don't want to hear the nonsense you've got to say." Her anger was not solely directe
As the tinted front window of the car was winded down, Ainslie's forced smile transformed into genuine surprise and delight upon seeing Clinton. Her tired eyes widened as she recognized him, and a spark of warmth ignited within her."Hi!" Clinton waved at her, his friendly gesture accompanied by a warm smile. He then stepped out of the car and walked over to where Ainslie stood, the anticipation clear in his eyes."Hey, hi. What are you doing here?" Ainslie asked, a mix of curiosity and excitement evident in her voice."Ainslie, I just returned from London, you know," Clinton replied, his tone carrying a hint of enthusiasm. "Oh, I guess that's why I never met you after you spoiled me on my birthday with my friends some months back," Ainslie remarked, a touch of playfulness coloring her words. She couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed for not connecting the dots sooner.Clinton chuckled, his laughter carrying a genuine warmth. "Oh, you still remember that," he said, his voice fi
Ainslie was caught off guard by his boldness, feeling a mixture of temptation and hesitation. Her mind wrestled with conflicting emotions, recognizing the boundaries of her commitment but also feeling a flicker of curiosity and attraction.In a moment of excitement, Ainslie succumbed to the temptation, crashing her lips against Clinton's. The intensity of the kiss caused a surge of emotions and desire to course through her veins. However, she quickly broke the kiss, momentarily regaining her composure. But Clinton was not deterred. Engaging her once again, he pulled her back into the kiss, reigniting the passion between them. In that stolen moment, their lips embraced, exploring the depths of their connection. As their lips met in a passionate kiss, Ainslie momentarily forgot about her status as a married woman, succumbing to the intoxicating allure of the moment. Lost in the sensations of exploring Clinton's embrace, time seemed to stand still. However, their stolen moment w
Ainslie glared at him, her eyes filled with disappointment and resentment. "Fuck you," she spat before storming off to their bedroom, leaving Bryson standing alone, burdened by the weight of their mounting troubles. Bryson let out a heavy sigh, feeling the weight of their strained relationship and the dire circumstances closing in on him. After a while, he gathered the strength to follow Ainslie into the bedroom, hoping to find a way to bridge the growing divide between them.As he entered the room, his eyes caught sight of several shopping bags placed on the bed. He realized Ainslie was taking a shower in the bathroom and walked up to the bed. As he stood near the bed, his curiosity piqued as he examined the contents of the bags. As he rummaged through the items, his surprise grew. Expensive clothes, sparkling jewelry, and an array of feminine accessories filled the bags. He couldn't help but wonder where Ainslie had acquired so much money to indulge in such a shopping spree.
A deep silence filled the air as Ainslie absorbed his words, her shock evident on her face. She had expected Bryson to come through, to find a way to secure the necessary funds. The reality that he had failed to do so struck her with disbelief and disappointment. Seeing the disappointment etched on Ainslie's face, Bryson attempted to pacify her, his voice filled with regret and apology."Babe, I'm sorry, but..." he began, his words cut short by a sudden, sharp slap across his face. The sound echoed in the air, leaving both Bryson and the landlord momentarily stunned by the unexpected outburst. Ainslie let out a disapproving hiss before turning away from Bryson, her expression filled with anger and frustration. She swiftly made her way to gather her luggage, her actions reflecting her determination to distance herself from the situation. After they've gathered their belongings, the landlord, still taken aback by the unfolding drama, locked the house and departed, leaving Bryso