Page 46 of Someone Like You

We ate in silence for a little while longer before she spoke up. “I have a question.”

“What’s that?”

“Where did you go?”

“What do you mean?”

“I remember that you said that you were leaving her and that you’d filed for divorce. Where did you move to if you didn’t come here? Isn’t that what you purchased this place for?”

“It was.”

“So, where are you?”

“At home still.”

“With Bethany?”

“Yes.”

She set her fork down and nodded. I watched as she lifted her glass to her lips and took a sip. I knew that I wasn’t mistaken. She was clearly disappointed with that shit, knowing that I remained in the house with my wife.

“Are you okay?” I asked after a couple of minutes. She lifted her laptop back onto her lap and typed as if she didn’t have a plateful of food sitting there that she’d just been throwing down on.

“Yes. Why?” Giselle asked, not looking up at me.

“Because you just quit eating all out of the blue.”

“Oh, I’m okay.”

I stood and walked to the kitchen. After I washed my hands, I returned to the den and sat beside her. I removed the laptop from her lap.

“What are you doing, Casimir? Please give that back to me.”

“No. You can work later. We’re talking now.”

“You can’t just take my stuff and force me to do what you want me to do.”

“I can, and I did.”

She sat back with her legs crisscrossed and folded beneath her on the couch. My eyes dropped to those thick, beautiful thighs, and she grabbed her Afghan and pulled it over her lap. I snatched it, and she gripped the edge, not wanting to let it go.

We played tug-of-war for a second before I snatched it completely out of her hand and tossed it aside.

“Fine. What is it that you want to talk about?” Giselle crossed her arms underneath her breasts and pushed them up further.

“I want to know what was that all about just then. You looked like you were in your feelings about me saying that I was still at the house with Beth.”

“I did not get in my feelings.”

“Why’d you stop eating?”

“I have work to do.”

“Yeah, but you hadn’t finished eating.”

“I was done, Casimir. Okay?”

“No, you weren’t. Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours.”

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