True Friends

The time that they reached their penthouse, Keira changed her clothes into something comfortable waiting for her husband to hand her the files that he gathered as proof that the friend that she knows was nothing but a jealous-bitch. And she's indeed right. Her husband even had recordings of how Holly badmouth her to her co-workers back then. It came from her current co-workers that's why they hate her. But after a few days, someone mentioned to her that she wasn't that bad and that someone just told them that she's a mistress that's why they treated her indifferently. She didn't understand them, but she assured them that she wasn't anyone's mistress.

Now at this moment, she understood why people in that store treated her indifferently. It's because of Holly and how she used her to make her look bad. And now that she's powerful, she won't let anyone step on her like that again.

"How about diet soda?" He offered her.

"Thank you, love."

He kissed her forehead as he left the room. He came back with three diet sodas and two water goblets on a tray with chips. He settled it on the table tray and poured the two cold diet sodas from the can on the goblets.

"Well, what do you want to do? Although I already told my men to make their life miserable."

"How?" she asked.

"Well, release their scandals?" He shrugged.

"No." She shook her head. "Let them play with me a little while. I know what they are planning next. She wanted me to break my marriage to you. So, she wanted me to set up with her disgusting boyfriend to show to you that I'm a slut." She cried again, a little dramatic. "But I indeed sold myself to the auction." She sniffled as he patted her head.

"Babe, but I saved you. Didn't I?"

She blew her nose and pouted at him.

"How do you want it? I will support your way of treating them, love." He caressed her hair. She took the goblet and gulped on the soda. She burped after and put it away.

"I'll punch them right in the face!" She told him. He smiled and caressed her hair.

"Well, I think you are well. Let's have dinner and save the drama for later."

She nodded at him. Then, she raised her arms like a little kid that wanted to be carried. As a doting husband that he was, he took her from the bed and carried them to the dining hall. The maids already settled their dinner and he put her down on her seat. He pulled the ponytail from his wrist and tied her hair. She sniffled again and looked down at her food and pouted.

"I love this food." She said, sounding a little bit dramatic. "Mom used to save up money so we could eat something like this even once a month."

"Babe," he scooped her face. "Let's eat. Okay? You cannot cry a lot again. It's hard for you to breathe when you have your hiccups."

She pouted at him and nodded as she started eating and munching on her food. He smiled and joined her. After they were done with their dinner, her husband was organizing a few things in their walk-in closet and she chatted with Arianna and Sophia since Andromeda was out of the country. She told them what happened and Arianna started a video call with Sophia in their group chat. Her eyes were red from crying and told them, everyone, what happened.

"We'll surely your hubby won't let that crazy girl go easily right?"

"Yeah," She sniffled. "But I already had a plan to get my revenge. I don't know how to tell mom about this though."

"Your mom will completely understand. Besides, your ex-friend is a complete liar. You don't need that in life. We are here." Sophia said. "I and my hubby just moved in on a mansion near the city so we could be close together. You can visit me anytime or I can visit you."

"Thank you, Phia." She pouted.

"Time for a massage!" They could hear Adam's doting voice from the other line.

"Well, I guess that our hubby needs attention now." Keira giggled and looked at her husband who came out of the walk-in closet and started dancing like a macho dancer. She covered her mouth and burst into laughter. The girls did as well.

"Well, babe. I have to go too." Arianna said.

"Good night girls." Keira waved at them as the girls waved back and hung up. Her husband approached her with a guitar as he turned it in.

"I think I'll just sing the song you make for you." He said. "You can't sing when you gobble a lot of cold diet soda."

She giggled and nodded at him. He cleared his throat and started strumming and then singing.

Your eyes were blue as the sky

Your lips felt so soft that makes high

Your touch was like a goodbye

For a selfish thought that it would be always mine

I was your moon and you were my sun

We were always together but always apart

In this never-ending space

I wish that we'll be intertwined

It's the lyrics that she made for the song. She's happy that her husband's voice was so beautiful and sexy. She could listen to him talk or sing all day and all night. The beautiful song that her husband sang made her forget the pain that she received from the friend that she knows. And, finally, she's not alone. She has her main best friend which is her husband who was always there for her and another set of best friends.

"I want diet soda now, hubby."

"I thought you wanted me." He creased his brows.

"No. I want diet soda."

He groaned and put away the guitar as he went to the mini-fridge that he set up and opened a can for her. She hummed on it and leaned on the headboard. He crawled on the bed and pillow over her lap.

"So, want to tell me what else you are worried about?" She asked as she sipped on her soda.

"I just want to lay on your lap." He mumbled.

"But you have to tell me."

"And you'll tell me if you have memories back." He reached her hand and kissed it.

"I will tell you when I have it back." She said as she reached the tablet. She put her soda on the bedside table and opened the drawer as she took the chip and plugged it in. "Now, let's watch some memories back then."

"But, love. Can I make love with you tonight?"

"Yeah, sure." She said and patted his crotch. He groaned and slapped her hands away. She giggled and rubbed it again. She slid her hand to his boxer shorts and he stared at her. "So, this is your birthday." She grinned and watched it while her hand was busy playing on his shaft. "What the hell? We have sexual intercourse?"

"Nope." He said. "Almost, or close to it."

"Why?" She asked.

"Well, I was going to leave for America to check my application for other universities."

He panted and pushed his boxer shorts while she's massaging him.

"It's so hot in here." She said. "We were using some sex toys?" She creased her brows.

"Yup. To please you." He said and watched her eyes become lustful as she watched their video together. He could hear his growling and breathe in that video and her cries and moans.

"Alessandro… you are so good." She panted. "I want your real one now."

"I'm sorry my baby-love." He growled. "But I can't."

"But I'm eighteen."

"Your dad won't approve."

She muffled a few cries and her voice sounds a little childish. She put it away and sipped on her soda.

"Love, get our toys. Let's play." She grinned as she let go of his shaft. He quickly removed her boxer shorts and rushed to the walked-in closet.

Alessandro was dreaming of the young Wendy on top of him. Instead of being aroused by the sensual and sexual dream, he was terrified since she's holding a gun in front of his face while his wife was tied up and getting tortured by the faceless people that she rented. He woke up, felt sweat rolled down his temple to his ears. He looked down at the woman tangled with him. He's relieved that it was his wife.

He slowly turned sideways and hugged her. He pressed his lips to her forehead. I glanced at the time, three o'clock. Damn it. He started thinking that the woman he dated from his past is some kind of a witch.

"Love, you are squeezing me hard." She tapped him.

"Sorry, I thought you were a pillow." He chuckled as he moved down and shoved his face between her breasts.

"I need to pee." She mumbled. He let her go as he watched her rush to the bathroom.

Suddenly, his phone chimes. The one that he's using for business. He reached it and frowned at the email. It's someone's email. More like spam. When he opened it, his eyes widened. It's Wendy in her swimsuit showing her breasts to him. He quickly turned off his phone. He's going to kill that woman.