IV

I paced up and down as I let my head cool off. I shouldn't let my emotions get the better of me like that. I had to remember I had a purpose. Inasmuch as I hadn't figured out a plan yet. I switched off the TV and headed to the kitchen. It is time for me to go to bed now. For real this time. I took my cake from the fridge and, on impulse, decided to take some to my beloved husband. A chess move on my part, but, I'd call it a peace offering. Even though I wasn't the one at fault. I fisted my hands. "Calm down, self." I told myself out loud.

I took the stairs carefully one by one, feeling even more tipsy. Damn. I'd check for Luka in his room and office, hopefully I'd find him there.

I opted to check his room first.

I rapped on his door softly. There was no response. I knocked again and pushed the door open, slowly poking my head inside first. It was empty. I got my whole body in and went inside. Maybe he was in the shower? But the bathroom door was open and it was also empty. His room was cold, I noted. Not looking much and went back into the corridor.

His office was located further down. I knocked twice before I heard a groggy invite in. I opened the door as softly and meekly as I could, and stepped in.

"I brought some cake for you." I murmured softly under my breath, donning a sweet smile. I placed it beside his machine and tried not to squirm under his piercing gaze. He was eyeing me suspiciously, seemingly trying to read my mind. I stood firm, trying not to falter.

"Is this your idea of a peace offering?" he finally said, picking up his fork and poking the cake suspiciously.

"Yes, it is." I told him, fisting my hands as I tried to keep my voice light. I opened my mouth to apologize, but I was too proud about that.

"Bon Appetit." I muttered instead, maintaining my sweet smile.

He took the plate and put it aside. For a moment, my heart skipped thinking he would throw it away, or hurl it at me.

"It will melt if you don't eat it now." I jibed.

"Just take it back to the freezer then, I'll eat it later." He told me in a dismissing tone.

"I can't promise you'll get it." I continued audaciously. I had a feeling I may have been overstepping the boundaries.

He sighed exasperated, tapped furiously on his machine and shut it, putting it aside. I let out a breath I hadn't even noticed I was holding.

"Will you just stand there and watch me eat it?" He uttered before he took his first bite. My heart fell, as I quickly took the hint.

"I'll leave you to it then." I started reaching for the door before he called me back.

"Take a seat. Join me."

Seems I'd taken the wrong hint. I hesitated a bit, unaware if he was testing me and I was failing horribly. Regardless, I took the seat on the other side of his desk.

"Where and when did you purchase this cake? He asked me if it sounded like an attempt to make conversation, but I couldn't be too sure about that.

"I got bored when I got to the house. There was nothing to do, so I baked the cake." He nodded then continued eating. I noticed he was eating around the ice cream.

"Do you perharps have any allergies?" I asked, concerned, hoping I hadn't gone and given him something he was allergic to.

"Hmm?" His eyes were getting droopy as he put in another mouthful.

"You don't have to finish it all, you can eat the rest later", I took the cake from him and secretly put in a couple mouthfuls, then went back to him struggling to chew and not get a brain freeze. I went over to his desk, arranging everything neatly. A force of habit on my end.

"I'm going to help you to your room now, okay?" I informed him softly as I went round to his desk to help him up. No response. Had he already blacked out? So fast? Impossible.

I went over to his chair, pushed it away from his desk, then draped his hand over my shoulder. "Okay now, stand," it didn't help that I was tipsy as well as I struggled to get him to stand up. "Come on Luka, help me," I whined as I struggled with no avail to get him to stand. Frustrated, I put him back on his seat, went and got some water, then poured a little inside his shirt, along his spine. He jolted upright, startled and I instantly took the chance and immediately moved with him, forcing him to walk though I was carrying most of his weight. I never even knew I was this strong.

After a lot of struggling and cussing on my part, we finally got to his room and I dumped him unceremoniously on his bed. I let out a relieved sigh as I stretched my arms and back.

"You better remember all this in the morning and treat me better, you douchebag!" I scolded his sleeping form as I struggled to remove his shoes, tie, shirt and trousers. His body was so defined. I could see the outline of his abs through his vest, I was inwardly drooling as my eyes casually trailed lower to the very very noticeable bulge he had going on in his boxers.

All I wanted to do was for him to take me, to ride him. I shook my head to get rid of those lewd thoughts. It wouldn't end well, that I knew for sure.

I stared at his sleeping form. softly covered him and left. I went back downstairs to grab my phone and ran all the way back to the room. Tomorrow we'll need to strategize. Time was of the ultimate essence. But for tonight, I'd get a good night's rest.