Eyeing the little crust on the coffee table, it seemed so seducing seating there and looking so nice. The red topping was making it all so irresistible. I looked over at Chloe, my best friend and she was busy making phone calls about business and throwing harsh comments at her secretary. I'm sure the poor girl has thought to quit by now.

Chloe owns a fashion company not just here in Miami but also in Paris. I wasn't left on the end though. My dad is making his own money and reaching the richest men in Miami. Well, I don't know own a company or a secretary to yell at. Just a little pet store. It's also like a vet shop.

I looked at Chloe and she was sighing and punching into her phone. Such desperation. I looked at the crust again but my eyes were fixed on the silver band on my finger. It sparkled in the sun and looked all so expensive. Yes, I'm married. To Miami's richest guy. Damien Rodriguez Forrest. The name Forrest is actually his grandpa's name and their generational company name. More like a heirloom.

Chloe finally slammed her phone down and cursed a little in French.

"What's wrong?" I asked her. She gulped the remaining of her coffee and dropped the cup , surprisingly, gently.

"I have a fashion show to organise next week and my secretary is just telling me. I need to fire her brains out" the look on Chloe face was deadly.

"I'm sure she forgot" I arranged the collar of my printed blouse. The shirt isn't all that comfortable but I've been trained to dress like a Porsche rich lady since I was born and now I'm a billionaires wife. Fell into character.

"Whatever" Chloe scoffed and crossed her leg.

"How bout you. Are you alright?" She asked and I nodded. It wasn't all that a lie.

"Yep. My store is going well" it's a huge building. Not like I needed anything big but my dad thought it'll be nice to have it big.

"What about that rich husband of yours?...still being mysterious?"

I chuckled at her statement. It's true Damien is like that but he's not all that bad. He's just conserved, always busy and only has time for me during the weekend. My face suddenly went dull. Chloe tapped my hand.

"Let it out girl" she said and I smiled a little.

"He's just always to busy"

"Even for his wife?" Chloe raised a brow.

"Well...."

"Don't side his behaviours Jay. Scold him. He's your husband after all" she relaxed back in her seat. "If my Charles treated me like that, I'll have his balls for dinner"

"You'll have it either way Chloe" I said and we both laughed.

"No seriously Hun. You've got to take the bull by the horn"

I sipped my coffee but retained my stare with Chloe.

"He's a fine piece of art and if you let him loose, all those little foxes might just have him"

I shook my head at her, my rhinestone earring dangling.

"He doesn't have time for himself. Not to talk of flirting around" I cringed my nose . This was not how I always wished my fairytale marriage life to be. Seating with my best friend discussing my husband like a case.

"Wait!" Chloe sat upright. Her left palm in the air halting me. "You mean to tell me, you guys haven't had sex since your wedding night?"

Jesus! No. That's two months ago.

"That's not what I'm saying Chloe..."

"Fine. When last?" She asked and I was astound. Why are we even talking about my private life right now?

"Spill it babe" she said.

""Last week"

Chloe held her chest as if she was in pain and I shook my head. A real drama queen, that's what she is.

"That long? How does he get off?"

"I don't know" I said truthfully. Chloe brows shot up and I knew exactly what she was thinking. "No no and no. He's not having an affair"

"Hell! You don't know that. What man can live that long without sex?" Chloe stated. Damien Rodriguez.

"He's honest. he's just being crowded with a lot of things"

"Let's hope so" Chloe said with a ' tsk ' In her voice.

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I left off work early cause I know I love to make dinner for Damien. He probably doesn't know I'm the one who make dinner. I gave my keys to the valet and rushed inside the house hoping he wasn't back yet. This days he comes back a bit early and works at home.

The cook, Mrs Rose gave me a warm smile immediately I entered the kitchen.

"He's not back yet?" I asked her and she shook her head. I sighed in relief before putting my apron on not bothering to take my work clothe off.

"Anything I should help you with?" She asked me.

"Help slice the tomatoes and cut the onions. I'll work on the vegetables"

Almost immediately I finished cooking, he drove in. I ordered Mrs rose to arrange everything before going to greet him.

"Mrs Forrest!"

I looked behind at Rose and she gave me a sign to take my apron off. I gasped and hurriedly took it off but before rushing out again. Gosh!...I couldn't even shower. I smell like onions.

Rose came behind me. "I think you should shower ma'am" she said and I sighed but hurried upstairs. Of course she was right. I smell like onions.

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I watched Damien eat the food halfway before dropping his fork. I looked up at him but his eyes were cornered elsewhere.

"Damien" I called out and he's gazed finally fixed on me

"Is everything alright?" I asked and he nodded courtly before getting up. I knew something was up. I got up and followed him all the way to our room and then shut the door behind me.

Thank God Rose put the room in order after we left for work. I guess he would've sparked. Damien hands fiddled with his tie and I wondered why he didn't remove it before dinner.

"Let me help" he allowed me loosen his tie before he planted a kiss to my forehead and entered the bathroom. Something was wrong and I could feel it. His work bag laid by the bed and his suite was thrown on the bed carelessly. That's unlike Damien.

Without thinking that I just showered, I stripped my clothes and entered the bathroom. The shower was in full blast and the steam was filling the whole bathroom. There's only one way to make him say what's on his mind.