The Billionaire's secret Love by Manogyna Marthi (readnow .txt) 📕

Chapter 45

Augustus

Looking at my wife's crippled leg brought constriction to my heart. I rebuked my incapability as I observed the way she was walking to the sink holding the hand of our son. It got me sick as a parrot seeing her stagger on her steps. I shouldn't have believed all the information the police gave and should have personally got the situation investigated. Indicative, I would have traced my wife much earlier knowing she was alive. The forlorn feelings of anxiety, depression and helplessness transpired my insides looking at her stringent walk. She has endured so much of pain going through a lot in the past, a child on the way, pregnancy problems and a handicapped body. Yet my cup cake did not lose her hope and courage to face the challenges of life.

I told her about everything, my wedding with Veronica, her unexposed sexuality, the death of my sister and my guardianship of Abigail. She was at a loss of words clearly appalled by my declarations. Probably the past of mine was more cumbersome than hers. Each of us had our own share of skeletons hidden inside the closet but it is rightly said all is well that ends well. I found back my life and my love -my wife ones again.

"There is a surprise for you." I tell her with a light smile. She squats on the bed and faces me giving her undivided attention. So cute she looks with that baby face. She is a mother of a nine year old but still retains that innocence of a pretty little girl. I pull her cheeks and reach the bottom drawer of the bed side table sitting beside her to draw up a picture. "Dad" she lets out a soft gasp. "Is he ....." Her bottom lip shivers in trepidation. "Yes he is very much alive sweetheart." I tell her and run my hand on her back to soothe her from the anxiety. "After learning about the fake news of your sudden demise, he suffered a major heart attack. I did not let the media or the cops know about his existence as their interference would disturb his health. I got him inconspicuously examined by our company's medical and emergency team of doctors. Since then he is stable and had been steadily improving. "My dad is alive." She convinces herself in a jubilant whisper.

"Thank you so much Augustus for taking care of my dad." She tells softly holding my hand in happy tears. I wipe her waters away with my other hand. I don't want to see her weeping even if it happens out of joy. "You need not thank me sweetheart it is not like I am in no way related to your dad. He is like a father to me too. Whenever I missed you uncontrollable, I used to visit him and that always brought some kind of solace to my heart." She gathers her arms around me and makes soft sobs on my chest. I bring her closer placing her on my lap and kiss her tear stricken cheeks while running my hands on her back soporific.

After sometime I feel her breathing evenly. Moving myself a little away, I find her sleeping sound. Carefully I slide her to the bed and kiss her head a goodnight. I did not want to bring her to another shock so I lay down in the room next but sleep was far away from my territory. I roll in between the covers for sometime but couldn't find rest. It was a waste of energy to get into a slumber. I reach the balcony and pull the white satin curtains aside. The full blown moon looked appealing along with the gentle caress of breeze in the midst of green plants swaying by the calmness of the ether. I light up a cigarette and let out puffs of smoke thinking about the various incidences that brought criss-crosses in mine and my wife's life.

After a while I couldn't stop myself from letting into my wife's bedroom. I lift up the covers out of her left leg and run my hands on the afflicted knee. My breath choked feeling the melancholy of the physical constrains she suffered. "What are you doing?" She stirs and gets up feeling confused. I push away the hair out of her face and tell with determination in my voice. "Tomorrow we are going to see the orthopaedic doctor and you are no longer going to suffer the limp in your leg."

My hands reach her slim waist and bring her back on my lap to rhythm her to sleep but she wanted something else. "Augustus" she calls me softly and runs her hands on my hairy chest which was slightly exposed by the first two buttons undone of my t-shirt. I very well knew the cadence of that tone. Her eyes scroll desirously from my eyes to my lips and I was just a heartbeat away to kiss her senseless. Acquisitive her hands sensually reach the collar of my shirt and grip it tight. My lips part, an unexplained urge in my eyes as I trace the seam of her lips with my finger. "You don't have to ask for it sweetheart. I am all yours." My brims land on hers in an electrified motion. Our hearts beat in a tempo dancing in need. The kiss belonged to a sense of longing, compassion and most of all, the craving of love that had been quenched after years of solitude.

"Don't smoke in the presence of children." She tells me between the long passionate kiss. My lips trail kisses to her chest. "Abigail doesn't know that I smoke and so wouldn't Sandro." I promise her licking the narrow path between her breasts. Breathing heavily in thirst my lips trace back on her rims and my tongue thrusts deep into her mouth. The kiss grew more hungry and desirous. She unbuttoned my shirt while I jettisoned hers. All the years we had been apart, the hurt, the loneliness were discarded. Together we stayed like that savouring each other in want and amour.

A coveting snarl galvanized at the bottom of my throat and impetus I collected her naked form in my arms losing my self control. She felt like silk and satin, so soft in my hands that instantly got me induced. The exciting feeling of my aroused flesh hit her belly and she trembled in my hold. "Angel" I call her in warning giving her a final chance if she wanted to back down. "Please yes" her answer comes out adjuring and lands her lips on mine in an aching force.