Chapter 3 uncomfortable

beautiful to see? After all, he is my husband. Hypocrite... Amanda rolls her eyes in thought. The brunette stops in a photo, zooming in on his ass and admires the Venus dimple at the end of his back. - This should be considered pornography - Melanie comments without thinking. - No, pervert - she drinks her coffee. - This is an advertisement for jeans. You're the one imagining him naked! - Who said that? - She doesn't look away from her cell phone, running her fingernail along the path of fine hair, until her cheeks turn red at the thought of undoing that zipper.

The package appears to be large. She thinks with a naughty smile on her face. - Can you give me my cell phone back or do you want to go to the bathroom with it? - Believe me, I don't do that kind of thing. Melanie returns it like it's no big deal, finishing her breakfast. - How long will it stay like this? - Like this? - She gets up from the bed, picking up her clothes to go to work. - Pretend you're not attracted to him. - And I don't feel it, I was just looking at his advertisement - she enters the bathroom. - The size of his propaganda, you mean! Melanie pretends not to hear and gets ready to go to work. Leaving the room with her friend, the two walk to the elevator talking. - Melanie, let's go back tomorrow, there's nothing left to do here. - If you want, you can come back, I'll wait for the three weeks to end. - Stop running away friend, that way you'll end up hurting yourself in the worst way. The brunette looks directly at the door sullenly, not wanting to listen. The elevator doors open, the two walk through the parking lot until they get into the car. - Seriously Mel, have you ever thought about coming home and he's in your bed with someone else. Melanie brakes sharply, but drives again as if those words hadn't affected her. - He's not going to betray me just because of that and if he does, maybe I'm already waiting. - There you go with that again - the redhead gets angry. - Is that what you're looking for, getting horned? - No... - she gets uncomfortable. - But that's what it seems. Okay, you don't want to sleep with him, but you don't have to act like an idiot. - Amanda, I'm not... - What would you say if I told you I just got married and on my honeymoon I decided to go to work? - interrupts her. Melanie remains silent, not having the courage to respond. - It's just one more week... - the brunette whispers. - One more week to be betrayed. - Amanda! - Amanda nothing - the redhead snorts. - This time you will listen to me whether you want it or not! She takes out her frustration on him because of her father and forgets that Rogers will be the salvation of MD Will's. In addition to putting up with your tantrums, does she still have to act as a doormat? Really tell me just one reason why you hate him so much. - I don't even need to say it, you look at that naughty face. - And you look like a spoiled girl and yet you're not. Would you like people to treat you like a daddy's girl? - But of course not... - Then why do you treat him like a chicken? The brunette opens her mouth to respond, but it's difficult to argue. - You've seen the news about him - she finds a point. - And have you looked at the news about you? - makes her shut up. - You know as well as I do that the media is very fanciful and that it has a side. I doubt you would like to be judged by the things that appear in magazines. Melanie drives with her head down for the ear tug, so embarrassed that she can't even open her mouth. - The question is, do you want to spend the rest of your life taking out the anger your father gives you on your husband? Is it worth living in a fighting home? - For the rest of your life? - My love, you are married! - makes her wake up. - Hasn't it sunk in yet? Melanie shakes her head no. - Boss, when I get home, I just want to relax and enjoy my husband. You don't need to advance anything now, but it's better to start somewhere. I can't believe you want to come home and start fighting as soon as you see him. - I don't want this... - she says softly. - Then you need to stop being so stubborn and sort things out with him. By behaving like this, you're just giving him reasons to find someone else. Silence reigns in the vehicle, making Amanda's words echo in the brunette's head. - I hate it when you're right - Melanie snorts, earning a laugh from her friend. As much as she didn't want to admit it, Amanda was right in everything she said. She had judged Christopher by his appearance and taken out all the anger she felt about that marriage on him, when it was her father who practically sold her. Melanie already left a home full of fights and didn't want to enter another, so she would make an effort to try to restart things with her husband and at least try to be friends. 2 Getting settled in Queens, Melanie and Amanda walk hurriedly, ready to take the first taxi to return to Manhattan, tired from the trip. A little further on, a man in a suit and tie meets the brunette, greeting her respectfully. - Good afternoon, Mrs. Rogers, my name is Anthony Torres, I'm Mr. Rogers' private driver and he asked me to drop you off at home safely. She smiles sympathetically at the older man's politeness and greets him too. - Good afternoon, Mr. Torres. - You can call me Anthony, miss. - If I'm going to call you Anthony, I want you to stop being Mrs. Rogers and call me Melanie. - I'll try, but I can't promise anything. She agrees and introduces her friend. - This is Amanda Wilson, my best friend, could you drop her off at home first? - Good afternoon - the redhead greets him. - Good afternoon, miss - he greets her with a nod. - You don't need to ask me for anything, I'm at your service. - I don't think it will be necessary Melanie, Dener has just arrived - she points to a black boy getting out of his sports BMW. - Call me later, now I have to go. Have a good afternoon, Mrs. Rogers, Mr. Torres - says goodbye. - Anthony, miss - he corrects her. - Good afternoon then, Antony - I smiled at you. - Goodbye. The redhead turns around, taking hurried steps, until she finally runs, falling into the arms of her husband who kisses her away, eliciting a smile from Melanie who is watching the scene. How cute. She thinks. - Would you like to be received like that? - the oldest takes her out of her reveries. - Mr. Christopher was going to come and pick her up personally, but he thought her presence might make her uncomfortable. Melanie smiles awkwardly and shakes her head. - He didn't need to bother - she says to Anthony, waving goodbye to Dener and Amanda from afar, watching them get into the car. - Christopher and I don't have that kind of relationship - she approaches the vehicle door. In respectful silence, the man opens the door for her and then places the bags in the trunk. Heading calmly to Manhattan, Melanie feels apprehensive about the conversation she will have today. Nervous and not knowing what to expect, she remains restless in the backseat, trying to talk to the man, to find out how she should approach her husband later. - Mrs. Rogers -