Well, if she wants ice cream, she’ll get it.
We find a place not too far, and we each order a cone, then find a seat outside. It’s chilly, maybe a little too much to be eating ice cream outside, but Seraphine is happy and that’s all that matters to me.
“So, two wives, huh?” she asks before dragging her tongue upthat cone. The sight of it has my dick twitching in my pants and reminding me how she sucked me off in the office earlier today. She’s been insatiable over the last week, and I couldn’t be more thrilled with it.
“That’s right.”
“What happened to your first marriage?”
“She died,” I say simply, and she pauses.
“Oh… Ooh.” She drags out the second one, probably putting pieces together. “Harrison’s mom.”
“Yes.”
“I don’t know why I didn’t put that together until now. I’m sorry.”
“No need to be sorry. You’re allowed to ask questions about my life.”
She nods, hesitating before going back to her ice cream.
“You can keep asking me questions, Seraphine. I know you want to.”
She smiles, but keeps her gaze off me, focusing on her ice cream.
“Fine. Be stubborn. I’ll just tell you then.” I lick a drop of ice cream that’s melting quickly, despite the cold, then continue on.
“I married Miranda, my second wife, when Harrison was eight. His mother died when he was only a few months old, and it’s not that I was avoiding a relationship, but it was difficult caring for a young child and being the CEO of a large company that was quickly growing.”
Another pause to take more ice cream. I should have gotten a cup with a spoon, instead of this messy cone. I take a napkin from my pocket to wipe my mouth before tucking it under my leg, so it doesn’t fly away.
“Miranda was… well, she wasn’t Laura. It wasn’t a love at first sight type of thing, or even anin-love thing. We met at a charity event, then ran into each other at other events, and things kind of fell into place like a puzzle. It made sense.”
“So, what happened?” she asks.
I take a breath before answering. It used to be a simple answer, one I could give without caring. But now, since Seraphine, Iwonder if maybe I am in the wrong. If I admit what I’m about to admit, will Seraphine feel the same? Could the same things happen to us?
I’m getting ahead of myself thinking her and I will be in an actual relationship, never mind marriage, but that’s where my mind is taking me.
“She said she was lonely because I was married to my job.”
“Were you?” is what Seraphine asks. “Married to your job. Did you put it before her?”
“Yes,” I answer honestly.
“Why?” Her word is simple, not accusatory. I take a moment to think about it because I’ve never thought about it before. I knew what I did, but I didn’t feel sorry for it. Didn’t regret it. She knew who I was when we got together. I was fine with the divorce and us separating because it was my job that mattered more to me.
“She didn’t mean enough to me.” Seraphine’s eyes go a little wide. “And I know that sounds terrible, but it’s not that I didn’t care about her. I did. We had a family, and though things are strained right now, I love my stepdaughter. But at the time, my business needed more attention.”
“And now?”
Those words don’t come out as strong. She’s nervous about what my answer will be.
“Now… I’ve found something more important, and I want to give it all my attention.”
The smile I get in return is breathtaking.
Seraphine gets up from her seat across from me and moves onto the bench beside me.
