Noa's Pov
I stood there like a fool in the center of the ballroom holding my glass of wine. Everybody was smiling, laughing, chatting, some of them where on the dance floor waltzing to the beautiful orchestra, yet here I was gloomy,looking like a broken doll on my own anniversary.
This was our five years anniversary, me and my strikingly handsome husband Ashton Griffin. He was one of the top five most successful young men in Riverdale and heir to the mighty Griffin empire. I sure was lucky to have him, that is what everyone thought but in reality I wasn't sure I was so lucky as the media and everyone thought.
I took another sip of my wine, watching the gorgeous blonde with the brownest eyes I had ever seen waltz with yet the third woman in the night. Yet when I had swallowed my pride and asked him to dance with me, he simply brushed me away saying he will dance with me when were alone.
I always loved our private dances more than anything. Every time he got back from work, I would rush to him, give him a hug, he would kiss my cheek and then he would secure his hands around my waist and then we would start waltzing in the kitchen, looking into each other's Loving eyes and dance to no music. He knew how I loved to dance so much after all we met at a ballet class, when I was 14 and him 16, from that day on wards we became inseparable, I was the ink and he the paper.
Everything was perfect in our lives, the love, the care we gave to each other, the daily gifts, kisses,not to mention how great my husband was in bed, after all good sex is also a key to a happy marriage.
Everything was perfect, until Chloe Moonroi came into our lives. She came in disguise of my husband's secretary yet in reality, she was here to steal my man away from.
I watched patiently for the party to end and guests started leaving. I hurriedly waltzed to my husband only to stop in my steps when I saw he was talking his business partners, I suppose since I knew none of their faces. One of the men was bald and looked old like he was in his middle sixties and then the other..uhh. I couldn't get myself to look away from him, he had midnight black hair cascading down his forehead. His jaw was covered with a meticulously trimmed dark stubble. His lips were full and well defined. Perfectly suited to pleasure a woman. He was your typical Italian bad boy, I could tell from the gorgeous tan of his skin.
When his eyes met mine, his stare was cold and piercing. It was the stare of a wild animal just waiting to pounce. Seeing him from that distance, I realized just how tall he was. He loomed over the other man that surrounded him but just the same height as my Ashton. I don’t know how much time passed with us just staring into each other’s eyes. Honestly I didn't want to look away but I had to.
I was bewildered when I realized where I had seen that face before, Lylon Lormbandi ,Ashton had talked about him quite a number of times and by the way he described him, I don't think the two like each other at all. Infact their families have been rivals for generation in the business industry so it's fair enough to say that this man was my husband's enemy.
"Noa,honey," came in my husband's deep and beautiful voice bringing me back to reality, I hadn't even realized I had been staring for so long.
"Yyyy, yes baby," I turned to Ashton not before taking one last look at the gorgeous man who did what I suppose was flirtuos wink at me before he disappeared through the grand doors of my home.I couldn't help but blush.
"What are you looking at?" Ash asked looking everywhere searching for where my eyes had been.
"Nothing,love," I said cheerly, taking my hands in his. After such a long night, I definitely needed more than a dance. Staring at the Italian god just few seconds ago, I have to say definitely had an effect on me.I felt really turned on right now but not because of that man. He couldn't be the cause of this.
I wrapped my hands around the love of my life and hugged him tightly making sure to rub my tits on him, if there was a way to get his hand to touch me down there without having to take off my evening gown first, I could have done so.
"Ash," I called in the most seductive voice I could master. It had been long ever since we got intimate, the last time we had sex was four months ago. I definitely needed this, at least he could give it to me as my anniversary gift.
He must have sensed what I was at but he didn't budge at all. There was no tent in his pants, I even took the initiative of putting my hand down and squeeze him in his pants but I felt nothing. I started to kiss his neck knowing how that always turned him on but still there was nothing on his pants.
"Noa,Noa," he grabbed both my hands and took them off himself.
Oh God! Did he not find me attractive anymore. In the old days just a touch from me had him pouncing on me ready for action.
"Noa, I wanted to tell you that I wouldn't be able stay for the night. I have an emergency."
"What kind of.." He didn't let me finish, he kissed my cheek, wished me goodnight and hurried for the door. The tall, long-legged blonde model with extremely nice curves following suit. With the way she looked I was starting to think he hired himself a stripper for a secretary.
