Olivia Sparks

Chapter 110 - Sultry Smell

Emily and Wyatt's Villa

The pitter-patter of the shower running in the bathroom relaxed Emily. She just arrived home from the state dinner and her toes were aching from the strangling confines of her pumps.

With her back against the ensuite door, she kicked her YSL strappy pumps off her feet, wiggling her toes for the first time of the night, before she unzipped her gown, pooling it on the floor.

"Cara Mia," Wyatt whistled, a white towel wrapped around his waist. "What a s.e.xy back you have, honey."

Emily beamed when his warm lips touched her shoulders and his arms crawled from her waist up to her achy b.r.e.a.s.t.

She was removing her earrings, letting Wyatt explore her body when she saw his reflection in the mirror.

"What's wrong, honey?" she tweeted, looking over her shoulder to verify if the reflection she saw matched the face behind her.

Cupping her b.r.e.a.s.t, Wyatt's frown deepened. Three lines creased on his forehead. He molded his hands on the underside of her b.r.e.a.s.ts, raising her elbow above her head. 

"Honey, have you seen your doctor? I could feel a lump on your left b.r.e.a.s.t."

"Really?" She started cupping her c.h.e.s.t too but couldn't feel anything.

"I can schedule a doctor's appointment for you in the infirmary if you're uncomfortable going to your usual doctor. I know how news flies around you the instant you step out of those clinics."

Still cupping her c.h.e.s.t, a hint of skepticism painted her face. She really couldn't feel a thing. Not even a raisin. "It's ok. I have a schedule with my OB-GYN in a few days because this lady," she points a finger to her chin, "Needs to get her w.o.m.b checked."

Scooping her from her seat, Wyatt carried Emily to their bed, gently laying her down.

"Honey, wait," Emily protested. "I'll brush my teeth first." Today was her big-O, as in, ovulation day, and she didn't want a garlicky breath to come in between their baby-making. So she flew like a butterfly to the ensuite and prepped herself. 

She was on her way out when she noticed Wyatt's dress shirt pooled on the floor. Picking it up to throw in the hamper, her nose crinkled when it caught an unusual scent.

Her heart hammered in her c.h.e.s.t. It hammered so painfully she thought she was having a heart attack. Her delicate fingers wrung on the dress shirt, and her eyes darted towards it when her sparkling engagement ring caught the chandelier's light.

With labored breath she forced herself to cry, but no tear fell out from her eye.

Placing the nauseating dress shirt on the sink, Emily stole a peek in the bedroom and saw Wyatt's sleeping form.

A scowl painted her face. Of course, the asshole was tired from f.u.c.k.i.n.g other women.

So she went back to the sink where the evidence lay flat. She checked every inch for whatever dirt it might caught: a lipstick stain, a carpet thread, or a s.e.m.e.n! She didn't care. She would find that incriminating clue and she would give him the pay back that she deserved.

Wyatt's snoring jolted her from her inspection. It had been a few minutes, and she couldn't find one except for that faint smell of perfume which she didn't have in her collection.

What if she's just exaggerating? What if she was just smelling her own scent that she didn't know about?

Against what her better judgement was screaming at her, Emily chose to ignore the glaring evidence right in front of her eyes—throwing it inside the hamper on the corner of the ensuite.

Morning came, and Emily was awakened by the chirping birds and the sun brightly shining outside their balcony. Feeling Wyatt's side of the bed dipped, she smiled with her eyes still closed and stretched her limbs. She knew he just came back from his morning workout.

"Good morning, honey," Wyatt smoothened his hand on Emily's arm. Holding up the engagement ring he found on the bathroom counter, he watched as Emily covered her eyes when the diamond ring caught light from the sun, blinding her.

The other day, he surprised her with an intimate proposal after their brunch in Notios Estate. That's why he was wondering why she would recklessly put it in an unsafe place.

"Oh, you found it. I took it off. It was too heavy." She swallowed a lump in her throat. Her heart squeezed when Wyatt held out her hand, slipping it back in her finger. She felt her ring finger sear and burn as the ring traversed its length.

"That's where it belongs, honey." He planted a kiss on her forehead, messing her bedroom hair. "And, I'll go with you to your doctor's appointment. I was constantly thinking about it during my run."

"You don't have too. People might think I'm pregnant." She snorted as she pulled her weight off the bed. Slipping on her robe, she watched his broad back that was drenched with sweat. But instead of the smell of his skin, she smelled the same scent she inhaled last night.

"Wyatt," she trailed off. Shaking her head clear from the haunting memory of that perfume.

"Yes? Honey?" he replied, his back faced her as he untied his shoe.

"Are you cheating on me?" She pursed her lips upon seeing him pause. He didn't need to answer because she got the answer she was looking for.

Looking over his shoulders, Emily gauged the look on Wyatt's face. Scanning it for any hint of guilt yet found none when he smiled so brightly it blinded her on her spot.

"What made you think I would cheat on you?"

Wyatt stood from his seat, his damp socks scr.a.p.ed on the carpet. She knew he was rushing to her side to comfort her because Wyatt never had heavy footsteps. He was so stealthy, his opponents would never notice he was aiming his rifle on their back.

Her eyes pooled tears when he held her. He was stinky with sweat that the sultry smell of wood, musk and rose already rubbed off of his skin.

"You're the only woman I love."

She returned his hug, albeit hers was forced and almost limped. 

Emily knew Wyatt was lying, but she would still give him another chance.

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