More Than I Expected.

Chapter 13

NOT PROOFREAD

Lauren

It was different with her.

Throughout the entire time of my presentation to the investors all I could think about was how I reacted with Y/N. I'd grown so use to my job that even while distracted I knew I was selling off this new sliding keyboard phone well to the investors as I watched smiles appear on their faces, yet I couldn't relish in it. All that played in my mind was how dejected Y/N looked as she left. The fall in her usual unwitting smile to a sullen look made my heart ache. All I could hope for was that she didn't blame herself. I was the one being a little dramatic.

Dramatic?

Was that the right word?

No. Jealously.

Yup. That's definitely it.

As the presentation came to an end and all of these suited up men came over to give me their compliments I forced a smile as I compared how Y/N treated my wife and I. When it came to Camila she was still all the same kind of nervous as she would be with me, but the dynamics were different. Y/N was more inclined to take the lead with Camila, and it was easy for Camila to push that role on to her with how cute she is about it. She liked to be fawned over and pampered, I knew that all too well. It was what she was use to, but that didn't mean she couldn't take charge when she wanted to. While with me Y/N was more susceptible to losing that harder side to be what Camila is with me. Growing shyer and losing all her confidence until I tell her how I want her.

There always had to be some clarification, and while I was thankful she looks for mutual consent first it wouldn't hurt if she just did what she wanted sometimes. My body shuddering remembering how she practically growled out how I read her mind about taking me against my desk. The back of my shoulders burning remember how she pressed me against the top. My mind reeling with questions if she'd had other moments where she'd thought of me in such a way. I wasn't ungrateful for all the moments we have had together, but something in me craved for something.

Something new.

And I wanted it with Y/N.

"Amazing as always," Niall smiled my way as he loosened up his turquoise tie, "They're definitely going to have advertising on the promotional stuff by next week with how you sold that." His hand coming up to brush his gold hair out of its neat look, "I'll get back to doing the presentations again after today-even though I think you're better off doing them."

"I'm never doing this shit again," I huffed feeling my shoulders droop once I noticed it was just us in the room, "Please never request time off again."

Niall threw his head back in a big laugh before giving me his bright smile again, "Alright alright-I know it wasn't that bad."

"It was terrible," I groaned out pulling the chair at the head of the table towards me to take a seat with a sigh. "Please never have me do your job again." I mumbled as I rested my head into my arms letting my upper body melt over the table.

"I promise it'll be the last time. Until my anniversary that is," he grinned with enthusiasm as he probably recalled the honeymoon he just went on.

"Let the year drag," I mumbled into my sleeve not wanting to think about it passing us by too fast.

It was though. I'd met Y/N almost five months ago and I didn't want to think about it coming to a year with us just staying how we were. I hated myself for never bringing the conversation up about how all of this was more. Y/N had to bring it up herself after coming to us winded and in tears. Had I seen her ex in person I probably would've went off on her in my first language after pulling Camila off of her. Thinking back to that night I smiled remembering the younger girl falling asleep on the bed with her head using Camila's lap as a pillow. My wife's fingers running through her hair as her face twisted in fury and disgust. I sat next to her and wrapped my arms around her waist because I knew we were feeling the same thing.