Drunk (On Jealousy) - Chapter 3

Portia's POV

It's been 2 weeks since the unexpected appearance of Lima Dyer. Ellen had asked Andy to look for any informations about the girl. Andy found nothing. 

I didn't think much about the Dyer girl anymore. She never showed up, she never dropped any hint, she disappeared just like that. 

I was happy to come to work everyday with my wife. And she did fulfil her promises on the 'advantage'. I shook my head and smiled to myself. 

Kinky. 

"Baby, do you really need to go to the meeting today?" Ellen's voice startled me. 

"Gosh, you scared me, Ed," I mumbled, putting my right hand on my chest. 

She smirked. Dang, that sexy smirk never cease to turn me on. 

I looked down to my coffee. 

"Hey, I'm sexier than that black coffee, aren't I?" 

I looked back at her and rolled my eyes. She laughed. 

"So, you really need to go to the meeting? I'm not happy about the idea of letting you go by yourself. Can't it wait until after lunch? At least I would be able to come with you,".

"I do, darling. It's a new serial on ABC and all the casts should come to read the first script. You should be excited that I'll be playing on a new show," I said. 

"You know I'm really excited and proud, Porsche. I just......" Ellen took my hand and stared at my eyes deeply. 

I knew she's still worried about Lima Dyer. Ellen wasn't the type of person who would forget about a girl who directly states that she's capable of 'stealing' her wife. 

I smiled and rubbed the back of her hand with my thumb. 

"I know, baby. But, you see, everything's gonna be alright. I'm not leaving you for anyone," I stared back at her magical blue eyes. 

It might be the second best part of my wife, since the first was her beautiful heart. 

"You promise?" she reassured. 

"Hey, that was our vows, remember?" I caressed her cheek with my other hand and she kissed it. 

"I am not leaving you. Never was and never will," I stated it firmly. 

"Even for Chris Evans?" 

"Nuh-uh," I frowned. 

"Brad Pitt?" 

"Nope," 

"Chris Hemsworth?"

"Well, he's hot...." I pretended to think and Ellen pouted. 

I laughed. "You are adorable," I giggled. "Of course not, honey. After all, I'm 'drunk as a skunk, gay as the day is long'," I winked, quoted one of my favorite Ellen's line on her monologs. That was one of the most hilarious, tho. 

Ellen threw her head back and laughed loudly. 

"I love you, baby," she said inbetween her laugh. 

I grinned and grabbed my bag before pecking her lips. 

"I should get going or else I'm gonna be late. I love you more, Ed," I kissed her lips one more time before leaving the kitchen. 

"Text me, Porsche!" she yelled. 

"Will do!" I yelled back before grabbing my truck's key and closed the door behind. 

Ellen's POV

I was so close of breaking the speed limit in the highway. I slowed down a bit and sighed. 

My mind kept on wandering to Portia. Maybe she was right. Maybe I was just too paranoid about all these things. 

Damn Lima Dyer for ruining my peace.

Don't get me wrong. I trust Portia. Of course I trust her, she's my wife after all. The best wife I could ever get. 

But, that's the thing. She's the best part of my life. 

She herself, was my life. 

And if that Lima Dyer ever dared to show up again and touch her, I knew deep down in my heart I would be furious. 

But then again, that wasn't the thing. 

I was scared. In fact, I was terrified. What if Portia did fall in love with her? What if Portia left me? 

I mean, I had to admit that Dyer girl was so much more than me. 

She's pretty, hot, and most of all.... young. Would Portia ever leave me? 

I shook my head, trying to get rid of those toxic thoughts. I assured myself that I had to put more trust on my wife. 

I loved Portia. I loved her with every bit of my heart, my body, and every bit of the air in my lungs. 

Portia's POV

I walked through the parking lot, heading into the office. I was grateful that I wasn't late. The traffic was unbelievable! 

Driving a Defender wasn't so helpful either. I mean, I loved the truck. I really did. That was one of a zillion proofs that my wife loved me with all her heart and she would always try to make me happy. 

But, in small roads, driving the truck wasn't like walking the dogs in the park, you know.

"Hey, Portia! How're you doing?" Zack, one of my fellow actors, greeted me as I stepped into the building. 

"Hi, Zack! I'm great. You?" I kissed his cheek and hugged him. 

"Fabulous. Can't wait to read the first script!" he said excitedly. 

"Me too! I'm really happy to work with you again," I smiled. 

"Back atcha, sweetheart. Let's go inside," he offered his arm and I took it before got into the elevator that brought us up to the 3rd floor. 

"Hey, you guys! Come on, join us here," Jamie, the producer of the show, waved his hand at us. 

We said hi to some other actors and actresses (some I had known over the years, some were Ellen's friends, and some were my acquaintances) before we finally sat down and had some light talks. 

"Hey, Jamie. Why haven't we started yet?" I asked him after around 15 minutes. Jamie was always on time on everything, so it's not his thing to stall this long. 

"We have to wait for one other cast. Late on the first day," he rolled his eyes and we laughed. 

Right after he said that, the door blasted open and a girl with red fiery hair rushed into the room with a big smile.

"Gosh, the traffic was awful! Sorry, I'm late!" she blurted out. 

I must've looked like I saw a ghost. I felt like I had no blood running on my face. I was stunned. 

That was Lima Dyer.