“I can believe I was gone for a couple of days and you learned how to do a handjob.”
“Please lower your voice.” I can believe she just said that out loud. My ears are burning, just revealing what I did to my husband was embarrassing enough.
“What?” She rolls her eyes in annoyance. “You’re married to a hunk. It’s a shame that you haven't done more than that to him.”
“How was it?”
“What?”
“The hand job!”
I panic and almost jump to cover her mouth but the table is in the way, the cutlery and glass bang into each other calling even more attention to us.
As soon as I see their SUV drive away is like a ton of weight lifts off my shoulders. Staying alert all throughout the day is exhausting. Ending up the day with a headache has become the norm in the last few days. “Little bird.” “Umm?” Letting the curtains fall back in place I turn towards my husband. “Come here.” in a few steps, I find myself standing in the space between his open legs. His hands soon enough find my hips, shifting so that our bodies are touching. it’s become a habit of mine to touch his face, and his hair, running my fingers through it gives me a lot of pleasure. “Are you happy?” I suddenly ask him. “What?” “You just closed a deal with a big company.” I point out. “I’m so proud of you.” He freezes for a second, and his hand that had been moving on my legs stops moving while he looks at me with a surprised expression. Since we have been acting lovingly and caring in front of his now business partner the touching between us has become something normal, someth
Like every other day, he disappears as soon as the sun is up. I don’t blame him, this is the price of running your own ranch, maybe he thinks that just because he held me until he fell asleep is enough. Our union is not a normal one, I’m here because he wants me to be, he insisted, settled things behind my back and I was also part of that, I should have said no. Seeing it now, no one forced me to be here, to say yes, to sign. The only chance we’ve had to be a couple was pretending to care for one another the last couple of days. I’m a fool for believing that it would continue, just last night he proved me wrong. “The air is turning chillier, you might want to start wearing thick clothes around the house.” Carla has been talking nonstop since we had breakfast. The tea has already gone cold. “I’m guessing we’ll have snow in the next twenty-four hours.” “That’s nice.” Is all I say. The scenery has changed, and the trees are almost naked. Not a single green leaf is left. “Nice?”
It’s Christmas and I have yet to disclose my plans to Lacey. She sits on the couch with a drink in her hand while the rest of the guests parade around the room. “I got you what you ordered me to get you,” she whispers once I'm an earshot. “I could have gotten you those corsets.” There she goes again, talking about lingerie. “It's not like I'm ever going to use them.” “You never know.” She never loses hope. She keeps rooting for team Andreas but we've been married for three months and all that has happened has been mild. “Never say never.” I almost blurted out Camero’s name but the girl code stops me. She has been staying single for the longest time. Her friendly relationship with Dick left her content but also made her understand that some things aren’t meant for her. And I wish she would understand that it was almost the same. That he would never care for me. When it is time for the exchange of presents my heart fills with joy when Paige loves the paint set I got her, with A
“I finished Ms. Rebecca.” “My gosh, that was so fast.” I take the book out of the small hands of little Patricia. Today she’s in pigtails, a little crocked from her constant play. “How many books have you read this week?” “Two.” She shows with her small fingers and smiles wide. “You want another?” “My momma said I could take one more.” I look up at the smiling woman standing back a few steps. She’s teaching her to be independent and the small 7-year-old is thriving. At least with the trusty young librarian. “How about something scary?” I look at the mom before handing her the book we had already discussed while the child had been in class. “Is it too scary?” The girl pulls her hands back and turns to her mother. “Is just a little bit.” I place the book on the counter and wait for her to make the decision. “Or there’s a not scary one I think you’d like.” I watch amused as her forehead creases, she’s thinking hard and the smile as she takes the copy of Sam Wu is Not Afraid of Gh
“Come on, Buddy.” The second I push open the door she throttles in checking every nook and cranny of the place, one would think she hasn’t been at the house in weeks. “We’ll have dinner and watch a movie, right girl.” She plops herself on her small nook and watches me as I discard my bag on the small table and start peeling off clothes. “Thank you for helping with that awful man, it must be something in the air. Everyone is so angry all the time.” Ever since Buddy started living with me it's been a one-way conversation. She looks attentively whenever I talk to her and sometimes I think she understands but maybe is that I’m just used to her sensitive personality. The sound of music coming from the big house makes me smile, even through the hard time Daniel and Connie were able to stay together. They laugh, joke, and remember together. The old couple welcomed me from day one with open arms and I can’t repay them enough. “What do you think girl, a rom-com or should we continue watchi
The elements must have declared the day of my birth as something worthy of celebration, after continuous days of gray clouds and gusty winds the sun shone above and the sky was a pretty blue. The girls had covered the backyard table with pretty plates and fancy napkins. The menu was mostly finger food and tiny pastries. And dog treats. The music was minimal and the laughter was abundant. “Blue looks so good on you,” said Clara as I pretended to try on the blouse I had just taken out of the gift bag. “Thank you, Clara, I love it,” I said as I leaned closer to hug the pretty old woman, her flowery scent always accompanying her, and her short curly bob. “Open mine.” The next one was a beauty set followed by the most leather beautiful jacket. Pressing it to my nose the smell told me everything I needed to know, this was genuine and also second-hand. Also brought back memories of leather and earthy scents, strong hands, and haunting eyes. “I bought this thinking I would wear it,
Word of her return had come in quickly. The buzzing of gossip followed me everywhere and even though people no longer mentioned her name when I was around I knew by the look in their eyes who they were talking to.She had arrived hours ago, and most likely was in bed by now. Staring at the darkened house told me everything I needed to know. Her father's second heart attack had finally drawn her home. But she didn’t seek sanctuary at my house, no she’d chosen her old home. Funny, it was mine but that was semantics. Ours was a set-to-fail relationship, she was too tame and I was too wild, for a second she almost got me to settle, to care but the more I cared and the more I wanted to get away. I didn’t blame her for running away from me and adding to it the constant calls from Cynthia. The arrangement had been her idea but it had stayed with me days later, and when she said no. That got me thinking, a pretty wife and land because she was pretty, too pretty and innocent.Had she stayed i
Word of her return had come in quickly. The buzzing of gossip followed me everywhere and even though people no longer mentioned her name when I was around I knew by the look in their eyes who they were talking to. She had arrived hours ago, and most likely was in bed by now. Staring at the darkened house told me everything I needed to know. Her father's second heart attack had finally drawn her home. But she didn’t seek sanctuary at my house, no she’d chosen her old home. Funny, it was mine but that was semantics. Ours was a set-to-fail relationship, she was too tame and I was too wild, for a second she almost got me to settle, to care but the more I cared and the more I wanted to get away. I didn’t blame her for running away from me and adding to it the constant calls from Cynthia. The arrangement had been her idea but it had stayed with me days later, and when she said no. That got me thinking, a pretty wife and land because she was pretty, too pretty and innocent. Had she staye