After getting home from work, I went upstairs to shower. And all I could think about was the envelope with the results for the marriage certificate that was in my bag. I spent about 30 minutes in the shower and then came out. After rubbing my favorite body butter all over my body, I put on blue laced lingerie and wrapped a robe around myself. I sat on the bed scrolling through my phone when I heard Mark's car pull up in the driveway. I looked over at the clock and realized it was 6:00 pm.
"Early I see," I said to myself. I went back into the closet and pulled on a dress. I decided to head downstairs to see what he was up to. There is no way I'm ending the year still living with this asshole.
Stepping out the room I could hear him on his cellphone talking to someone on his phone."Yeah, she's here," he told the other person on the other end.
"We'll see how it goes," he continued. I tried approaching the kitchen silently as best as I could but he heard me coming. I heard when he hung the phone up. I stopped for a second before I walked into the kitchen.
"You're home early," I said to him.
"So are you," he replied back.
"Well, I left early today," "Didn't feel like staying back at work," I stated while I sit down at the island. He slides his phone into his pocket and came closer to me. He kissed me on the forehead and I closed my eyes.
"Are you ready for this weekend?" He asked while standing behind me.
"Well, I'm not sure what exactly I should be excited about," "You literally demanded that I stay here for the weekend," I said to him.
He stood behind me for a while and kept rubbing my shoulders. He slid his hands down my dress and cupped my breast and started messaging it. This isn't going to go well, because I refuse to give in to this man's desires, not to mention I feel nothing for him. The only thing I feel is disgust. And I'm disgusted at myself right now, with how he corrupted my body.
"I'm heading upstairs to get ready," "We're going out to start the weekend," Mark said to me while he walked away. I sat there for a few before I head upstairs to get ready as well. When I walked into the bedroom, Mark was already in the shower and his phone was on the bed. I took it put to look over his recent call log to see who he was talking to but I did not recognize the number. I also went into his text messages and noticed that the person knew my every move.
"Who the fuck is this?" I said to myself.
"Karla," Mark called out from inside the bathroom. I placed the phone back on the bed and walked into the bathroom.
"Yeah," I replied standing with my arms folded. Who the fuck is this person he's talking to and how do they know where I am at all times.
"Wear a dress," "We are going to have dinner down by the waterfront," he said.
"Okay," I replied while I took out my notebook and a pen and went back to write down the phone number.
I'm going to have Det. Kevin run the number to see who it belongs to. I went into my closet and took out the phone. I sent him a text with the number and explain to him what I needed. I placed the phone back into the corner and went to look for a dress. With my figure and size, whatever I wear will come across as seductive and the last time I wanted was to turn Mark on. This does not take much because he can do that himself. I decided on a blue spaghetti strap body dress and clear heels to go with it. I was putting on my makeup when Mark came out of the shower and stood behind me.
"You look stunning," he came up behind me.
"I've yet to finish getting dressed," I said to him while looking in the mirror.
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Married To A Stranger (Wattys2021 Eligibility Award) (AMAZON PUBLISHED)
Mystère / ThrillerAfter waking up from a coma in the hospital a year and six months ago, Kay remembers nothing about who she was since then. Supposedly married to web designer Mark Johnson, Kay is a little skeptical. With nothing in the house to identify with, no fri...