my wife

chapter 5

I've been living here for a month now. And it's like heaven. No one cares what I do, I can sleep as long as I want and I even have a maid like, what?

She's only here on certain days or when I need her. Her name is Mary and she's in her late twenties.

She helps me with my chores and yes I know she gets payed to do it, but doing it myself gives me the feeling of being independent and I mean doing it together is really fun.

She's a very cute person and has become a close friend of mine.

I love living here. There're many windows and I feel like I'll never get sick of this view.

Being here is so peaceful that there're times when I forget that I'm married and that this wouldn't be possible without him.

Now that I think about it I still haven't seen him.

Mary has told me about him though. She said he always has the same expression and is pretty much an emotionless person, but he's kind. I hope that's true, I'm honestly still scared to meet him.

Somehow I'm not tired at all tonight.

I scrolled through every Social Media app there is and it's getting boring. I thought about picking up a book but I don't have any which I haven't read already and online books aren't an option right now because I'm already sick of my phone.

Maybe I should eat something?

I go downstairs and leave the lights off since New York is the city that never sleeps, it needs light at night. A lot of light. So much that you don't need to turn on your own light.

I open the fridge first. I scan the food that I have prepared this evening but that's not it. And the rest, is stuff I don't want to eat right now, just like always. Then I see a bag full of snacks. Bingo. I totally forgot, I bought that three days ago.

I need something to drink too, so I walk over to the cabinet and grab myself a glass.

Suddenly I hear someone walking down the stairs.

I feel like ants are creeping up my spine.

I start sweating.

All different kinds of scenarios run through my head.

Am I gonna die?

Was someone in my apartment the entire time?

What's going on?

What do they want?

And then the noise stops.

I turn around and see a tall, handsome guy with messy hair and sweat pants on.

I just stand there unable to move.

Is he here to murder me?

But why does he have sweats on?

OH GOOD GOD. I'M MARRIED AND THIS IS MY HUSBAND?

He leans on the counter and smirks. It's one of the snobby smirks. Disgusting. Though he is very handsome especially in this dimmed light.

My husband  looks at every single inch of my body. It feels like he's undressing me with his eyes. I feel naked.

„Can't sleep?", he asks. I shake my head and grab my glass of water.

OMG. Fuck. I just realized that I'm practically wearing nothing!

I'm standing here in front of a stranger in a shirt and a thong.

Emilio Romano my husband. I've never seen him before since he's never home, I thought today would be no different. I'm panicking but I don't think that he sees it and it better stays this way.

„What are you looking at?", I ask him, showing no emotion whatsoever.

No answer. Just one very deep and long breath. He walks towards me, getting a little too close but I don't back away. Stepping back would make it seem like I'm scared but I'm not, just panicking because I have no clothes on.

He's looking down at me, tucking my hair behind my ear and touching my lip.

His eyes are fierce and his body tense.

I can't breathe, I don't know what's happening, why I react to him like this.

I look down his perfectly shaped body and back up to his face.

We lock eyes.

I feel my blood pressure rising.

My heart beats so hard it'll fall out of my chest.

Lust in his eyes.

Like a hungry lion which has just spotted it's prey.

He stares into my eyes like he's looking for something.

It feels like he has looked into my soul and already figured me out.

„It's getting late and you have to get up early tomorrow", he almost wispers.

„Yes, you're right.", I can't look away, he disabled me, I can't move.

I walk past him and leave everything behind and go back to my room.

I lie down and just know, I will not get an ounce of sleep tonight.