I always would believe myself to be the innocent girl who always felt the need to pursue stability within any caregiver work, but I would soon face the consequences. Thrilling for the time being I wouldn't be able to escape this, it would soon haunt me every night since the day I'd devoted my marriage to be betrothed to another man. Once in another man's home, you start to realize and crave the different atmosphere you once called home. This included the one man you respected and trusted. The one man who made you feel scared but excited within your veins, he was rough yet rough in the right proportions to the missing puzzle piece; showing those rare emotions you begin to realize well maybe he was the one all along.
I still remember the first touch, the first kiss, it was alluring yet wrong. Suspense wrote all over each other's faces, It was clear he wanted me to some content, although the issue was the nagging wife that sealed those fine lips of his, the husk and rasp of his voice making me shiver every time he spoke, every time he would moan. Every time I would make him moan. I would never forget that night, although I regret it, regret not being within his arms as the moment I write this beside the new man I thought I wanted. A future I thought I wanted. It still takes me back to that night as a night I would endingly enjoy.
I was a maiden for the two unhappy couple, their spit of venom and slurs would fill each room day and night for the time I cleaned and prepared. I felt bad for the man, really, it wasn't fair to him for the woman he thought he loved was throwing a fit over the smallest things. Not caring about the bigger picture of a fucking divorce. But oh was I thrilled, didn't even feel bad in the slightest, I knew her secret. Take a unhappy wife and a box of condoms within her purse two to two; she was a whore, sleeping with other men behind the good sir's back. Who knew a good dick would corrupt over a whole package of a pleasing successful man. Although, there was clear flaws in his, but I was the girl who shunned those flaws. All I knew is that I respected him more than I respected that bitch.
"Can you ever fold right Helen?"
"It's Jasmine, but apologies Mallory, just how I was taught,"
"Well do it my way, we don't pay you here to be such a screw up." The woman scoffed, grinning ear to ear, her plans seemingly being soon to consume.
I watched her with the key of disgust, how could she just go out after all that arguing? sighing I began to refold and fix every flaw the blonde instructed me with. "Her fucking wisdom can go straight up her own as-" Silence would be suited to go, we both were startled, My head would tilt up towards the two, the woman arching her back would stiffen and smile as she began to approach the man that would appear from the doorframe, His large figure hugging most of the exit as a block. Eyes glared, arms crossed, oh boy he was pissed off. I would simply try and keep silent, although the bitching of the two would already commence.
"where the hell are you off to?" he spoke rather unhinged at the fact as he knew her motives of leaving. his anger not very vocal, but his structure and aura of his body language would intoxicate within those fumes.
"Going out with the girls. Make dinner yourself. I have no time for this Rheese."
And just like that the woman had that superior power, pushing that man to the side like trash, nothing of a waste of exposure towards their settlement of marriage. I could only watch that hint of rage turn to the pint of heartache. It was clear he was unhappy, tired of her and his life overall. My heart sank, but only rippled into a panic as his glossed eyes gaze towards my attention, his eyebrows furrowing with rage.
"What the fuck are you looking at? did I give you instruction to speak? have at it."
"N-no, apologies sir, I was just erm, zoned out,"
