Mr and Mrs Sim ⋆ s.jake

Chapter 4

I left work at 5 p.m. because of my husband's inopportune calls. Sim Jaeyun thought it appropriate to call me while I was at work just to check on his car. Not even me, his car. A new male whim, I assumed as I unlocked the car door. The 16th call rang at this exact moment, I officially couldn't take it anymore so I picked up the phone for the second time.

"What the fuck do you want Jaeyun?" I hoped that way he would understand and stop, I was wrong.

"You know damn well darling." He had the audacity to respond as if I were the problem.

Suddenly the intrusive and impulsive thought of drowning his car or driving it into a wall crossed my mind. Under the pretext that he had signed a huge check for it, I had to expressly babysit his car.

It could have been a question of money but Jaeyun had always been the rich son he thought he was, in his case it was pure materialism and another reason that I didn't know yet. My hands tightened on the steering wheel as I started the engine. Maybe I was being too dramatic, how could I, a woman, understand my man's whim? Anyway. He thought the subject of cars wasn't for women, I can't be the exception.

On the way home I suddenly felt guilty, I shouldn't have been so stubborn with him. To apologize, I made a detour to our favorite pastry shop: The Nuager to buy a french fraisier with a lot of strawberries. It looked like the most appetizing cake ever.

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"Jae honey? I'm here!" I pulled off my heels with one hand while balancing the cake box with the other.

He stood in the doorway of the living room, arms crossed and looking disappointed, almost sad. I mentally prepared myself to apologize on my knees for him, but his reaction was worse. He ignored me and left the second I took a step toward him.

"For God's sake Jaeyun stop with your poo-poo face, you're not a child anymore !"

I turned around and went to put the box in the kitchen. He wanted to sulk? Fine, I was going to enjoy all those calories alone. I grabbed a spoon and tasted the cake. I don't know if it was the anger, but I ate every mouthful like it was my last. I loved cherries, strawberries, anything red actually. Red was the color of: lust, my shoes, Jaeyun's car and Evan's hair... It was his color. Once full, I threw the spoon in the dishwasher and put the rest of the fraisier in the fridge.

"Get ready, Jongseong invites us for dinner." He came to inform me as I poured myself a glass of water to hopefully clear my mind.

As I left the room I shouldered him, and even behind my back I felt him restrain himself from slamming me against the wall. The sound of the bathroom lock was almost a relief for me, without knowing if it was my ardor or him that I had to calm down my shower was icy cold. Insufferable at first, then delightful, like my husband. After that I went out the room covered only by my towel.

"Seeing you like this reminds me why I love you." He said in his deadly seductive tone of voice.

Then I went into the dressing room, asking myself what to wear to meet my husband's best friend? I imagined Jongseong's wife and the clothes she would wear and concluded that I needed to shine, at least more than her. I dropped my towel, leaving Jaeyun in his thoughts, to put on a teal slip dress similar to the one Michelle Pfeiffer wore in Scarface.

Finally I let my dear husband admire the result while I was perfecting the look with my most expensive jewelry set. I could see in the mirror's reflection that he was hypnotized by me, and the same could be said of his messy look, his half-open shirt and untied tie.