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"Baby, listen. It'll be okay." My husband cooed through the phone as I stepped into my walk-in closet that was better fit for a queen than me. I smiled as I glanced at the photograph of my husband and I on our wedding day. David and I had to overcome a lot to get married, mostly because people didn't agree with our age difference. The day I meant David my life was forever changed. I was down on my luck when he hired me as his assistant. For him it was love at first sight and he eventually won my heart, too. His family called me a gold digger, but for me the money was a plus, and that really hurt. All my life I had shitty, toxic relationships but David was a gentleman and treated me like a queen. On my nineteenth birthday he took me to a private island that he rented out for a week. I mean, how could I not love him?!
"I wish you were here." I pout looking through my wardrobe for something acceptable to wear. My closet was full of Channel, Prada, and everything else a girl could want. I never had cute clothes growing up, so when I finally had the chance to go shopping I may have went a little overboard.
"I'm about to get on my plane, so I gotta go. I love you and everything will be fine." And with that he clicked off the phone call.
Today was the day I was finally meeting my husband's son. Most of David's family boycotted our wedding including his son. I guess I understood why. I wouldn't want a step-mother who was younger than me.
"Fuck it," I growled leaving the closet and skipping down the stairs, admiring the rooms as I passed. This place was a totally bachelor pad before I moved in. I honestly thought a blind person decorated the house the first time David ever brought me to his house. I opened the liquor cabinet and grabbed the first thing I saw; Jack Daniels. Perfect.
"Well, hello step-mommy ." A deep voice chuckled behind me as I stood in my panties, drinking Jack.
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