I woke again in the night to meet and match Eric's hungry demands. Then again he reached out for me in the wee hours of the morning. When I woke for the day, the sun was up high and Eric was gone. From this point on a routine of sorts was formed.
We traveled wide and far in our relationship but only within the boundaries of my fond imaginations. In reality, we were no different from the start.
Each morning after a rapturous night of love making, he would turn cold as ice. I would prepare breakfast and sit beside him to relate my finds of the day before and then he would go about his day at work and I mine. My work was a strange sort, I spent my say doing all I did before when I was still in Eric's employ except for the paperwork.
I mingled with the masses. Attended every auction, fundraising and society gathering and mingled with my contacts for intel. My scope of acquaintance was slowly but surely expanding as my change of status with Eric became apparent to all and sundry. The tabloids previously focused solely over the doings of Eric now included me in the mix. I was snapped at every event. What I did or didn't wear was being vocally commented upon. Judgements were passed but never was I found wanting. I made certain to frequent only the best of the best. I took my public persona as seriously as I once took my job. I smiled at every event and throughout the entire events. I spoke carefully, making sure I remained politically correct and yet delivered my views. I was in a position to circumvent change and was not about to let that go to waste. I read up on causes and formed a voice to be heard.
Time flew on by swiftly. And before I knew it, six months had passed on by.
Six lonely months.
I never felt as alone even when I was alone.
Somehow knowing that Eric lingered around the precipice of my life amplified that feeling so much worse. I love him. Of that there was no longer any doubt if there ever was any to begin with. Eric knew that or so he has said and many times since. He didn't seem to want my declarations of love. I don't know but perhaps he didn't believe it.
I unhitched the clasp of my diamond bracelet and allowed it to slither off my wrist and fall into the jewelry box beneath. Every brand of jewels sparkled within their depths. From the classic diamond and emeralds to the modern tanzanite and Demonic garnets. Every possible jewel lay within. They were mesmerising to behold and yet, I was not charmed.
I drop the lid with a resounding smack and slid the box back into the safe.
My eyes rose to the clock. Eric would be home early this day. I needed to get a crack onto dinner. Spinning on my stillettos, I unzipped my cocktail dress and flung it haphazardly over the bed before I rushed to the kitchen.
Digging out a pot, I filled it with water and set it to boil. Potatos took forever. The sooner I started on it the better.
I was bent over in the fridge pulling out the slabs of meat I had lowered from the freezer earlier, so that it could complete its thaw process while I went and put some clothes one. But the familiar amused tones of Eric's deep voice had me yelping as I drew back in surprise .
"You're early!" I exclaimed huffing out my shock still.
"And you're naked, holding my meat!"
I fumed silently at that. I was not naked. And it was not his meat I was holding... but ours.
I stepped back angrily and allowed the door to shut behind me. The cold chill of the fridge had done its job to prickled goosebumps all over my exposed skin. But it was the pointed nubs on my chest that drew his lascivious attentions. Nipples standing to attention only beckoned his advances. I dropped the meat I still held on the counter, warningly, before I backed up to the sink to wash up.
Then I held my head high and ignored the unseemly bounce to my jiggling bossoms and bottoms as I strode past Eric in my stillettos and made for my room to change.
I ignored his hungry look and firmed my chin as I went.
Tonight, we were not going to fuck.
Nope, tonight, we were going to talk.
