The Forgotten Wife

7. A Sexy Secretary?

Aiden

She kissed me.

The feeling of her soft lips pressed against mine was electric. I wish I hadn't been too stunned to respond. I didn't get a chance to part her lips and show her what a real goodbye kiss should be like, to push her against the nearest wall and claim her mouth until she decides to stay.

Perhaps it won't be so bad with her as my wife, especially if I can get her to loosen up and into my bed.

I adjust myself as my jeans start to feel uncomfortably tight. I gab the handle of my gym bag and wander into the main living space of the apartment.

I bought this apartment years ago straight from a developer that I'd done business with before. He let me get in at the ground level and combined the two top level penthouses into one large one that takes up the entire floor.

It was the view that convinced me to splurge on the apartment, I can see from the harbour bridge to the port on the north side and across the city skyscrapers on the south side. It's spectacular at night with thousands of lights twinkling up at me while I watch over them, almost like the stars of the night sky are reflected by the city.

I step around the corner of the entrance hall and into the main living area and stop dead. Where the fuck is all my stuff?

My pool table, the wet bar, sport memorabilia, all my stuff is gone. Instead it's replaced with hundreds of beige cushions and pastels and natural woods and pot plants. It looks like something out of one of those home décor magazines for chicks.

At least I still have my flat screen, I concede looking for anything else familiar in the room. Nope, nothing, even the walls are a different colour, it looks like a warm beige. What is with girls and beige? What's wrong with the nice strong charcoal it was before?

Having a wife sucks, and not in the fun way.

Apprehensively, I decide to explore deeper into my home to see what other differences have been made over the last two years. The hallway is lined with artfully arranged groups of photographs framed in matte gold. Each group seems to represent specific events, the first grouping are from my wedding and the second what I assume is our honeymoon.

She looks radiant and we both seem blissfully happy. The wedding ceremony is outside in surrounded by trees and flowers and the guests are on natural cut long wooden benches. There is a photo of me standing up the front looking pleased as punch while Mel walks down the aisle.

It's really starting to sink in that I was a willing participant in this union. I walk further down the hall noting all the vacations we've taken so far until I can to a bare hook. It looks like someone tried to pull it out but they did a crappy job, they've bent it so much that it's not likely to ever come out. I wonder what was displayed here before it was practically ripped off the wall.

I push open the first door and find my home office which thankfully seems almost the same as is the main bathroom. The guestrooms have had a small revamp so they reflect the style of the living room.

The media room has been completely changed around and merged with a room next door to give it more space for all the additional furniture. Most of my things that were taken out of the main living area have been moved here, it's more like a man cave complete with everything I'd need for a boy's night. I even notice a poker table tucked into a corner.

Okay, so maybe having a wife won't be so bad.

I finally reach the master suite on the opposite corner and turn the handle. I let out a relieve sigh when I find this room hasn't had the same makeover that the rest of the apartment seems to have had.