"So, guess what?" Angelo asked me over the phone.
I twirled my hair like a teenager, while laying on my bed with the TV blaring in the background, "What is it?"
"My sister is actually going to make it into town for Thanksgiving."
I sat up immediately. His sister wasn't supposed to be here until the middle of December. I had about one month to mentally prepare to meet his entire family. Now, he was giving me a week and half's notice, "Are you saying I'm going to meet your parents then?"
"You sure are," I could hear him beaming.
"Oh, cool!"
"You're such a terrible liar."
"Takes one to know one," I retorted.
He paused, seemingly shuffling through stuff, "I'm gonna hit the gym, I'll talk to you later."
I mustered up all my courage, "Ang, wait."
"What's up?" I could tell he was distracted, so I knew I was gonna throw him off.
"I got a job."
"You did what?" He sounded genuinely shocked.
"Yes. I'm sorry I should've told you I was applying, but I knew you would give me a hard time about it." I bit my nails nervously, waiting for his reaction.
"If that's what makes you happy, then I'm all for it, but if it's about money..." He paused and I knew what he was implying.
"I love it that you love taking care of me, and if that's truly what you want then I am ok with it, but I can't just sit at home all day every day. I need to be busy or else I'm going to lose my mind." I admitted. I learned to accept the fact that money was no object to DeAngelo and it was fulfilling to him to support my family and me. I eventually got used to the idea of it, knowing I would have to give in sooner or later. After we were married, this would be my life. Not to mention the fact that I didn't have a job because of him.
"All I ask is that it is a good, clean job in a safe area."
"It's a salon receptionist job just down the street from me. On Napier and Violet St."
"Receptionist?"
I bit my lip, "Yes..."
"I don't think you need to work under people and be their lapdog."
"I won't be anyone's lapdog, Ang. I will answer phones, book appointments and check people out."
"If this is really what you want." I could sense the hesitancy in his voice.
"I want to work, DeAngelo." I made sure I used a tone of finality with him. If he sensed me falter a little, he knew he was capable of convincing me not to do it.
"We'll talk about it some more tomorrow."
"Are you coming over?" I asked a little confused. He made a routine of coming over on his off days, which were Thursdays, Saturdays and Sundays. Tomorrow was a Wednesday.
"Oh yeah, I wanted to take you shopping."
"For what?"
I could nearly hear the sound of his eyes rolling, "I can't just take you shopping?"
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Her Safety
RomanceAngelina was used to working long, hard hours to support her large family since her father had passed away and her mother fell ill. It wasn't until Angelina caught the eye of a man of wealth and the elite. A powerful, handsome, possessive man...