The Anonymous Caller

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Veronica

The ride home was a long and silent one. Although we weren't talking it was like I could hear Ronald's thoughts clearly. He was fuming. By the time we got to the house I couldn't get out the car fast enough.

A part of me was relieved that Ronald finally found out about my dilemma.. half of it anyway. We got in the house and he didn't hold the door for me like he usually did. I was getting tired of his little temper tantrum. Sex is always the answer in times like this, and he'll never turn me down.

"Ronald.. Baby come on. It's really not this serious" My tone was low and seductive. He didn't say anything. He just watched as I draped my coat over the rack. I took long strides in his direction turning my sexy on 100. His jaws flexed as I placed my hands on his chest.

"I think I know what'll help us to forget about this little hiccup" A small smirk appeared while his face stayed the same. Pissed. I pressed myself against him as I lifted my thigh up on his hip. It was almost like my actions were making him even more upset.

"You think sex is just going to fix this shit??" He snatched away from me causing me to stumble. I fixed my dress and flipped my hair over my shoulder in embarrassment

"You don't understand this do you??" He stopped his pacing and stared at me. It was like he had an epiphany.

"What did you do?" He put a hand on his hip with the other gripped his chin. I really didn't understand his question so I didn't answer. In doing that he walked closer to me. I was standing there like a statue.

"What did you do?!! Why are you being blackmailed??" He barked

My thoughts scattered. I couldn't come up with anything convincing fast enough. I sounded like a preschooler reading something for the first time. The look Ronald gave me was indescribable. He walked away mumbling something. I heard the basement door slam then I realized I was standing there. Still in shock from... everything.

He wouldn't be coming out the basement any time soon and my nerves were shot. I made my way into our rather large kitchen. I opened our oakwood liquor cabinet and grabbed the first thing I saw. A half empty bottle of cognac. My bottle and I headed upstairs straight to the bathroom. I ran myself a tub of hot water and popped open my bottle. I took a huge swig and grabbed my sandalwood bubble bath. This was long overdue. I stopped pouring that and put some bath salts in my water. It didn't take long for me to strip put of my clothes. That had become as easy as 123. I shut the bathroom door, dimmed the lights and grabbed my bottle.

I hissed slightly at the hot water but as soon as I was fully submerged it felt good. This is what I needed.. quiet.

Only thing I remembered was dropping the bottle on the side of the tub.