Meant To Be

Chapter 7:

When Jughead dropped us off back home, I felt a bit anxious. To be left alone with her was stressfull...what to say or what to do?. Fighting with her would really not fix anything but sometimes she can be so annoying that all I want to do is run away from her.

She was distant, maybe hurt...could it be due to the fact that I ignore her after last night?... I would love to remember everything that happend. The smell of her neck...the warmth of her body, her sexy curves as I made her mine. Was I turning into Hiram Lodge?, cold and miserable?. I gave my word to respect her...to treat her rigth...and so far I was doing a very bad job at it.

" Before you head upstairs...can I speak to you?"

She didn't argue, she just followed me into my office. Her eyes wondering around the entire room.

" have a seat"

" No thanks, im fine"

She crossed her arms and I resisted the urge to comment back something nasty or sarcastic.

" The day of the wedding,...we received a very...generous gift from the council."

" what kind of gift?"

" money, fifty thousand dollars to be exact."

" wow...that's a lot"

" it is...that's why I rather Jughead deposits it in the Factory's account, divide it and give the employees a bonus"

She stood quiet for a second...analyzing the situation.

" that...that sounds good"

" good...so I'll call him tomorrow and give him the go ahead"

"Anything else?"

There was so much I wanted to say to her yet all words were trapped inside my head. She stumbled a little as I approched her. I do not know how did I found the courage to grab her hand...but I did, and it was soft...warm.

" listen...about last night...I am sorry I acted the way I did, but I want you to know that...at least to me, it was everything I expected it to be. You were amazing"

I didn't remember anything from last night. But sometimes a mans gotta do what a mans gotta do to make his wife happy. And I could see the hint of maybe happines in her eyes. My father always told me that a woman needs to be treated like a flower, gentle.

I kissed her hand once, and then without wanting to, I stepped away from her, sitting on the chair behind my desk.

" Tomorrow I have some business to attend at the factory...I won't be back until late"

" I have a meeting at the Lodge Foundation..So ill..."

" A what?"

" A meeting...at my job, were I work!".

" Veronica...I...I told you you didn't have to work...come on"

" And we agreed...that I was not gonna quit.I told you this before we got married, it was one of my conditions."

Since I've known how to reason, my father always thought me that a man takes care of his woman, sure you make them think they have a say in things, but non the less they are always supposed to obey what their husbands say...thats the way it was done im my family, my mother never worked a day in her life, and that's the way the council always says is supposed to be.

But Veronica was different. Her father raised her to be perhaps smarter than men. She was beautiful and like she has said before, she is too independent. Forcing her to forget about her job was the wrong thing to do.