"I do." I say, just before my lips touch Derricks. I was young, only 23, and careless. I thought that Derrick was The One. I never knew that those two words would be a gigantic mistake.
—Present Day, April 23rd, 2018–
"Derrick! Are you ready?" I call up the steps.
"Ready for what?" He asks,tromping down the stairs.
"It's our date night! I told you about it yesterday!"
I shout.
"Oh. I'll go shower." He seems disappointed. What the hell?
"Be quick! We gotta leave in 30 minutes!" Derrick lumbers back up the stairs.
"Stop being a nag!" He shouts back. I roll my eyes. This how our fights usually go down. I'm a nag, he's not home enough, etc,etc.
"Whatever!" I shout back, but I hear the water running already. He can't hear me.
I touch up my makeup with Derrick showers. While I'm applying blush, my phone goes off like a banshee. I check the caller ID, and ugh. It's my boss, or as me and my co-worker Alä, call him, The Creeper.
"Hello, Mr. Rossi."
"Same to you, Lucy."
"Call me Ms.Mayfield."
"Now, now, Lucy. I am your boss."
"I know, sir. Why did you call? Is there an issue with the Crossback lawsuit?" Get to the fucking point. I hate it when he does this.
"No, no. I just wanted to ask you a question." Now he's trying to be seductive. I've told him time and time again that I'm married. He never listens.
"What is it, Mr. Rossi?" I need to get off the phone. I hear my husband coming down the steps.
"What are you wearing?" Oh, shit. I gotta get off the phone.
"I need to go. I have a date-night with my husband."
I hang up quickly.
Now, off to our date.
I wonder how it'll go.
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Bittersweet Love
ChickLitLucy has been unhappily married for half-a-decade. Her husband, Derrick, is distant and cold, and is almost certainly having sex with another woman. He spends weekends "working", and is never home. Even worse, Lucy starts to develop romantic feeling...
