The CEO's Wife

Chapter 14

The New Normal

Melody Young

After the wedding I expected everything to go back to normal, but after the honeymoon, which was nothing more than a week- long nap at a beach house in Florida, everything kind of changed. I just wanted to fall back into the shadows as an insignificant part of the company, but that didn't happen. I was dragged out to company dinner and forced to sit through meeting that I honestly didn't need to attend. I had no say in any of this stuff. He had me come along for looks and because I was his 'wife' I didn't have a choice.

That's where I was now; sitting next to Kirsnick with my fingers laced through his on top of the table. Kirsnick was occupied by a conversation with the older men sitting across from us.

"You look bored," I turned and looked over at the person beside me. I'd seen her before; a tall athletic built woman with long dark hair and the prettiest natural smile I had ever seen on a person.

"Angel," she said holding her hand out to me.

I shook her hand with the one that wasn't tangled up in Kirsnick's fingers. She started telling me about herself and how she came to work at the company. I was so busy talking to her that I hadn't noticed that we'd talked through the rest of the meeting. I looked over and he was waiting for me to finish talking.

"Hey angel," he said to her.

"What's up nephew," she said with a smile.

He shook his head. "Don't call me that."

"Aww come on." she laughed.

This is Quavo's fiancé. I'd always hear them talk about her but even after I started working for nick, I had never seen her. We talked for a few minutes before we said our final goodbyes and left to go home for the night.

"The two of you should be friends," he said as we walked out into the parking lot. "Like real friends not fake friends, because you know you don't have any."

"i would argue with you, but it's true I don't have friends." I said. He laughed and climbed into the car. Once we got into the car, he started removing his neck tie. He does this every day when we get into the car. He takes his tie off and undoes the top couple of buttons on his shirt. We would take the short ride home and he made his way over to his spot on the sofa and sat down to watch tv.

I never paid much attention to it before because he does it every day. He walks into the house, kicks off his shoes, and pulls his hair out of the bundle that he kept it in while he was at work. He would flop down on the sofa and play on his phone or watch tv; and when he does this he's almost always chewing down on his bottom lip. He has a bunch of little habits like this and it's through paying attention to these little ticks gives me an idea of what kind of mood he's in.

"Why you looking at me like that?" he asked. I didn't even realize that I was staring until he asked me what I was looking at.

I shook my head. "Nothing,"

He kept his eyes on me for a second before turning his gaze to the tv in front of him. "You do that a lot," he said without looking at me.

"What?" I asked him.

"Stare," he looked at me again and smiled. "i just figured that you liked what you saw."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Yeah, right."

I pulled my feet onto the sofa and looked at the tv but before I could get comfortable there was a knock on the door. It was the kind of loud and demanding knock that happens when the police are on the other side waiting to get in.

Kirsnick looked at me and I could see that annoyance on his face before he even got up to answer the door. I sat and watched the as he stomped over to the front door and looked through the peephole. "Who is it!" he yelled through the door. Whoever was on the other side just knocked again.

"Who is it!" he said again but this time louder. After no getting an answer for the second time he opened the door. I really hope it isn't the cops. I don't know why the cops would be here, but for people like us having the cops show up at our house can never be a good thing.

"Is Melly here?" I heard someone say.

I recognized the voice immediately. I got up from the sofa and went over to the hallway but before I could get there, I saw the man on the other side of the door try to step through. Kirsnick put his hand on the man's chest and pushed him back through the door.

"Aye, don't touch me!" shouted the man on the other side. He smacked his hand away, then I saw a push, and then another push, and then kirsnick stepped all the way through the front door.

"Get the fuck away from my house before you get, your ass whooped." kirsnick warned.

"Oh god," I said to myself. Before I could get down the hallway to the front door they were fighting. "Stop!"

Of course, they didn't listen to me. They just kept on fighting. Most of the staff that worked for us were older women and they could do anything to stop the brawl that was unfolding in the front yard. They were just standing around watching. I ran over and tried to get myself in between the two of them, but that didn't work. They were rolling around on the ground now; I grabbed the back of Kirsnick's shirt and tried to pull him p off the ground but because it was a button up dress shirt all of the buttons popped and I ended up halfway pulling it off him.

I turned and ran around to the side of the house and grabbed the water hose. I turned it on and dragged it back to the front yard. They were still struggling with each over and no punches were being thrown. They were just wrestling with each other so I decided that I would give them one more warning. "Both of you stop it now!"

They didn't listen, so I just started spraying then with the water hose. That finally worked. They let go of each other and kirsnick stood up from the ground. "Melody, what the fuck!?"

"I told you stop!" I sprayed at his feet and he back up some more. "you're gonna hurt him."

"a fucking homeless man just tried to break into our house, and you worried about me hurting him?" he asked me.

"he's not a homeless man," I said.

"You said that like you know him," he shot back.

"I do," I replied.

"What?"

I turned around to the man that was the focus of the whole fight. I held my hand out to him and helped him up from the ground. I hadn't seen him in years but that voice was the same voice that I remember on those night when he would wait until he thought that I was sleeping. Sometimes he would come and tell me goodbye before he left and sometimes, he would just sneak out. I remember the last time I saw him; he ate dinner and got ready for bed just like any other night. Sometime in the middle of the night he got up to leave, but I wasn't asleep.

I'd stayed up because I caught him packing a page earlier in the evening and I knew he was going to leave. That night I wasn't the only one who stayed awake. I was about to walk out of my room when I heard my grandmother's voice.

'How many times you gonna do this? She already lost her mother; you think that she needs you doing this shit to get it her.'

They moved down the stairs and I couldn't hear their conversation but I could hear them arguing. Even though they argued he still left, and that was the last time I saw him.

I hadn't seen him in years but he was still the same old man I remember, just with a few more wrinkles.

"Melody, who is that?" Kirsnick asked me.

I sighed. "My dad,"