It was late; 10 o'clock, almost 11. I took the elevator to our fifth floor apartment. Our apartment.. I wasn't sure what to expect when I came home to my husband, Matthew. I've been out late like this many times before. Tonight though, we had some fun plans for our fourth anniversary.
The elevator rang and opened to the fifth floor. I stepped out of the doors with all my shopping bags. I walked down the narrow hall to 506, our apartment. I was somewhat worried on what I would walk into. I knew I hadn't much to worry for. I waddled to the door and accidentally dropped my shopping bags while looking for the door key in my purse. Assorted trinkets, lipsticks and shoe boxes littered the floor hallway in front of 506. I jammed my key into the deadbolt and unlocked it. I picked up my assortments stuffing them into random bags. I opened the door knob with my elbow and dropped my bags in the tight entry way.
I looked up and got butterflies in my stomach when I saw the living space. The entire living room and balcony were covered in candles, dimly lighting the areas. Every surface was lightly dusted in real rose pedals. On the balcony there was even an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne next to the chairs. As I walked into the room I noticed the path of pedals leading to the shut master bedroom door. There was a USB drive on the coffee table labeled 'Memories'.
Something didn't feel right. My heart sank when I realized that I wasn't supposed to walk into an empty room. I was supposed to walk in hours ago with him sitting on the sofa. I was pulling out my phone and calling Matthew when I heard a rustle down the hallway. I didn't know what I was going to see, what to expect or even what emotions I should be feeling. I crept my way down the hallway. I slowly turn the door knob and then swing open the door. My brain could barely process what I saw. I had seen it many times before; but now it was different.
The entire apartment complex woke up to Matthew's screech of surprise and my scream of horror.
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Forever Play Boy
RomanceEver since High School Matthew was a play-boy. We made an agreement I never thought I would be able to live with in order to satisfy Matthew's desires. Will it backfire? Will our marriage survive? Will they last forever like the priest said?
