The Secret Life of Mrs. de Silva

Chapter 3 - Secrets

"Don't ever be afraid
   your secrets
    are safe with me.

As your every aspect
always has been
   and always will be.

Be it your good, your bad,
your shallow,
   or your deep...

Your secrets
are all I have left now
  to keep."

-Ranata Suzuki

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Jude's POV
"Take off your clothes." She very well be kidding me. But of course she isn't. In fact, she's standing in front guarding the door with her  rather lit figure. I towered over her. Her head doesn't even reach my shoulder. I could easily lift her on my shoulder and effortlessly pass the damn door but I dare not. Silver and Gold are beside her. Her two Alaskan huskies. Their piercing gazes are zeroed on me ready to pounce anytime if their master told them to.

Just this morning their wagging their pretty tails at me asking for food, which I obediently gave them. But look at them now acting as if I'm their most hated enemy. You traitors!

I've witnessed this same incident once and it was pretty hilarious. One of the male servants accidentally fell in the wishing fountain while religiously cleaning the Greek nude statue. Of course he was obviously soaked and dripping from head to toe. But my witch of a wife did not permit him to enter the house to get change  unless he takes his clothes off.

To my surprise, he just obeyed her without question like it's a normal thing to do as taking off slippers before entering the house. Apparently, I just discovered the simple reason why and I could hardly believed it.

She doesn't want any type of liquid on her floor especially near the front door. As simple as that. She has that kind of OCD. The weirdest to simply put it. Ah what will I do with this weird wife of mine!

She makes me feel so many emotions all in one go. She makes me feel frustrated, amused, angry, happy, awe. She makes me want to strangle her sometimes or kiss her instead to avoid those sharp retorts coming out of those sinful red lips.

It's not my fault that I'm dripping wet. It's because of the damn weather. But my hardheaded wife will not understand that nor she will let it pass. So what choice do I have?

I take off my tie slowly not breaking our eye contact. She's staring at me boldly with that straight face of hers.

"Baby, if you want me stripping in front of you, all you have to do is ask. I will very much happy to oblige." I said to lighten the mood because damn this is turning me on.

She's not amused. "You very well be make it fast if you don't want to sleep outside."

That's not a threat. She means business. She will really lock the door and leave her pathetic husband outside. She's rather cold today. I don't know what happened. And her eyes are not spitting fire. Her beautiful eyes are sad. I wonder what happened when I was not around.

I take all my clothes off except my boxer. Even if I'm confident with my body. I can't just walk nude in front of her. Thank god all the staff left for the evening. I find this scene hilarious when it's not directed to me, but when I'm the one who's involved, it's entirely different matter. Especially when I have this thing tenting in front of my boxer unashamed of being noticed.

And she noticed alright. She's blushing furiously. Her chinita eyes are round now unable to blink. She turned around rather fast and she almost tripped on her own feet. And then she's gone as fast as tornado to get away. And the two big huskies follow suit.