Mrs. Changretta

A Bad Day

It had been a long day. A very long day indeed. You had a feeling that it was going to be 'one of those days' this morning when a lukewarm cup of tea spilt all over your white jumper, not minutes before you had to leave and be out of the hotel. Luca had business to deal with, he had men scheduled to arrive shortly and there was simply no time to change. You, yourself had a meeting with Luca's accountant on his behalf and you didn't want to arrive late and keep him waiting. It was the first time Luca had somewhat involved you in his work, and although it was just the small task of dropping off some paperwork, you were very eager to please. You wanted to make a good impression and show Luca that you were capable of being useful to him, so you grabbed your coat, zipping it up to poorly cover the stain, and dashed out of the door.

As it progressed, the day was littered with similar clichéd annoyances. A ladder in your stockings. An impromptu downpour of rain when you were without your umbrella. A small blister from your new shoes rubbing against the back of your ankle. By the time you had finished your meeting, you were done with the day. Mentally exhausted. You were ready for home.

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You stopped outside the hotel door for a few seconds as you lined up the key to the lock, and you breathed. Deeply, and with relief, as though you were exhaling the day away before your entered the suite. You finally pushed the handle and swung open the door as you strolled in. And there he was. Standing above his desk with a cluster of papers in his hand. There he was. Your husband. He turned his face to meet yours and you saw his expression instantly soften at your presence, cocking half a smile.

"Hello, my darling".

Without breaking eye contact, he placed his paperwork down and motioned for you to go towards him. You flung the door closed, threw down your bag to the floor and ran to him. Straight into his arms, pushing your face into his neck. Half kissing him, half breathing him in. Smelling his cologne, tasting his skin. His body fell into its natural position when you hugged him, arms wrapped around you, tight. His large hands cupping your head. His thumb pressed gently at the side of your face. He kissed the side of your head so softly and just like that, the day melted away. He always made it all better. Being in his arms always made everything feel all right.

"Long day? Eh?" He asked whilst slowing rubbing the back of your head. You nodded a silent reply, still with your face buried into the side of his neck. "Yeah, me too baby girl. Me too."

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After dinner, Luca had run you bath. An abundance of bubbles and the lights dimmed low, just how you liked it. After you got out and put on your robe, you walked out to the living area to find him. He was sat on the sofa with a whiskey in his hand and the wood fire glowing. He was still in his suit, minus the jacket and tie, with his top button undone. He looked like he always did at the end of the day... Tired yet relaxed. And handsome. So very, very handsome.

"Hey, there's my girl... Come, sit next to me." He patted the seat of the sofa at the side of him.

You walked over and instead of sitting next to him, you did what you always did and you climbed right into his lap and snuggled up on him.

"I said 'next to me'... Not on my knee" he said in a mock serious voice, as he placed his glass down on the side table.

"I know, but, well... This is the best seat in the house." You purred, feigning innocence.

He smiled. "Oh, it is, is it? Best seat in the house?" He pulled your face up to meet his and kissed your mouth hard. Holding the back of your head firmly, stopping you from pulling away from him. Then you could feel his hands all over you, groping you and pushing you into him. You could taste the smoky whisky on his lips and smell the faint aroma of his aftershave. He stopped suddenly, without warning and stared wickedly at you. A dark smile spread across his face. Still holding your face in his hands, he pulled your mouth so close to his own, that it felt like he spoke the next sentence right inside you. "Oh, I like that... I like that a lot."