By: worthy stories
It’s been more than a month now since I got married.
Nathan and I haven’t spoken since our wedding day when he handed me those obscene “rules”.
Not that I minded. In the morning, I wake up and prepare breakfast for us,
even though there is an elderly maid, Marie, who is supposed to be the maid and cook.
But I still make breakfast because it makes me feel good and gives me some sense of being married even though neither I nor him acknowledge it.
Sometimes if I’m home early I even cook dinner.
We’ve never had a meal together though. Nathan arrives late at night after I’ve eaten, and if he arrives early, he’s…. preoccupied.
I leave his dinner in the microwave so he can warm it up when he arrives.
If we meet in the hallway, we just ignore each other.
Every night he comes home with a different girl and all night long I can hear their moans and cries.
But come morning there is no trace of these girls in the house.
To be honest, I haven’t seen him with the same girl twice.
One night is strictly one night I guess. From where he gets all these girls every night is seriously beyond me.
Sometimes when I can’t take it, I spend the night in my penthouse in upstate NYC.
And true to his word he never bothers about my whereabouts.
I came home late and exhausted tonight. There was a lot of work and I even had a hearing in court, and even though I won, it was tedious with all the arguing that went on.
I was physically and mentally exhausted. All I wanted now was a good night’s sleep.
It was around 11:30 but Nathan wasn’t home yet.
I ate the dinner Marie had prepared, showered, changed and by 1:30 I was in bed.
But my prayers for a good sound sleep were not answered.
At 2:00 I heard the front door close, which meant Nathan was home.
A few minutes later I could hear him come upstairs and by the sound of the footsteps, I could tell he had company.
I was listening to them make-out outside my door.
Our bedrooms were adjacent, next to each other.
It was a king/queen room, like typical of the olden times when the king and queen had different chambers.
Hmm… like game of thrones. Then he’d be king Robert and I’d be queen Cersei.
Ew no, no I wasn’t Cersei. I’d never do my own brother.
Yuck. But Nathan could easily be Robert, what with all his partying, drinking and not to mention whoring.
So due to our rooms being next to each other, I could hear all that was going on, and the bimbo he was with today wasn’t exactly the quite type.
Her screams were deafening, and I’m not even exaggerating.
After tossing and turning I still couldn’t fall asleep.
I was really tired and couldn’t sleep because of my jerk of a husband.
So I got up and grabbed my phone.
A mischevious grin made its way to my face. I connected my phone to the Bluetooth sound system of the mansion and put gospel music on full blast.
They really need God to purify their souls. Maybe he can make them see the light.
I even chanted the exorcism lines like they did in horror movies, to drive all the evil away from the other room.
The moans stopped. Looks like my plan worked.
See, God always wins over evil. I was about to turn the music down and go to bed, when a large bang sounded on my door.
Oh-oh. I put off the music and got out of bed, grabbing a robe, I opened the door.
There stood my husband, looking really really pissed.
If this was a animated cartoon, there might have been smoke coming out of his ears.
He stood there, wearing nothing but his boxers and I could tell they were pulled on in a hurry.
My eyes trailed over his body, his hard abs and muscles.
But I stopped myself from checking him out and looked at his face,
only to find him… checking me out?
I looked down and….oh shit!!
I was wearing a red satin nightgown, that reached upto my mid thigh, and had lace on top, with spaghetti straps.
I usually never wear these things at home. I only wear them when I’m out for business trips and living in hotels.
In the closed confines of my room, I prefer pyjamas and baggy t-shirts.
But today as I was really tired, I just grabbed the first thing that came to my hand, not really aware what I was putting on.
Nathan was still pretty much eye-raping me and his gaze on me was making me uncomfortable.
But I’d never let it show. I snapped my fingers in front of him to get his attention.
“Hello?” I said in an annoyed tone.
He snapped out and then returned to his angry self.
“What’s with the music”
“Just felt like it” I replied giving him a smug look.
“Felt like it?” he roared, looking at me in disbelief. “It’s 3:00 in the night for god’s sake!”
“Oh, so you do know the time. I was thinking you didn’t.”
“Whatever’s that supposed to mean” well he seems annoyed now, but still doesn’t compare to my anger.
“I’m trying to sleep here and you’re screams are making it difficult.
I couldn’t sleep, so I started praying for your soul.
You really do need Jesus.” I told him innocently. But he was only getting more agitated.
“This is my house and I will do as I please! I will scream and fuck as loudly as I like!”
I gave him the smile I give my opponent when I’ve got them. Because I pretty much got him here.
“So sorry” I told him in a calm voice. “I’ll get my things and move out tomorrow.
But you better have a good explanation for your family, when they ask why.”
His face dropped. See, I know I have him. But in reality, I really wanted out.
Living here was not really pleasant. But if I moved,
then all the unnecessary questions would come, which I wouldn’t be able to answer.
“We’ll try to be quite.” He told me and turned to leave, but not without checking me out again.
I had to roll my eyes at his behaviour.
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