By the next day, I had made up my mind on what to do. I took a fresh shower, washed my hair and put on a particular lingerie he’d complimented once. I covered myself in a robe and waited for him. I was not sure if he was going to come home or not, and I was not going to call his office phone to find out. But I made up my mind that if he didn’t get home by nightfall, I’d go to his office with hopes to find him there.
I was feeling unusually nervous, so I picked up a book and started to flip through it. Seconds turned to minutes, minutes to hours, and frustration started to kick in. I lost the courage I had mustered and put the book away. There was no point, maybe I should just give up this ridiculous act. I’d just started to untie my robe when I started to feel his presence. Shortly after, I heard the front door open and my heart pounded loudly in my chest.
I tightened the robe around me when he entered. As usual, he didn’t spare me a glance or acknowledge my presence in the room. He w
