"Niko, you're back!" I run to Niko and throw my arms around him. As I bury my face in his chest, I realize my heart is beating so fast. I breath in his masculine scent, a moment passes then another, just as I'm about to pull away, his arm comes around me. One palm cradles my head to his chest the other wraps around my back. I feel him exhale in my hair. Apparently, a part of me was a little worried about his wellbeing. It's not like I missed his presence around the house. I had just been concerned about his safety. In these past few days, I learned he must have lost of enemies and a target on his back. Back in Chicago I remember going with mother to visit some aunties from time to time who lost their husbands. There was a lot of crying and wailing sometimes screaming and cursing. The sight was never pleasant. I was a child back then so I never got any details. I just knew that my young and healthy uncles were fine on day and gone through next. Now I know they
I flip the levers, adjusting the temperature of the water. Then I pour scented oils and bath salts into the large tub as I wait for it to fill. I can almost hear my mother's voice at the back of my head sayingLola, a lady tends to her husband's bath.
For the first time, The full force of his glare is on me, and he is not very happy with my little comment. His grip tightens, but not painfully, more like he wanted my attention even though he already had it. He always had my attention.
I woke up before my alarm clock went off. 7:55 am to be exact. I untangle my limbs from Niko who is still deeply asleep. He and I talked late into the night sharing a bottle of wine on the couch, when we finally retired to bed, we didn't get right to sleeping.
I spend the next twenty-five minutes after my shower moisturizing my skin and drying my hair.A minute later I place down the straightener. God my shoulders hurt from holding my arms over my head for a long time. My hair falls in a straight waterfall down my back.It's times like this that I love my hair. Even after straightening every single last curl and wave my hair still looks full and thick. For my make up, I apply a thin coat of light foundation then fill in my eyebrows and line my eyes. I moisten my lips but decided to wait before applying any lipstick or eyeshadow until I've chosen a dress. I'm in my bathrobe when I step out a moment later. Surprisingly my room isn't half as messy as I thought it would be in.About a dozen dresses are laying on the bed, some coats are laying on the couch which used to be at
"You look so good doing it. Really! Who thought you how to drive?" I asked excitedly. Running my fingers over the dashboard of the car. I still couldn't get over the fact that Gianna had a car and she's allowed to drive it places. I still can't believe she even knows how to drive.
Smiling into my glass I take another sip of wine. This is good wi- "Lola!" I jerked at the sound of my name. My mother-in-law practically runs toward me, I grimaced at her six-inch heels silently praying she doesn't fall and break her neck.
In the bathroom Eva proceeded to powder her nose and reapply her lipstick. Making kissing faces at herself in the mirror, very different from the woman I saw only moments ago. "What was that all about?" I asked. Eva looks at me in the mirror, no longer distracted with her image "That my dear daughter in-law is called taking out your opponent before they even have the chance to strike at you" At my clueless look, she continued. "That girl is two years your senior and the best friend of Eliza. Yes, that Eliza. An exact replica of her mother bitter with her sharp tongue. She and her little friends have gotten it in their head that you stole Niko from their friend. I've being watching her all day and was just waiting for her to pull one on you. She was clearly trying to make you look foolish and like a bad wife! Anyone with working eyes will know that you've never cooked a day in your life. They will use your weakness as ammunition against you so before they strike