Rocky grounds.

I got back home in the morning with a hangover. The girl from the previous night was actually really good in bed. We had a lot of fun and then drunk and that was why the hangover was killing me. 

The only reason I came home was because I had to show my wife that I was really at work. I parked at home hoping that she was out with friends at the gym or something so that it could give me time to sneak in and get some clothes before leaving and not have to deal with her tantrums and complaints but I was wrong, I was so wrong.

As soon as I got in, she was standing right there waiting with her hands wrapped around her waist line and anger pouring out over her facial expression. 

“What?” I asked as I began to walk into the house. She stood in my way.

“You mean you are going to be out all night in God knows where, and the only thing you can say is what?  You have to be crazy. “She said.

“What the hell is wrong with you Samantha? I just told you last night that I was working on a project for work and I wanted to turn it over soon . “ I excused myself again.

“You liar, you filthy liar. I called Andy and he told me you left early to go and celebrate at home with me. So tell me that lie again, I dare you. “She said to me.

“I had to tell him that. “ I said.

“What do you mean?”  she asked.

“I had to lie to him so that I could let him let me go. I wasn’t going to work on the project at work. If I remember correctly , I never said I was going to work in the office or did I? “ I explained.

She stood there quiet.

“Then why are you smelling like alcohol?” she asked after sniffing the vodka out of my breath.

“what ? So a guy can’t drink no more? I just won an award and you don’t even want me to drink to it. Damn what is up with you today. “ I said and began to walk off from her.

I felt a little bit of guilt for lying all that much to her but I knew and she most probably also knew how we both felt about each other by that time. We didn’t find love in each other’s eyes anymore let alone went to spend time with each other, at least I knew that.

I walked up the stairs of my house and into the bedroom. I actually lived in a very expensive house. Let’s just say that the job came with a lot of financial perks. I got up into the master bedroom and began to take off my shirt. I couldn’t help but remember the scent of the girl as she took off my shirt and the gratification I felt by fulfilling my temptation and desire to have her. 

I took off my shirt and admired myself in the mirror. My body posture, height, dark skin, brown eyes and muscles filled body was a site to behold. I felt good about myself for achieving all of my dreams. 

Suddenly a thought in my head popped up asking me to let my wife go if I didn’t love her anymore and let her find love somewhere else. I couldn’t bring myself to do so if it could hurt me in future in terms of my image. 

I didn’t even notice my wife was standing by the door watching me admire myself.

“You know you always wanted me to be there when you admired yourself at the mirror so you could brag about how sexier you were becoming for me and it always was a turn on for me.”she said.

I turned around and looked at her. I noticed bags under her eyes showing she had not had any sleep definitely. She also looked like she had been crying.

“please enough. “ I said just to avoid the real conversation.

She came and stood in front of me.

“Am I not sexy enough for you anymore. Am I not what you want anymore? Is this not what you always wanted? Tell me. “ she said.

Then I felt horrible about it and the voice telling me to leave her became even louder. The problem was, I wasn’t sure if it was the right thing, judging by how she looked like. It was almost evident she wasn’t going to take it well.

“Nope. I told you you are my wife. I love you. You are sexier than ever. Yes right now you look like a zombie and that is because you didn’t have any sleep, “ I made her smile with that one, “ but you are still sexy not only to me but to many other men. Don’t doubt it. “

She looked at me and then hugged me tightly. I wasn’t sure I could handle all that anymore. She hugged me so tight I actually felt her need to never let go. I felt like she was really afraid of losing me but I didn’t deserve so much love. I was a bastard but I brushed it off. What you don’t know won’t hurt you. I was convinced that all this infidelity was just a phase and it would end and I would go back to my wife. Only thing was, was I willing to make her suffer until I figured it out?

“ you wanna take a bath together? “ I asked her