Kaye
Getting up after a short nap, my headache was gone, and I was in need of some water. I headed down to the kitchen to get myself a bottle from the fridge when I heard footsteps coming from somewhere down the hallway that led to the garage.
Figuring it was David, I had no desire to talk to him just yet. I left the kitchen without getting my drink, heading to the media room instead. I could hide out there. He would never think to look for me there. I didn’t watch television much, so I rarely went in that room.
I felt like I needed some time away from my husband. Maybe a little break would let him see that he’d been acting insane. I didn’t want to end our marriage, but I also didn’t want us to keep living the way we were.
Closing the door behind me as quietly as I could, I went to sit on the overstuffed sofa, and I took out my cell to scroll through Facebook. Liking some of my friends’ pictures, I made a comment on Angela’s picture of two puppies she just got a few days before.
They’re adorable! I should come over and meet them.
She quickly replied to my comment:
You should come over now.
Maybe I should go over. Get this off my chest and give myself some time to think.
Be there soon.
My decision was made. I would go talk to my best friend about things and get her advice.
Angela was married to David’s best friend, Brent. Perhaps I would get his advice, too, if he was around to give it to me.
Getting up, I put my cell on the coffee table and went to use the bathroom that was connected to that room. Looking in the mirror, I wiped away a bit of mascara that had smeared underneath my eye.
My appearance was the same as always. I did have a couple of lines around my mouth that had shown up in the last year. But I didn’t think I looked old or anything. I really couldn’t understand why David would accuse me of seeking men’s attention to prove to myself that I was still attractive.
I didn’t suffer from low self-esteem. No one would ever think such a thing about me. So, why would my husband think such a thing about me?
Is he finding me not as attractive as he once had?
Turning to one side, I ran my hand over my body. My tits were still perky and full. My waist was still small, my hips still round, and my ass still firm. The kids, especially the twins, had put me out of shape for brief periods of time after each pregnancy. But I’d had no permanent weight gain from it.
But maybe David was looking at me in a different light.
With the kids off at boarding school, he and I had fallen into our Dom/Sub relationship deeper than we ever had. Was my performance in that department not up to what he thought it should be?
I didn’t know what to think. All I knew was that my husband thought something that wasn’t true. And as far as I could see, he was making it out like men were falling all over themselves for me, and I was oblivious to it.
Am I?
Biting my lip, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My long, dark hair was in a ponytail, and I pulled the rubber band out to set it free. It fell over my shoulders like a silk curtain.
My green eyes shone back at me, and I saw an attractive woman looking back at me. But I also saw a woman who may have become a little unaware of how men were reacting to her.
I thought back to the doctor and how he had made those little jokes. And I wondered if he had intended to make them to get me to see my husband in a different light.
The driver David had fired had always worn dark sunglasses. I had no idea when he was looking at me and when he wasn’t. His voice was always smooth and deep when he spoke to me.
I had to admit that I had overheard him talking to others, and his tone was a bit different with them.
Was he flirting with me, and I didn’t even realize it?
The truth was that I hadn’t seen the postman looking into any window. But I also hadn’t been sitting there staring at any of the windows to truly know if he was or wasn’t doing what David accused him of.
Was my husband crazy or was he right?
The fact was that David hadn’t been jealous for many years. So why was I accusing him of it now? Why was it happening at all?
All I knew was that I didn’t want to fight with David anymore. We could work things out. Things had just got heated this time. I was embarrassed by his actions, and it made me say things I didn’t mean is all.
We can fix this.
Washing my hands, I dried them and left the bathroom. Looking at the table I’d left my cell on, I noticed that it was no longer there. “David? Are you in here?” I looked around the room that was only dimly lit by the daylight that filtered through the drapes.
I stretched to turn on a light, but I didn’t get two steps in before someone grabbed me. A hand clamped down on my mouth, and then everything went black.