The drive back to our house felt like the longest of my life. Richard had been a brooding pain in the house ever since I brought up the conversation of us being more. The house though not as big as the Nuro mansion lood ahead, cold and imposing.
I wasn't sure what my plan was going to be, but one thing was certain: I was going to break the icy barrier between us. I wasn't going to live the next year of my life feeling like a ghost.
When I arrived, I found him in his study, with the faint sll of whiskey in the air. I closed the door behind firmly but he barely glanced up.
"What do you want, Nita?" he asked, leaning back in his chair.
"I want you to stop treating like I don't exist," I said, stepping closer.
His jaw tightened, "We had an arrangent. To stay out of each others' way. We might have forgotten that for a while back there but nothing has changed."
"But it has, Richard," I said, "We're not just two strangers playing house anymore. I consider you to be a good friend and yet you treat like I am just furniture, Look at , Richard. I'm here and I miss our conversations even though we spend half the ti bickering."
"You don't understand, Nita."
"Then make understand," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
There was a pregnant silence like we both had sothing to say but didn't know how to say it. I wasn't sure what my end ga was going to be or even if it would work but I had to try. I moved over to his chair, leaned down, and kissed him.
At first, he didn't respond, his body tense but in the blink of an eye, he grabbed my waist and sat down on his lap, deepening the kiss. He kissed with a desperation that stole my breath. When we both needed so hair, it took him a few seconds to attack my neck. Instinctively, I threw my head back to give him more access. His hand touched everywhere all at once. I turned to mush in his arms. At so point, my dress slipped down my shoulder, and my exposed flesh invited him in. I gasped as his lips went lower but it seed like he thought I was unsure and just like he had begun. He stopped,
"I knew this wasn't a good idea," he said, his voice hoarse as he maneuvered away from the chair.
"Richard..." I called, my breathing ragged and my face flushed.
He didn't answer. Instead, he grabbed his jacket from the chair and left the room without a word.
*****
On Sunday morning, I texted Mrs. Nuro, asking if she could offer so help in shopping for work clothes. She arrived at 10am prompt to whisk away. When I stepped into the limousine, Mrs. Nuro greeted with her usual warmth.
We arrived at an upscale boutique in the city, the kind of place where there were no price tags. If you had to ask for the price, then you clearly couldn't afford it.
We got to the formal section, and the various elegant designs were overwhelming. "You need to exude confidence and power but still be sexy. I an you're working in the sa building as your husband."
I couldn't help but laugh. She grabbed a navy blazer from a rack. "Try this."
We spent the next hour assembling a wardrobe that would make both revered and delicious. Mrs. Nuro was good and I learned she used to be a model when she was younger and that's how she had t Mr Nuro. Once we had bought about five boxes of clothes, she turned her attention to... well... you know what.
"Now, for the pièce de résistance," she said, winking at . "Sothing specifically for Richard's eyes only,"
"I don't think this is necessary." Lie. It totally was but I didn't want to give her any clue about what was going on in our marriage.
"Nonsense!" she said, holding up a sheer black nightgown that made my head reel.
"There's barely any material on this!" I exclaid.
"My point exactly. n are visual creatures," she threw many more sheer materials at excitedly. By the ti we left the store, it looked like I was about to open my own clothing store.
*****
I woke up early Monday morning, excited about my first day at work. I didn't want to wake Richard or bother him and I didn't want us to arrive at work at the sa ti to avoid too much familiarity at work. Everyone knew I was his wife but I would rather people see as more than his wife. I wanted to maintain professionalism.
I made breakfast and put so in the microwave for him. By the ti I was dressed in one of my new outfits, I felt like I could conquer the world. I grabbed my bag and checked myself by the entrance mirror. I looked like a million bucks and I am very sure everything I was wearing was worth a million bucks. I can't believe a few weeks ago, I was whining about how a five thousand dollar shoe was ridiculous and wasteful. Thanks to Mrs Nuro and her nurous bank cards. Richard gave one but she has never given the chance to use it.
*****
Stepping into Nuro Corp as an employee was intimidating. This was a job for sharks, I knew that. I knew people would kill for a job here and I also knew I had to prove that the job wasn't just dropped in my lap even though it was.
The receptionist told what floor my office would be on. It was on the ninth floor, while Richard's was on the tenth. Sam was waiting on the floor when I arrived.
"Well, well, if it isn't the boss's wife, here to show us how it's done?" he drawled.
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