lip service, but I imagine that I was going to find out sooner than later.
“For now, I don't think it’s a good idea that we sleep in the same bed, as I need some time to get over this latest disappointment. If you are a man of your word, I would say that you are in fine shape to winning me back.” The displeasure was evident on his face, as he turned on his heels and stomped up the stairs to the bedroom. I heard the door slam, as he wanted to let me know that he was unhappy, and angry over this shocking betrayal of his marriage bed. “I don’t know why I let you do these things to me, but I think you deserve one more chance.” He couldn't possibly hear those last few words, unless of course he was bugging the house, and with what he did for a living, I really couldn't put that past him.
Cleaning up, I really felt that he should have been here doing this for me, but I decided to let this one slide. The anger that built up inside me had been doing so for some time, and this was one time that I couldn't control it. Everybody has their breaking point, and this so happened to be mine.
Looking at my reflection in the window by the kitchen sink, I saw a perfectly good waste of a sexy black dress that should have been right now, lying on the bedroom floor with his body covering mine and our cries of ecstasy echoing off the walls. I could still see and feel the last time that we were together, not that I could put a date on it or anything, but I could certainly remember how his hands played my body like a fiddle.
He was very adept at reading my body signals, but sometimes I wish that he took a firmer hand in the bedroom. Instead of always asking me for permission, I kind of wish that he would just take me like a real man, but he was way too considerate to even try something like that. I sighed deeply, finished cleaning up and walking out of the kitchen, touching the light switch and bringing everything else into darkness. Was this an omen of things to come, and was my relationship finally coming to an end.
I awoke in the morning completely naked in the bed of our guest room, hearing the same engine that I heard last night coming to life outside. He was gone before I got to the window, and then I turned to see a letter and a piece of paper lying beside me on the bed. Picking it up, I felt the coarse material, and then my fingers played over the surface, as I drank in every word. “Honey, you look so peaceful sleeping that I just didn't have the heart to wake you up. I missed you dearly in bed, and it felt so lonely and cold without you. I want to show you that I am the same man you married. I am not going to give you any kind of promises this time, only to say that these tickets should prove that this time I am on the level. Don't use them until you hear from me, and then you are more than welcome to join me in all of the Asian delights that Hong Kong offers. I love you, and I don't think I will ever feel the same about any other woman for as long as I live. I look forward to seeing you very soon, and know that I am always thinking about you wherever I am.”
I placed the letter on the bed, putting my hand up to my heart, while looking at the ticket that he had left me. This was not your typical economy class ticket, but was in fact a first-class ticket, which means that I was going to fly in luxury for the first time in my life.
Two days later, and I was getting this odd feeling that he wasn't going to come through, when out of the blue a message came to me on my answering machine. I wasn't there to pick it up, but I saw the message blinking when I came back from my Pilates class.
Touching the button, I heard his voice as clear as day. ”You probably thought that I was going back on my word, but I have finished my assignment, and I look forward to you getting here as soon as possible. You'll be staying at a hidden oasis, and I will be there at the airport to pick you up. The ticket is open
“For now, I don't think it’s a good idea that we sleep in the same bed, as I need some time to get over this latest disappointment. If you are a man of your word, I would say that you are in fine shape to winning me back.” The displeasure was evident on his face, as he turned on his heels and stomped up the stairs to the bedroom. I heard the door slam, as he wanted to let me know that he was unhappy, and angry over this shocking betrayal of his marriage bed. “I don’t know why I let you do these things to me, but I think you deserve one more chance.” He couldn't possibly hear those last few words, unless of course he was bugging the house, and with what he did for a living, I really couldn't put that past him.
Cleaning up, I really felt that he should have been here doing this for me, but I decided to let this one slide. The anger that built up inside me had been doing so for some time, and this was one time that I couldn't control it. Everybody has their breaking point, and this so happened to be mine.
Looking at my reflection in the window by the kitchen sink, I saw a perfectly good waste of a sexy black dress that should have been right now, lying on the bedroom floor with his body covering mine and our cries of ecstasy echoing off the walls. I could still see and feel the last time that we were together, not that I could put a date on it or anything, but I could certainly remember how his hands played my body like a fiddle.
He was very adept at reading my body signals, but sometimes I wish that he took a firmer hand in the bedroom. Instead of always asking me for permission, I kind of wish that he would just take me like a real man, but he was way too considerate to even try something like that. I sighed deeply, finished cleaning up and walking out of the kitchen, touching the light switch and bringing everything else into darkness. Was this an omen of things to come, and was my relationship finally coming to an end.
I awoke in the morning completely naked in the bed of our guest room, hearing the same engine that I heard last night coming to life outside. He was gone before I got to the window, and then I turned to see a letter and a piece of paper lying beside me on the bed. Picking it up, I felt the coarse material, and then my fingers played over the surface, as I drank in every word. “Honey, you look so peaceful sleeping that I just didn't have the heart to wake you up. I missed you dearly in bed, and it felt so lonely and cold without you. I want to show you that I am the same man you married. I am not going to give you any kind of promises this time, only to say that these tickets should prove that this time I am on the level. Don't use them until you hear from me, and then you are more than welcome to join me in all of the Asian delights that Hong Kong offers. I love you, and I don't think I will ever feel the same about any other woman for as long as I live. I look forward to seeing you very soon, and know that I am always thinking about you wherever I am.”
I placed the letter on the bed, putting my hand up to my heart, while looking at the ticket that he had left me. This was not your typical economy class ticket, but was in fact a first-class ticket, which means that I was going to fly in luxury for the first time in my life.
Two days later, and I was getting this odd feeling that he wasn't going to come through, when out of the blue a message came to me on my answering machine. I wasn't there to pick it up, but I saw the message blinking when I came back from my Pilates class.
Touching the button, I heard his voice as clear as day. ”You probably thought that I was going back on my word, but I have finished my assignment, and I look forward to you getting here as soon as possible. You'll be staying at a hidden oasis, and I will be there at the airport to pick you up. The ticket is open
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