Chapter Four
The door closes behind him as he walks into the front foyer and looks at the the clock reading 7:15. Also known as bitching hour in this house.
He had been working late training a new intern at his office. How he got stuck with the job was beyond him considering the fact he had just started working their a little over a year ago. At the time he had received the task he didnt complain though. It felt like a trustworthy honor that had been bestowed upon him. The first time he met her, he couldn't believe his luck. . . or is eyes for that matter. She was a stunning, feet-sweeping beauty of a blond with curves that rival the twisting country road he drove to work every day. On top of that she had a voice that quite possibly had come from a Roman goddess.
This was how he knew the shit was about to hit the fan.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HOME SO LATE? ITS 7 FUCKING 15! IF YOU WERE OFF IN SOME GODDAMN BACK ROOM WITH THAT SLUT" she pauses, plotting what to say. "YOU WON'T SEE YOUR OWN DAMN FEET AGAIN UNLESS YOU CAN LOOK AT YOUR OWN ASS!"
"Oh so now your accusing me of screwing this dumb intern! Thats ridiculous. I CANNOT believe you would throw something so ridiculous and insulting at me. YOUR HUSBAND!"
His fist buries itself in the cheap plaster of a first-home wall as he screamed in frustration. He turns, slams the door behind him, leaving his wife collapsed like a heap of crying trash.
He had been working late training a new intern at his office. How he got stuck with the job was beyond him considering the fact he had just started working their a little over a year ago. At the time he had received the task he didnt complain though. It felt like a trustworthy honor that had been bestowed upon him. The first time he met her, he couldn't believe his luck. . . or is eyes for that matter. She was a stunning, feet-sweeping beauty of a blond with curves that rival the twisting country road he drove to work every day. On top of that she had a voice that quite possibly had come from a Roman goddess.
This was how he knew the shit was about to hit the fan.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HOME SO LATE? ITS 7 FUCKING 15! IF YOU WERE OFF IN SOME GODDAMN BACK ROOM WITH THAT SLUT" she pauses, plotting what to say. "YOU WON'T SEE YOUR OWN DAMN FEET AGAIN UNLESS YOU CAN LOOK AT YOUR OWN ASS!"
"Oh so now your accusing me of screwing this dumb intern! Thats ridiculous. I CANNOT believe you would throw something so ridiculous and insulting at me. YOUR HUSBAND!"
His fist buries itself in the cheap plaster of a first-home wall as he screamed in frustration. He turns, slams the door behind him, leaving his wife collapsed like a heap of crying trash.
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