Take Me On Valentine's Day
Melissa sat on the sofa waiting for her husband to get home from his latest out of town trip this time. Looking down at her watch, she could see he should be walking in the door any second now. Things had been rough for them this past year and his job keeping him away so much is probably the only thing that’s kept them from getting a divorce. The thing was she was losing him and she had to do something quick because even though she never loved Achai more she never felt so far apart from him. Hell it’s almost been a year since they had sex and she was terrified to ask him if he was getting it elsewhere. Taking a deep calming breath she centered herself and pushed back all her fears tonight was not the night for all of that. Tonight she was going to get her husband back.
Ignoring her shaking hands, she ran them through her freshly dyed blond hair and got up. Walking into the kitchen, she checked on the shrimp and feta stew his favorite. Closing the pot back up and walking into the dining room where she had worked the entire day completely transforming it. Enlisting the help of some of Achai’s friends, she moved their huge dining room table that seated 12 in favor of a small round table they had in the basement. After they left, she placed a beautiful lace tablecloth over it and vintage candelabra in the center knowing they were both allergic to flowers. Checking the china and gold ware again, she looked around seeing everything was in order and ran up the master suite to get ready before he came.
Opening the closet, she pulled out a red halter slinky dress that she brought earlier in the week and a pair of black platform pumps. Purposely omitting underwear, she put the outfit on the bed and went into the adjoining bathroom to shower.
Pulling up into his driveway Achai stopped the motor and rested his head against the steering wheel. His frustration was through the roof he couldn’t remember when the last time it was he came home and was actually happy to see his wife. Now well now he just wanted to get away from her as quick as possible so he wouldn’t have to see that dead look in her eyes when she looked at him. There used to be such passion between the two of them but the past year he couldn’t even begin to tell you what happened. So rather, than deal with it he just immersed himself in work, which is most likely making it worse but whatever. Looking over at the passenger’s seat he picked up the small velvet box he got from Zale’s and placed it in his front suit pocket he at least didn’t forget that tonight was valentines so maybe that was a score for his team. On the other hand, at the best she ease up tonight on the arguments and let him have at least one night off at home in peace. Resigning himself to a night of the unknown leaving his luggage, he got out of the car and walked up to the front door.
Opening the door, he stepped in and was immediately hit with the amazing smell of his favorite stew. Stomach rumbling furiously he sniffed his way to the kitchen smiling the entire way. Opening up the pot, he looked in and dipped his finger in for a quick sample closing his eyes in ecstasy when the flavors hit his mouth. His wife was the best chief in the city and she hadn’t cooked for him in a long time whenever he was home it was takeout or TV dinners he didn’t know what made her finally cook but he was happy as hell. Placing the lid back on the pot quietly cause he knew how she hated him sampling food before it was done he snuck out of the kitchen just as Melissa was coming down the stairs.
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