I can practically hear the indignation in her tone, see the fire sparking in those green eyes. My lips twitch, amusement warring with irritation as I type back my response.
I know how to read dates.
Wifey
It was agreed in the contract that you give me a week’s notice before an event I need to appear at.
Because you need time to learn how to act like my loving wife?
Wifey
Because I need time to calm down so I can spend a whole evening in your company without throwing up.
Sorry, but there are restrooms at the event if you need to vomit. And I think you should get that checked out by a doctor.
Wifey
I’m not coming.
My jaw clenches. Of course, she’s being difficult. Ofcourse, she’s fighting me on this, just like she fights me on everything else.
Oh, you’re coming, alright. I wasn’t at the office for a week because you said we needed a fake honeymoon, so I missed the invitation, and now there are only two days left. So actually, it’s your fault. I can’t show up to my first public event since the wedding alone.
Wifey
Tell them I’m sick.
Or that we had a fight.
Or that you tried to steal my parrot.
I stare at the screen. I have to hand it to her, the woman is creative. Infuriating but creative.
And you tried to run me over. And you towed my car. I think my reaction was mild.
Wifey
You don’t even understand what you did wrong.
What is she talking about? I didn’t do anything to her. Or is she talking about the clothes she doesn’t like again?
We didn’t go to any events in the first week, you already owe me two events. I’ll let you off the hook for one. And you don’t have to wear the dresses I bought.
There. No one can say I don’t compromise.
Wifey
You think a dress is what will make me come?
Heat licks up my spine at the unintentional insinuation, my mind flooding with images of her coming undone beneath me, around me. I shift in my seat, my pants suddenly tight.
Fuck.
Get it together, Valeur.
Shoving the thoughts aside, I tap out a message, unable to resist the urge to prod, to push.
So you want to come? I already offered you orgasms.