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Welcome to Hell
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I sit on the couch with a beer in my hand, my boxing book open on my lap. The pages are already worn from me re–reading the same passages so marry times. The hum of the refrigerator in the background and the wind coming through the window make up the kind of silence I’ve learned to value.
Then I hear footsteps coming down the stairs–light, rhythmic–and I know trouble is coming.
“Love… my beautiful… love of my life,” his sappy voice draws a sigh from me.
I turn a page, without looking up.
“I’m not dressing up as a nurse, Adrian. We’ve already talked about this.”
His eyes widen as if I had offended the family honor.
“That’s not what I want to talk about! But…” the smirk returns, wicked. “I really wanted to see you wearing some kind of costume. You’d look way too sexy.”
I roll my eyes.
“You have the most idiotic, perverted ideas possible. First you wanted me to dress up as a cop to ‘spice up our relationship, which is absurd considering we lived in a prison and I hate the police. Then you came up with that Michael Myers, Jason stuff… nothing but killers. And when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, you came up with the nurse idea. Me, in lingerie. Only in your dreams.”
He pouts, worthy of a theatrical drama.
“You’re so mean to me.”
“And you’re an incurable lecher,” I reply without taking my
eyes off the book.
“But that’s not what I want to talk about. Unfortunately. The sudden seriousness makes me look up.
I close the book and face him.
‘So, what is it now?”
His smile changes–slow, perverse, calculated. He approaches slowly, leans into my ear, and starts whispering his plan. As I listen, I feel the muscles in my
face lock up.
“No… you must be out of your mind,” I say, incredulous. ‘Holy shit, Adrian.”
He kneels before me, resting his face on my thigh, with that pleading look that mixes innocence and malice.
“Please, love. It’ll be fun… We’ll spice up our marriage even more. It’ll be great, I promise.”
I lean my head back against the couch and look at the ceiling, already feeling regret haunting me even before i accept. But deep down, I know it’ll be good.
and that irritates me.-
“Damn it…” I sigh. “Fine. We’ll do this shit.”
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He raises his face in a victorious smile and gives me a long, lingering peck.
‘It could be today… or tomorrow. But we have to set the right mood. It needs to feel real, intense.”
I roll my eyes.
‘I don’t know who’s crazier: you for inventing these things or me for agreeing to them.”
He laughs, pressing his lips to my forehead.
“Crazy or not, we’re perfect together.”
He pulls away and sighs.
‘I have to go. My miserable father practically begged me to show up at the company event.”
I give him a half–smile.
“Have fun with… people.”
‘People,” he repeats with disdain. “I should have killed that old man when I had the chance, but you wouldn’t let me.”
I huff, crossing my arms.
“You are not killing your father, Adrian. Now go, before I lose my patience. I want to read my book in peace.”
He pouts, acting whiny.
“So you’re saying that when I’m here, it isn’t peace?”
I stand up, laughing, and pull him into a quick hug.
“You know I love you. I love spending time with you. But it’s… too disturbing sometimes, and even I need to breathe.”
“Unfair,” he complains, kissing my chin before pulling away.
“Just go.”
‘Wow, I’m so excited to see people,” he says sarcastically, grabbing his keys.
‘I hope you don’t kill anyone!” I shout when he’s already at the door.
His laughter echoes through the living room before his reply:
I’ll try! But I make no promises!”
1 huff, sink into the couch, and open the book again.
“Holy shit, one day this man is going to drive me insane,” I mutter, taking a sip of the beer.
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The sound of the car driving away fills the silence.
Finally, peace.
I go back to the book, diving into the reading once more. The pages turn quickly, and I don’t even notice the hours slipping by. It’s only when the sound of the clock on the wall strikes midnight that I realize the time.
I rub my tired eyes and set the book aside. I grab my phone and open social media, scrolling without much interest until I stop on the company’s profile.
The photos from the event have been updated. Adrian appears smiling, that fake smile he learned to use to deal with the public. I laugh low, imagining bre
much he must be seething inside.
But one image makes the laughter die.
My blood runs cold.
On the screen, he appears next to a man almost his age–far too handsome for my taste–with his arm draped over Adrian’s shoulders.
I grip the phone so hard I hear a sharp crack. The screen splinters.
“Did this motherfucker let another man touch him?” I speak softly, in disbelief.
Him of all people, who hates physical contact?
Fuck if it’s an event, fuck if it’s courtesy.
He should have stayed away.
My heart races, and a hot rage rises to my throat. I’m freaking out over a photo, and I know it, but it doesn’t matter. Even knowing that Adrian probably wiped his shoulder afterward, I can’t help the discomfort.
No one touches him. I’m the only one who can do that.
Damn… so this is how he feels when he’s jealous of me.
Fuck.
I hear the sound of the engine approaching. The car enters the garage, I stand up, crossing my arms, trying to contain the irritation that seethes within.
The door opens. He walks in, still taking off his blazer, unaware of the storm waiting for him.
‘Did you have fun with your friend?” I ask, my voice cold.
He closes the door slowly and stares at me, confused.
“Friend? Love, what are you talking about?”
I take a step forward, a raspy sound escaping my throat.
‘Don’t pretend you don’t know. Why the fuck did you let that bastard put has hands on you? And you even amiled at bity Even if it was like, it looked an opening, dammit!”
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