“I’m home,” I announced, and Alicia didn’t reply. Ah, we were going with the silent treatment. Well, I was horny, so I stripped off and checked the mirror. That bitch Rebel was right. I had anexpanding gut; I needed to start the gym again. At thirty-one, I wouldn’t let myself go. But I was a damn handsome man.
Cockily, I sauntered over and yanked the covers back.
Alicia lay there in a silk nightdress. She was gorgeous, and despite my words, Alicia was ageing beautifully and keeping her figure trim. Randy, I crawled into bed, my cock already hard.
“Alicia,” I crooned as I ran a hand up her thigh. “It’s my special day, darling. Give me a birthday blowjob.”
Alicia didn’t respond. Was she pretending?
“Alicia, wake up and suck me off, babe,” I ordered. Still no answer. Slightly worried, I shook her, and Alicia rolled back and forth. What the hell? Cock deflating, I switched on a lamp and made an annoyed sound. On Alicia’s bedside table were migraine tablets. They blocked migraines but put Alicia to sleep for at least twelve hours.
Fuck this! Alicia could give me a blowjob when she woke up, the damn bitch!
Alicia
“Did you have a nice time?” I asked as I served Oliver breakfast. I noted he’d binned the dinners.
“Fantastic, it was great letting my hair down,” Oliver replied.
“Good.” I set down the coffee and scrambled eggs. There was puzzlement in his eyes.
“Alicia, you went to bed without knowing I was safe,” Oliver challenged, and he was butt-hurt from that.
“No, I knew where you were.”
“You tracked my phone?” Oliver accused, stiffening.
“Didn’t have to. You were all over social media. Some nice soul tagged me,” I said and showed Oliver the post.
“So, you’re going to be passive aggressive over this!” Oliver snapped.
“No. I trust you; you’re my husband, the man I love, and you love me. It was good of you to take Eve dancing. I’m sure Eve needed the release after all those late nights and hard work,” I replied. This morning in the shower, I had a heart-to-heart with myself. I didn’t believe Oliver was cheating, even though the picture made him look guilty.
“Right.”
“If something’s going on, you’d tell me, wouldn’t you?”
Oliver thumped a fist on the table. “There it is!”
“What?” I asked, confused but on guard. I recognised the signs of Oliver melting down.
“Passive aggressive. You want to know if I’m fucking Eve! The answer is no. What’s your problem? Eve works hard and helps the company progress. Are you so small-minded, Alicia, you begrudge Eve a few rewards and make your friends attack her?”
“What are you talking about?” I demanded, shocked at Oliver’s accusations.
“Eve told me how you and those bullies treated her at the restaurant. How she’d come over being nice, and you were all mean. Jesus, what is it? Eve is a valuable and contributing member of society. While all you do is sit on your ass and have lunches with your bitch friends? I’m disappointed in you,” Oliver ranted.
Disturbed, I stood up and gathered my dignity. “Not as ashamed as I am of you,” I stated firmly. Oliver’s mouth opened, and I cut him off. “Knowing how I was bullied in school, you believe I’d bully someone else? And I do more than sit on my ass lunching, but you wouldn’t know because you never ask how my day was. Never, Oliver. And as for a job, I had one, remember? One, I quit to support you and make your life easier. Don’t throw bullshit in my face.”
With that, I turned and walked out. Oliver, in this mood, was bull-headed, and there was no reasoning with him.
“Alicia! I meant it, lose some weight,” Oliver shouted. Tears formed, and I kept walking, but I wanted the last word.
“Lose your own fat. Honestly, I’ve replaced your wardrobe twice, and you’re not very attractive, Oliver, right now.”
Oliver spluttered behind me at my audacity. What had I been thinking? Where had the courage come from to talk back like that? No doubt I’d pay for it.
Alicia – four weeks later.
