I can hear my husband moaning in the toilet. It's hard not to, he can be quite loud and expressive. I used to love that about him… Does that make me sound ungrateful? I try not to be. I was called that many times when I was younger that I had to learn how to appreciate everything I had.
I'm no longer as… Turned as I was when we began making out though now that I think about it, my body's far too starved for attention not to miss him on top of me again. I ignore it.
I slide out of my bed naked and walk to the mirror. I'm staring at my reflection now, thinking of all the ways I look simple and easy on the eyes but someone like Ethan— My husband, chose to be married to me and we've been married for three years now.
I'm grateful.
I hear him flush the toilet, a sign that he's probably ejaculated into the toilet again— I know this because I've cleaned the stain many times on the seat, and I hear him walk back into the room. My Ethan is very attractive, with his broad shoulders and dark hair that looked almost perfect no matter what he was doing, he's the hottest man I know.
The only man I know.
He's naked, and my body reacts to it. I briefly think of having at the very least, an orgasm with me just watching him but I know that's proper. Ethan likes good girls and I know better. I'm a wife, not a cheap whore. "You good?"
"Yeah,'' His voice is heavenly, I love listening to it. I watch him spare me a smile as he begins to put on a shirt and I can't help but smile too. I'm happily married, if you haven't noticed yet.
I walk to him and wrap my arms around his body, bathing in his scent. I'd been the one to get him that perfume and the fact he wears it pleases me immensely. He's strong and sturdy, and it makes me smile knowing that I have him as I say dreamily, "I love you,"
I hear him chuckle and turn around to look at me. I stare at him, pouting slightly as he cups my cheeks and asks, "Oh, yeah?"
I nod. He chuckles again but he doesn't bother to respond. Instead, he ruffles my hair and moves away from me. I want to reattach myself to his body again but I don't. I just stand where I am and stare at him. My Saviour.
From the moment I was born, my parents had not tried to hide the fact that I wasn't exactly what they wanted. I was… Me, and when I was younger, I used to hate it but it was easy to understand why they couldn't love me. I mean, compared to my sister… I was chopped liver.
Sophia Cox. Started appearing in TV shows at the early age of 1, participated in hundreds of runway shows since the age of 7 and was currently the face of many brands and magazines. She was gorgeous, is gorgeous. And my parents who were top media moguls themselves saw her as the heir apparent to their already very established throne in the media world.
I… Oh, I had no notable features really. I was just me, Liana, who was lucky enough to have married Ethan Blake, son of late Asterion Blake, Tech Billionaire, and lucky I was. While everyone treated me cruelly, the only person who ever saw me as a person was Ethan. He loved me, cared for me, and chose to spend the rest of his life with me.
I was grateful for the life I have because he gave it to me.
"Tomorrow is our wedding anniversary," I blurt the words out of my mouth before I can stop myself. I watch him still a bit as he fixes his tie, a look of disapproval crossing his face. I walk to him now, knowing not to touch him— He doesn't like my constant clinginess sometimes, and say, "I know we don't celebrate it— But it's our third year together, it means a lot to me. Could we do it, please?"
Ethan is logical. I mean, we've been together since we could walk so there's no real reason to celebrate an anniversary but he makes me happy and I'd really like to do something for him just this once.
"I have a business meeting to attend."
His voice sounds different now— Cold. I know I've upset him and it terrifies me because the last time I did so, I didn't see him for a month. I immediately start shaking my head, knowing better than this. I should have known better. "I-I am so sorry, Ethan. I know how busy you are. I shouldn't have suggested that. It was silly of me to just assume that you're free and—"
"Liana."
"Mhm?"
"Breathe."
I do as he says instantly. I take one breath in, then one out. He's not watching me as I do so but I watch him as he puts on his watch and adjusts himself in the mirror. When he's done, he walks to me and puts his hands on my shoulder then flashes me a smile again. I'm immediately okay. "What about this? I come back after tomorrow and we spend the evening together. What do you think?"
I can't help how happy I become or sound as I nod my head, blushing immensely now.
He kisses my forehead there and says, "Go out today. Maybe a spa or something so we can be prepared well enough for the day after tomorrow, okay?"
Before I can respond, he's already with his briefcase and out the door. It hurts that he's gone and I'm all alone but it's fine because I'm fine. I'm married to Ethan Blake and we'll spend some time together. I'm happy.
Or at least, that's what I'd like to believe.