The morning was a rush: pouring coffee into her mouth, eating the toast on her way to the cab, juggling her briefcase and phone in her hands. She would find it comical if this wasn’t her reality for the past couple of days. And there was no end in sight. She barely kissed her husband before leaving their home and she had even less time to feel bad about it.
As soon as she stepped into the office her assistant started her monologue about the schedule and the messages left for her already.
She dropped her things on her desk when the first person stepped in. And the queue didn’t finish until it was well into lunch hour. Her PA dropped her meal off and she finished it while answering emails.
Her eyes zeroed in on her husband message. “Happy one-month anniversary, baby.”
Cold sweat took over her body. How could she have forgotten? Her heart started thumping fast and hard. Every beat intensifying the feeling of guilt.
She scanned the pile of paperwork with disgust, her heart torn apart by the feeling of missing her husband. Fuck this!
She stood immediately, leaving a message to cancel her meetings for the day on a post-it on her PA’s desk.
The cab ride seemed to take hours, despite it being only minutes.
She walked into his office spaces, focused on his door. Her stride displayed her conviction, her face lined with determination. No one could stop her, no one would dare to.
She knocked on his door and without waiting for his reply, opened it. A grin immediately split his face, his eyes softening as they landed on her.
“That’s a lovely surprise.”
She didn’t respond, her actions needed no words.
With a smirk, she locked the door and sauntered towards him. “Happy one-month anniversary,” she said seductively, unzipping her dress.