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—Renée Ahdieh
IWALK DOWN THE SPIRAL STAIRCASE AND INTO THE MASTER BEDROOM.
The bed is empty, but Sophia is nowhere to be found. An unusual flutter of panic pushes through me.
Unusual because I rarely panic, nothing has made me feel out of control—until I met her.
“Sophia?” I call her name.
“In here,” she says as her voice carries through the bathroom.
“Are you sure you should be in the tub on your own?”
“Relax, I’m not going to drown under four inches of water,” she says while smirking. “If you’re so worried, why don’t you come in?” she asks as she raises her brow seductively, enough for me to feel a familiar tightness in my groin area.
I strip down and get into the heated water, her eyes never leaving mine as I get undressed.
“How hot is this fucking water?” I say, pouring in the cold. “It’s like lava.”
“Just warming myself up for hell,” she chortles.
“I’ve probably got a VIP pass already,” I say turning off the tap.
“I wonder how many other married couples have conversations like this?” She says, leaning back.
“I don’t think any of them lead the lives we do,” I say quietly, giving her a small smile.
“Very true.”
“You’re agreeing with me on something?” I say, raising my eyebrow a fraction
“Must be the after-effects,” she says, then wrinkles her nose.
“What were you arguing with my sister about?” I ask trying to catch her unaware, so I get an honest answer.
“The stuff I said to you before about you going to whorehouses, I didn’t realize it wasn’t true,” she stammers. “Why didn’t you correct me?”
“Where did you hear it from?”
“I don’t remember,” she says pulling a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Her voice sounds awkwardly high.
“Liar, I’m going to need you to start being honest with me, Sophia,” I say slowly and can tell she is lying. How many scumbags have lied to my face for me not to realize my own wife is trying to hide something from me.
She reaches over for a shampoo bottle, but I pull her by the wrist, so she is on top of me.
“What was that for?” She asks softly.
“Because you drive me to the edge of my sanity, I don’t want you to listen to Keira Kavanagh or any fucking body else about me. Make your own mind up about your husband, even if he is a complete jackass in your eyes.”
“I never said you were,” she says, laughing softly, her green eyes glittering with mischief.
“I need you to be honest with me, no secrets. Otherwise, lines will get blurred, I can’t afford any more enemies.”
“I don’t want to be your enemy,” she says grimacing slightly.
“Neither do I.”
“How come you’re being so soft to me?” She says, eyeing me reproachfully.
