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~~Rules to Affair (don't date hit men).~~
indentindentindentby airrelia.
He smirked as he kissed his wife good-bye; he knew she would be out for a while, and was glad for it. He knew of all her plans prior to this, but he still felt the need to play the loving husband and to inquire, “Will you be gone long?”
His wife giggled, her blue eyes twinkling mischievously at him in a way that reminded him of why he once loved her. “I’m going out into town with the girls and you know how they are,” she laughed, “I’d be gone for the entire day!”
He chuckled, tugging lightly at her blond curls, “Too bad, I guess that means I have to make my own dinner.”
“Yes, of course. Or you can just order pizza. I put the number and money on the fridge.”
He grinned, “I love you.”
“I know.”
He laughed as she turned and left, he watched her retreating figure until she entered her car and drove off. Closing the door lightly, he let the smile fall from his lips, feeling sick. He hated that woman, and though he could act like he cared for her, he certainly didn’t. He reached into his pocket to pull out his cell phone, dialing the numbers quickly, from memory.
She answered on the first ring. “Hey, babe. Is that annoying wife of yours gone now?”
“Yeah.” He walked to the kitchen, locating the money and the number. “If you come over now, we can have some pizza. Do you want cheese?”
“Honey, I always want cheese.”
He rolled his eyes, “Whatever. So, you on your way?”
“Of course.” There was a click signaling the end of the call, without even a word of farewell.
This was what he loved about Candy. All he needs to do is call her, and she’d come, and, despite whatever they say, they always get straight down to business. She loved him, knew he was married, and just didn’t care. He dialed the number of the pizza place quickly, ordered a pepperoni pizza, before seating himself in the living room bored with nothing better to do than wait.
He sat there for forty-five minutes in the least and as he opened the door, he called, “That was way over thirty minutes—that pizza is free!”
An amused Candy stood there, “Were you expecting someone else, Jake?”
“That damn pizza guy is late.”
Candy laughed, “Forget the pizza.”
She kissed him and as she did, she closed the door with her foot.
As aforementioned, Candy always got straight down to business—or rather, straight to the bedroom. Jake, of course, had no complaints of this—in fact, with an affair, it made thing much simpler.
It was then, that the doorbell rang again, interrupting them. Candy pouted, but Jake simply rolled his eyes and answered it. It was the pizza guy. He pointed at the pizza, “It’s late. It’s free.”
The pizza guy reluctantly nodded and handed the food over. “Have a good day, sir.” He mumbled, his gaze wandering to Candy who was in Jake’s arms.
Jake grinned, “Oh I will.”
There was a small giggle from the female as the door was once again closed. As she opened the box, though, she frowned. “Don’t be so sure. This is pepperoni, you know I’m a vegetarian!”
Jake shrugged, “Just take off the pepperoni.”
“Forget it. You enjoy your pizza, I’ll be waiting in the bedroom.”
She stormed up the stairs, and of course she knew the entire layout of the home so it took her little time to locate the bedroom. The door slammed behind her. Jake groaned, women were so complicated. He deposited the pizza in the kitchen before rushing up the stairs after the temperamental brunette. When he opened the door, he met the scene before him with a frown. Candy lay on the bed, a gun in her hands, a smile on her face.
“Is this for your wife?”
“Yeah. Be careful with it, baby, it’s loaded.”
“Hmm . . . of course it is.”
She examined the weapon carefully, “So, you gonna do it yourself?”
“Are you insane? Of course not! I’ll hire someone, of course.”
“A woman?” Candy raised an eyebrow in question.
Jake scowled, “Don’t be ridiculous. Women hit men won’t be able to get anything right. Who’d be stupid enough to hire a chick to kill someone?”
Candy smirked, “Your wife.”
She slowly pointed the gun at the horrified man.
 airrelia · Sat May 22, 2010 @ 03:42am · 0 Comments |
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