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An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle
“I will kill you!” he heard his wife bite out through the door.
“This was for your own good!” he heard Sara snap as he took a moment to straighten his tie.
“I hate you!” his wife snapped back as he raised his hand to knock.
“That’s him!” Kasey hissed.
“I’m not going!”
“Yes, you are!”
“They don’t fit!”
“Yes, they do! Now stop bitching and answer the door!”
“Look, maybe we could talk about this,” Zoe mumbled desperately as his front door opened and he found himself rethinking his plans to take his wife out tonight.
In fact, he could think several things that he’d like to do instead of going out tonight as he ran his eyes over the woman being shoved towards him, but that wasn’t an option. Not tonight. Tonight, he was taking her out and doing this right, he reminded himself even as he took in the way the dress that he’d never seen her wear before hugged every incredible curve of her body.
“Have fun!” Sara and Kasey said in unison as they gave Zoe that final push and-
Closed the door and locked it.
“Damn it,” she said, letting her shoulders slump in defeat as he stood there, running his eyes down her body and sighed.
He really loved her body.
“Hey,” he said softly, smiling when she noticeably swallowed as looked at him, taking in his freshly cut hair, suit, and freshly polished shoes and grumbled, “Damn it,” with a slight whimper.
“You look beautiful,” he said as he leaned down and kissed those pouty little lips.
“Thank you,” she said with a weak smile the way that she always did when he told her that she was beautiful and normally that would have had him glaring at her and demanding to know why she didn’t his word for it, but tonight, tonight he was going to show her just how beautiful she was.