She tried one more time. “I never thought you’d take it so badly. It’s just business, honey. We’ll be fine. And don’t worry about a job; I make more than enough to keep us…”
Dave held up his hand. “Please, stop while you’re losing. I’d bet you’d love to turn me into a househusband; it would cement your reputation as a tough as nails CEO. I can hear them now. ‘Watch out for that one. She’s so tough she fired her husband and turned him into a little house bitch. Bet she’s the one who’s on top when they fuck, if she isn’t banging him with a strapon. Wonder if she makes him wear panties around the house?’ Well, you can forget that shit. I’ll eventually land another position somewhere, even if it’s not here. Now please, stop talking.”
He’d finally managed to piss her off. “Fine! Sulk! Get angry! It might give you enough motivation to do a good job next time. FYI, honey, your little tantrum put the skids on the extra good loving I had intended to give you tonight. Looks like it’ll be you and your fingers if you want any release in the near future.”
He shrugged. “Fine. At least they won’t fire me if I don’t perform as expected.”
That one hit her hard. She tried forming words until she finally screamed in frustration and stomped out of the room. He heard her rattling pans in the kitchen, so he assumed she made her dinner. A little while later, he heard her go up the stairs. She came back in the ‘absolutely no sex for you tonight’ outfit: an old tee shirt and ratty sweatpants. It seemed to upset that he didn’t comment. They sat, and he let the silence stretch. Finally she spoke.
“I’m sorry, okay? I wrestled with it a long time before I made the decision. I do love you, and it isn’t the end of the world. We can…”
“We can stop talking about it. What’s done is done, and you can’t unring the bell. I’m going to bed. I need to get up early and put some feelers out, see if I can salvage anything out of the fiasco you turned my life into. Good night.”
She floundered for something to say, before settling on “I’ll be up in a little while.”
He was already asleep when she woke him with her scream. Seems when she changed, she never noticed that his things were gone. He was in the largest guestroom with attached bath, and planned to stay there a while. Soon she was knocking on the door, demanding that he let her in. Dave just turned back over, wondering how mad she’d be when she realized he’d changed the lock on the door and she didn’t have a key. Ten minutes later he heard the lock rattle. A few minutes after that he heard a sigh, and then went to sleep.
…
Jen brought her boss her standard coffee and pastry the next morning, as well as her own. She had been with her since her first promotion, as secretary, and later private assistant. Jen loved Bev for how she treated her, and was the one person in the company who was able to tell her the truth without worry of repercussions. Jen pulled a chair next to the desk, and they went through their morning ritual of coffee and personal time.
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