Monogrammed ~~ Part Four
As I stood in the steamed bathroom I began to perspire, the silk lining of my coat sticking to my arms underneath the quarter sleeved shirt I had worn. I could not believe what I had just heard as they celebrated each others climax, I had not known if her abrupt elation was a result of his proposal to carry his son, or had he told that to them all? I surely had heard the same. The aroma of the Frederic Malle filled the bathroom, its intense scent activated the beads escalating a sensual ambiance of duplicity...why would his favorite body wash be in her shower. He washed her body teasing her sexual appetite...'I could go again he said.'
'U have to be at work for 11 o'clock' she argued, 'don't u need a nap?'
'I guess you're right Love,' he answered. The tears welled I yet embraced the burn, he would not defeat me...I vowed to never lose.
Her creased hand reached for the towel, or was it his...I couldn't differentiate between water wrinkled or aged, I knew the shower door would soon open.
The bedroom was large, the monogrammed pillows displayed the initials LDC and VMC...
The water subsided as they exited the walk-in shower, I fought back tears, he would have to leave for work soon. We should have breakfast when u get off in the morning she suggested. His shift at my house started at 7, not 11...
He lined kisses along the back of her neck, I stood inside of the bedroom and watched through the mirror...would they come inside? She picked up the towel I had caused to fall and dried her hairline across her forehead, I imagined her reusing her sibling's bath towels as a child. He caressed her abdomen, infuriated I watched as he whispered. Had the bastard known I listened? She pulled on the pink tank...the mist from her body spray radiated through the vents and into the bedroom.
9:25...almost time for work. I stood between the tailored suits, the shoe boxes behind me I was sure contained size 13 shoes. I wondered who she was... but yet who was he? Their conversation, so equal...she hadn't said anything to annoy him, she was worthy of his communication. His supercilious nature humbled. With her his persona lacked disdain. Deferential, he embraced her...
The blatant lies. At home his gun was always in the black Balenciaga box...
Her confident smile and frail physique contradicting the antithetical, she only ate when he said so, I could tell, but not verbally. He controlled every function. He abused that affect quite often. Sometimes his arrogance would ebb an appetite for weeks, his ingenuity was lethal. It had taken me years to overcome, she was yet in the initial stages of idiocy, or was she? Their voices traveled but became distorted, I hid unambiguously...I fought the aspirations of revenge as they clouded my judgement. My hands began to sweat...my fists clenched tight. Who was she? I wanted to undress. I wanted to stand before her naked, she needed to see my pain. He deserved for her to see the scars of despair, the disfigurements of broken promises, the blemishes of credence, they were all untruths! Every word he had spoken, the essence of his being was an abomination to mankind! I wanted to scream!
'U have plenty suits in the closet,' she pointed out. 'I've arranged the meeting with Poindexter at 4 p.m tomorrow evening. Text him to confirm.'
The emotions were inequitable, I pummeled against his chest in my mind. I wanted to strike his heart, he needed to feel every blow! The STD's I secreted, I was accustomed to them one by one. I camouflaged the maladies and persuaded him to defend the yeast infections. The miscarriages had surely been genetic, they would never know.
'Once more,' she suggested, 'u have an hour.'
The look I had seen so many times was followed by the words programmed inside his tongue...'U really wore me out this time.'
'U haven't even been home long' she responded.
I pushed send, the phone lit up on the nightstand, Lamont it read.
Veronica was her name.