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I see it will be one of those nights again.
Madison was putting on the heavy emerald earrings, the ones that I had gotten her that one year for her birthday. The rocks dangled against her neck, stretching her earlobes. Her dark brown hair was done in luxuriant soft curls. The skin-tight black dress revealed all her curves.
She was the very image of a hot villainess. Her nose was very angular but in no way unattractive, her eyeshadow dark. She preferred muted colors, especially green. You never saw her without her lips having been painted in blood red. There was something snake-like about her body, her curves being subtle and smooth. Hers was the kind of beauty that was unnatural: her lashes were extensions, her face covered with a generous amount of foundation. Only her skin was naturally immaculate, as if it had been ripped off the corpses of young virgins. Snow White and the Evil Queen in one.
I wondered if that dress was a little too skimpy for the evening, but I knew better than to question her fashion choices. Either way, she looked gorgeous.
"And I fucking swear if you leave me alone talking with the Hendersons again, I will fucking off myself," she was telling me, as she studied her painted face in the mirror. "As if these parties couldn't be more dull."
"I'll try not to," I muttered. It was a business party, though. Some networking was necessary. We were to celebrate the launch of a new product. Months of preparation had finally come to an end. If she really didn't want to come, she could have simply excused herself.
But no. She saw these events as chances to socialize, play the role of a supportive wife. Nothing delighted her more than the envy of other, usually older, women as she entered a party lavishly dressed. She was impossibly shallow.
I knew that the real reason behind her extreme vanity was insecurity. Her looks were to die for, and her body was her favorite weapon, but her body was useless on the path she had chosen. Despite years of studying, she had not graduated into any profession. Her current degree was in philosophy. Before that it was art history.
If it hadn't been for me, she would be homeless, broke and unemployed. It had been a strategical move to marry me. We both knew that. My wife was my costliest investment.
I loved her, nevertheless.
- - -
"Mr. Lawrence, may I introduce you to my wife, Madison."
She flashed her white teeth like a scared monkey as he took her hand for a courteous kiss. Smiling never came to her naturally.
"Lovely to meet you, Miss."
"Mrs," I corrected him.
"Oh, that's right. Mrs."
Mr. Lawrence was a boyish gentleman, even if he was old enough to be her father. A Richard Gere-type that matures like French wine. He had the most expressive eyes, which prior to this moment I had genuinely liked. Right now, they were savoring my wife.
"Happy to make your acquaintance." She was checking him out, estimating the price of his Rolex. She liked what she saw.
"Mr. Lawrence is one of the shareholders," I explained.
"You can be very proud of your husband, Mrs. Bevan. I don't think we would've made the launch date without his dedication and hard work. I apologize for all the late nights. I'm sure you'll be pleased to have him back."
"Oh, I can keep myself amused," said Madison. "But yes, it's much better when he's home. Awfully proud of you, baby." She kissed a soft peck on my cheek, careful not to smudge her lipstick.
"Thanks, honey."
Mr. Lawrence grinned awkwardly at our exchange. I wondered if it was the artificial tenderness between us, since she was not a particularly good actress, or the fact that he would've loved to bang her.
"I need to get some more refreshments." He showed us his empty glass as if to convince us that he was not lying. "Mrs. Bevan, Bill, if you would excuse me."
As soon as he was gone, the smile vanished off Madison's lips.
"Will you be working with him in the future?" she asked.
"Most definitely."
"Pity."
She was scanning the room for viable options. It was a large party venue, chosen by my boss for its classy wooden paneling and crystal chandeliers, but it had been made intimate with dim-lighting and by dividing the space with furniture into small sections. A jazz band was playing on the other side of the hall, and plenty of people had occupied the floor in front of them, dancing to the tune of saxophone. It was an opulent party to celebrate a finished project. I knew that somewhere in the room, numbers were still being discussed over a glass of champagne.
Madison drifted off without a word in the direction of the bar. Not to look like a goof by myself, I soon found a few co-workers and greeted their spouses. It was open bar, but everyone was too sober. Despite it being an occasion for celebration, nobody was truly letting loose.
At some point I caught a glimpse of Madison on the dance floor, her arms wrapped around the neck of a man I did not know. I saw how his hands tried to move down from her hips on that remarkably bubbly ass of hers. She scolded him for it, I'm sure, but the smile on her lips suggested that problem was in his timing and not in the act itself.
He was a young black man, possibly some kind of an intern. He was in his mid-20s perhaps. I remember how shameless I was at his age, ten or so years ago. He wasn't particularly handsome, but I could see that he was confident in seducing my young wife. Like bubble gum, she would wrap the guy around her little finger, all the while they were under the impression that they were the ones chewing. I would know. I had been there once.
It was an hour or so later that I watched her take his hand and lead him out of the room, a naughty grin on her face. Wherever they were going, he followed her excitedly like a puppy on leash.
Another hour passed; the party had quietened down. There had been no sign of my wife or her suitor. I realized I had been abandoned. It was time to go home.
- - -
The taxi halted in front of our apartment block. I gave the driver a fair tip.
It had started to drizzle on the way home. I hurried through the glass doors into the warm, brightly lit foyer. I didn't want my suit ruined. The familiar young receptionist greeted me politely as usual. However, there was a quizzical look on his face. He was probably wondering why I should return alone when he had seen me leave with my wife. Quite frankly, he should've put two and two together months ago.
