Chapter 2
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Silence.
It wasn’t what I expected. Talia wasn’t the type to be calm no matter the situation. She was the kind to break things, yell, curse if she felt like. She was the type to say things as they were without fear, without caring for your feelings. The truth is what you get from her, raw, unfiltered and f*****g hurtful. That was why she was my best friend. The very opposite of me.
But this time, I was met with silence.
“Three years?” She asked, her voice low, too low, I almost missed it. I turned back to her.
“And you didn’t tell me. Why?”
I said nothing. Talia and I only reunited a year ago after being apart for almost five years. But that wasn’t the reason why I didn’t tell her. For all she knew, my marriage was fine and I was happy, even though she just deeply hated my husband.
“That bastard is cheating, you know that.” She snapped.
I shook my head. Any woman would think that was the case, but I knew Julian.
“No, he is just always tired from work and stuff.”
“Oh, shut up.”
“Are you dumb or something?”
“Your husband hasn’t touched you for three years and you say he is tired from work and stuff.”
“Do you know how gorgeous you are? No man will be able to resist you except he is f*****g impotent.”
“Now is he impotent?” She started towards me.
“No…he isn’t.” I shook my head.
“Well, you wouldn’t know now because you haven’t seen his d**k for three years.” She stopped and crossed her hand over her chest.
“And if he is impotent, you are going to be leaving his ass, do you understand?”
“He isn’t impotent.” I protested.
“Then he has been giving it to someone else on the side, because there is no way a man will come back home and see you looking so fine and not feel anything.”
“Talia, shut up.” I groaned and sat on the bed.
“How the f**k have you been sane without release all this while. Now I see why your ass is always cranky.”
“Come on, we are going to get some release tonight.”
“What? No, I am not cheating on my husband.” I glared at her.
“I wasn’t talking about cheating girl,”
“Except…” she smiled wickedly and turned my wardrobe.
“Well, that is on board too. Your husband is either seeing someone else or is f*****g impotent and has kept you on the dark since.” She opened my wardrobe.
“No, we are not doing any of that.” I shut up and shut the wardrobe, pushing her away.
“Yes, we are. We are going out, I refuse to let you rot away in here.” She pushed me away and pulled open the whole wardrobe.
I stiffened, not needing to see when I knew she had seen the vibrator sitting pretty. Shame pricked against my spine, and I lowered my gaze as she turned back to me. I still recalled the way Julian had stared at me the first time I showed him the vibrator I got as a surprise one night to spice up our s*x life four years ago, that was when things started dying out.
The disgust in his eyes so boundless, I never stopped seeing it.
“Are you a slut?”
“What?”
“Are you a slut? Because only sluts and horny bitches uses this kind of stuff.”
“Now tell me, did I marry a slut?”
“No. I…I just thought this would….”
“Throw this s**t away. And don’t you ever show me something like this again, do you understand?”
“Bitch.” Talia screamed, forcing my gaze to hers. Unlike the disgust I expected, her eyes were wide and sparkly.
“You’ve been getting some after all, oh thank God. I thought you were a prude.”
I frowned.
“But this doesn’t do, does it?” She frowned and eyed the device.
“We’ll work on it. There are so much more that you will have to get.”
“And divorce your husband still.” She gave me a warning look, then returned to ransacking my wardrobe.
A knot I didn’t know had been in my chest eased up a thousand-fold and I breathed out.
After an hour of ransacking, Talia deemed all my clothes unwearable and decided that going shopping would be nice. I didn’t want to go along with her at first, but maybe it was her reaction to the vibrator, or maybe it was something else but dressed up, with some shades and a hair tie to hide my face from the paparazzi. I found myself saying nothing when she dragged me to the car, insisting on driving because my driver had not been informed about my plans and was nowhere to be found.
After shopping, Talia didn’t let me return home, so, we headed to her place after we had lunch and made plans for going out later. More of, she persuaded me into it. While wide music played in the background, I tried on all the dresses I got till Talia finally agreed to something.
“Girl, you really are turning to a prude sitting in that house all day.” She frowned, stubbornly touching my makeup again.
“That’s enough.” I protested for the third time, pulling my dress over my thighs.
“It’s a club, its dark. There is nothing like too much makeup.” She gave me a warning look. And didn’t stop till she was satisfied. Only then did she let me walk to the mirror. I gasped, seeing myself for the first time all night.
“Take that s**t off.” Julian’s voice snapped to my mind immediately.
“This is too much.” I turned back to Talia, ready to take off the dress and makeup alike.
“What? No, it’s perfect.”
Yes, it was. It was beautiful, exactly what the night needed. Five years ago, I wouldn’t mind dressing up in something so revealing. But those days were gone and I was different now. I was now Mrs. Grant. The wife of Julian Grant. A man of unfathomable power and reputation.
“I can’t be seen like this, Talia.”
She frowned.
“It’s a club, not the social gatherings that he never lets you go. Julian would understand if you wore a bit more makeup to a club, don’t you think?”
No, he would hate that I was even out in a club in the first place. What was I doing?
“I can’t go to a club. I can’t be seen like this, I can’t….”
“I am Mrs. Grant for Christ’s sake Talia.” I snapped, glaring at her.
“Whoa,” she raised her hand in the air.
“Who said wives couldn’t go clubbing?”
“You’ve been a good wife for such a long time and what has that gotten you. An impotent piece of shit.”
I glared at her.
“See today as your reward.”
“Plus, we are heading to one of the most exclusive night clubs in the city.“
“So, chill the f**k down. No tabloids would have your face in the front of their page, I promise.”
I shouldn’t listen to her. I knew it. But a part of me wanted to anyway. A part of me craved that freedom she offered, that reward that tasted like poison, ready to ruin everything. I haven’t been to a club in five years, I barely socialized anymore and except for Talia, I no longer kept in touch with my friends from back then.
I needed this. So, I pushed reasoning aside and gave in.
Dressed in a long soft, body hug black dress with a plunging v neckline that reaches my chest, a singed waist that emphasized my hour glass shape and an extremely high double thigh slits on both sides that leaves the centre panel of the skirt flowing down the front and back, a matching thigh strap to add to the drama, and black heels to match, I felt more alive yet more uncomfortable than I had for the past five years.
One hour later, we were in front of ‘Temptation,’ a stripper club for the wealthy, powerful and most dangerous individuals you will ever lay your eyes on.
And my former workplace.
- Writer
