In Love With My Bully-Chapter 35: Secrets Unveiled

It took me a couple of minutes to calm down from my sputters of laughter.

"You’re mad over this?" I asked again with an incredulity to my voice.

"Richard, I’m getting even more annoyed."

"Okay... okay...." I stopped laughing and gestured on the bed for her to sit down. She sat at the edge of the bed, her guard still up.

"I thought you were mad over something else. I warred with myself all the way back from Atlanta if I should tell you or not, when I got here and I saw you, we were happy, I wanted it to stay that way."

"You still aren’t making sense, Richard."

"I was surprised to find her at my door. She had told Martin that I invited her. He didn’t think anything of it. Well, she got into my room and well... she ... she tried to kiss me--- I pulled her by the arm all the way down and got her in a car for Martin to drop her off at the airport; which is the part of the photos taken."

I finished and gave her my best ’you’re-an-idiot’ look.

"Oh my God...!" she sighed, her eyes closed and her hand on her chest. "Oh my God! I thought...!"

"I know what you thought... but how could you think that from these pictures alone. I thought you were told something much more damning."

"Well, it’s not like you had a great track record too, Mr. I ran to my Mistress on my wedding night!" she shouted.

"That was different and you know it!" I emphasized with a finger pointed at her. "I demand an apology."

"For what?" she gave an incredulous look and plopped into bed, her back to me.

"Emotional trauma!"

"Oh, don’t be a baby. Go to sleep,"

"Me a baby. I wasn’t the one who had my panties in a bunch over a couple harmless photos. Just admit you were jealous,"

"When hell freezes over,"

I laughed and lay back down, I turned my back to her and felt that familiar feeling of happiness and contentment envelope me once more.

Nita shifted behind me and draped an arm around my chest. "I’m sorry,"

"It’s okay. It’s heartwarming to know you are possessive about me just as I am about you,"

"I hate that bitch!" she said with spiteful conviction and I chuckled. But something didn’t make sense. Gwen had never dared before plus who took those photos and sent it to Nita.

*****

As Mary had instructed, we dedicated this Saturday to making a public appearance. We were at a celebrity wedding I had been invited to.

It was a famous musician we usually invited to events. He was getting married to an upcoming actress.

Nita was wearing a shimmery Saint Laurent dress that hugged all her curves. My hand was constantly on her ass all through the ceremony like some claim of ownership.

I wanted the world to know that ass was mine, they don’t get to look.

"There are kids around, Richard! Get your hand off my ass!" she swatted my hand away but a second later it was back in its rightful place.

"I don’t think kids care about your ass and all the men in here are looking at your ass. Think of my hand as an ass brand,"

"You’re impossible," The new couple finished their vows and we headed up to say our congratulations. After the church service, we headed to the reception venue close by. I promised Mary we would stay for at least an hour at the reception, and whatever photo-op she needed, should be done in that time.

The couple had their first dance, and other couples were invited to join them. I extended a hand to Nita for a dance.

"Richard, you know I suck at these kinds of dances," she looked at me alarmed. "We are supposed to be saving the face of our marriage not making it a media joke,"

"Just let me lead you. Just like at our wedding," I reminded her. She smiled and put her hand in mine. We headed to the floor and I held her in my arms. She looked up at me, her hand on my chest as we moved to the soft rhythm.

"Do you remember our first dance?" she asked.

"Yeah, you stepped on my foot... on purpose, I might add,"

She laughed, "Yeah, you weren’t exactly my favorite person back then,"

"Oh, did I move up on the favorite person list?"

"You’re definitely in the lower top ten now,"

I laughed happily, she placed her head on my chest and everything was right with the world.

About thirty minutes later, I was just about done and we decided to head home when we ran into Gwen.

"Hey, hi, Richard!" she said with a suspiciously sweet smile. She was looking as radiant as ever, wearing a royal blue velvet dress shimmering with rhinestones.

"Hi Gwen, I believe you have met my wife, Mrs Numero,"

"Yes," she glanced condescendingly at Nita, "We have met briefly,"

"Well, enjoy the party." With my hand still firmly placed on Nita’s waist, we walked towards the car.

"I’ll see you soon, Richard,"

"I hate that bitch!" Nita said between gritted teeth.

"Is that your new slogan or something?"

"Oh, get lost!" she snapped and got into the car. I chuckled. I was enjoying this side of her really. Made me feel .... Loved?

*****

We headed to my parents’ house on the way home, my in-laws were already there but my mum was nowhere to be found.

"Ah, we have been waiting for you," my dad said as we entered the living room.

"Hi mum, hi dad!" Nita greeted her parents and walked up to my dad for a hug.

"Where’s mum?" I asked after I said my greetings to everyone.

"She was tired after a while so she headed inside for a nap," Nita’s dad said. I looked at my dad, that was impossible, Mum never took a nap when there were guests in the house. My dad looked back at me, a twinge of sadness in there. Something was wrong, I could feel it.

"She’s sick, isn’t she?" Nita said like she had suspected something before me. I looked at my dad waiting for his response and then to Nita, who looked back at me with tears stinging her eyes. Her parents were just as curious as I was.

I turned to my father again, "Dad?"