Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“I know. She’s like the best employee I have,” she praises. “She finds the gems. Case in point, that dress.”
“Okay, so the big question now is are we doing a reception dress?” Zoey asks from the side.
“I don’t know if I want to,” I admit, looking at myself in the mirror. “I kind of want to live in this dress now,” I say, making everyone laugh.
“This is a record for the fastest appointment in history,” Bianca states, and I can’t help but gush and look at myself in the mirror.
The appointment was supposed to take three hours. At least that is what I told Daniel when I left him. We all walk out of the dress shop into the cold wind. “Are we going for lunch?” Sofia asks, and I look at them.
“I’m going to head home,” I say. “Daniel just got home from a week away, and I want to spend time with him.”
“I want to go shopping,” my mother interjects, “and knock some of the Christmas gifts off the list.”
It takes a full thirty minutes to say goodbye to everyone before Zoey and I jump into a cab to share it. I think about texting Daniel, but instead, I look out the window at all the Christmas decorations in the shop windows. It’s the most magical time of the year in the city, and I love it. I love everything about Christmas, and I’m thinking of maybe baking some sugar cookies when I reach the house. “Thank you so much for today.” I reach over and hug Zoey. “I couldn’t do it without you.” I kiss her cheek, then get out of the cab. “Call me, and we can have breakfast tomorrow,” I suggest before slamming the car door.
Walking up the steps to the front door, I slide my key in and turn the lock. Stepping into the entrance, I quietly close the door behind me. I place my purse on the table at the door, right next to a Christmas tree decoration I put there last week. Shrugging off my jacket, I hang it in the closet before kicking off my black boots and placing them right next to Daniel’s black dress shoes he took off when he got in late last night.
I step into the house, looking at the living room on my left-hand side that now looks like Santa Claus threw up in it. As soon as Thanksgiving finishes, I take out the Christmas decorations, and this year was no different. In the corner of the room, my perfect tree is lit up with white twinkle lights, and the silver, rose-gold, and white ornaments are perfectly placed. The L-shaped couch even has the red-and-white throw pillows that have Merry Christmas stitched in the middle of them, with a red plush throw blanket draped on the side.
I’m about to walk into the kitchen when I hear a squeak from upstairs, so I walk over to the staircase with garland all along the banister with lights interwoven. I hold on as I walk up the first step. I don’t know why, but it suddenly feels like I’m in a scary movie, and the killer is waiting for me at the top of the stairs. I’m halfway up the stairs when I hear the faint sound of moaning, and my eyes go big. Oh my God, is he jerking off? I think to myself, getting a touch pissed off. Especially when I tried to get him in the mood last night and even this morning, and all he could do was tell me he was tired. I shake my head as I get to the top of the steps, seeing our door is closed, which is weird since we never, ever close the door.
My hand goes to the handle when I hear, “Oh, God, yes!” It’s not Daniel’s voice, making my stomach lurch to my throat. The handle turns in my hand, and I push open the door to my worst nightmare. There, in the middle of my king-size bed, is Daniel plowing his very-married-with-three-children coworker Sarah. The same coworker who has always been super friendly to me and always fucking there at company events. “Harder,” she eggs him on, and I don’t know how long I stand here. My feet are stuck to the floor, my head feels like it’s going to explode, the room feels like it’s spinning around and around, and I think I’m going to pass out. I reach out to grab the doorjamb, and I must make noise because their heads both whip to me. “Oh my God!” Sarah shrieks as she tries to get out from under a naked Daniel and cover herself.
“Jesus, Zara!” Daniel shouts, scurrying away from a naked Sarah, who hovers at the corner of my bed on my favorite plaid duvet cover that I put on this week. My bed. Mine. Ours. She spots her shirt that must have been tossed to the side in their haste to fuck in my bed. I watch them both trying to cover themselves before I turn away from them and run down the steps to the front door.