Dirty Wife Games by Clarissa Wild

Author:Clarissa Wild [Wild, Clarissa]
Language: nld
Format: epub
Publisher: Clarissa Wild
Published: 2017-02-28T08:00:00+00:00

14.

Accompanying Song: “Logos” by Ludovico Einaudi

Hyun

Now

I park my car far away from the building and grab my cell phone, calling Annushka’s number. “Hey, it’s me. Are you alone?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“I’m standing in front of your building. Mind if I come up?”

Mr. Reed is a lot less strict than Greg is when it comes to giving Annushka privileges. She can go where she wants, as long as she tells him beforehand, and she can even invite people to the house.

“Uh, sure … Are you okay?” she asks.

“No, not really,” I mutter as I walk in and go to the elevator, pressing the button to her floor. “But I’ll be right there.”

I turn off the phone and tuck it into my pocket while waiting for the elevator to finally reach the floor she lives on. I know exactly where to go because she told me where she lives. We’ve been in contact with each other ever since that dinner with the four of us. In secret, of course. We send each other emails and talk on the phone for short amounts of time when our husbands were away. We talk about them and how difficult our lives are. She helped me get through those painful months.

And even now, when I don’t know where else to go to feel safe, I go to her.

Even when she’s married to another monster.

As I approach her door, I’m about to knock, but she opens it before I do.

She grabs my arms and checks around the corner. “No one followed you?”

“No.”

“Good.” She bats her fake eyelashes as she stares me down. “Then get in.”

She pulls me inside and slams the door shut behind me. “Sorry, I have to be careful,” she says as she takes my coat.

“I understand,” I reply. Mr. Reed doesn’t like unwanted visitors. Only friends he can trust. And I’m not sure which category I belong to now.

She walks to her kitchen and puts on coffee. “Want some coffee?”

“Yes, please,” I say.

She chuckles. “You don’t have to be so cordial to me, you know. You can say ‘yeah.’ Or something. I don’t know.” She shrugs.

“Thanks, I’ll remember that,” I say, smiling. She smiles back and puts some coffee in the pot.

“Go on. Sit down. There’s plenty of space.” She points at the couch and the chairs near the fireplace.

I was still admiring her home because it’s so damn huge. I’ve never visited here, but now that I have, I understand why Greg always seemed to want to boast to Mr. Reed about something. It wasn’t because he was so proud. It was because he was trying to one-up him.

Greg is jealous of Mr. Reed’s wealth.

I smirk as I sit down on a velvety red chair, sinking all the way down, which looks ridiculous. Before Annusha returns with the coffee, I quickly push myself up and try to sit as natural as possible.

“So how are you doing?” she asks as she puts down the cups.

“Thanks,” I say, picking up the cup. “Not so good.”

She sits down next to me and casually folds her legs on the chair, almost sitting in a cross-legged position.

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