Respect Me: Part I: Doc Exclusives by Arthurs Nia

Author:Arthurs, Nia
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-06-13T16:00:00+00:00

Seventeen

Harriet

I take command of the exclusive boutique and point at things. Clothes. Shoes. Purses. Wallets. Things I normally purchase in increments. Christmas. Birthdays. Special occasions.

Not today.

Today, I grab them in one sweep.

I put my husband’s credit card on the counter and smile at the cashier. She’s young. Hair scraped back. Eyes wide and innocent. The world hasn’t beaten the naïveté out of her yet.

“This is a lot.” The surprise in Pax’s voice is thick. The smile on her face is thin.

“I’m in the mood for excess.”

“That’s…” She blinks rapidly. Pax is wearing red today. A matador’s color. It flows around her like a flag taunting a bull. “Excuse me.” Pax tells the cashier. She plants her elbows on the counter and spies on the total. Her eyes go wide. “Oh. Wow. What’s the occasion?”

“Revenge.”

Her eyebrows shoot for the ceiling.

And maybe I push out my chest a little, but I can celebrate my evil if I want to.

“Really.”

“Well?” I gesture to the cashier. Then flick my fingers at the card.

She rings up the total and it goes through.

Of course it does.

My husband is the CEO of a well-known sports agency. He can afford to lose the cash.

He won’t like it.

But he can afford it.

“Have these sent to the address on file,” I say confidently, accepting the card back and putting it in my purse.

“I’d need to confirm the address, ma’am. I don’t want to make any mistakes.” The cashier trembles.

I take pity on her. After all, my revenge has nothing to do with this poor girl.

“Go ahead.”

She places a finger on the mouse. Moves it up and down. Eyes focus on the computer. The girl rattles off an address that doesn’t belong to me. An address I’ve never heard in my life.

My eyes widen. “Are you sure that’s correct?”

“Is something wrong?” Pax glances between me and the computer as if she can magically connect to the software.

The cashier breaks out into a cold sweat. “L-let me check again.”

I nod. Confident in my plan. At ease in my own skin for the first time since my fight with my husband yesterday.

Let him photograph me spending his money. Let his spies report on my bags filled with luxury. Money in the form of shoes, clothes and purses. Jewelry purchased for the sake of status rather than necessity.

“I’m sorry.” The cashier snaps me free of my mental victory lap. “The address I gave you is the last address saved with this card.”

My stomach drops to my toes.

Dread winds over my body like a snake about to crush me alive.

No.

It can’t be.

All at once, the victory that had surged through my veins putters out like a limp balloon. Horror fills me instead. It gathers around my neck. Drains all the oxygen from my lungs.

Pax loops her arms through mine. “Harriet, are you okay?”

“Ma’am?” The girl leans forward. She’s about to hyperventilate. Everyone can taste my displeasure.

“Say it again.”

“Ma’am.”

“Tell me the address again.”

She does.

That’s not my address.

My home.

The place I share with my husband.

It belongs to someone else.

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