Chapter 31. His Anger

I debate with myself if I should follow him or not. I decide to. I walk in and sit down on the desk in front of him.

“So, what’s the plan?” I ask, smiling at him, lifting my leg up onto the chair.

“Catching up on work,” he replies, without looking at me. Ouch, that hurt. I get up and walk to our bedroom. I wonder if putting on something sexy will help? I grab a chemise and walk downstairs in it. I sit on the desk again, hoping to get a reaction. He doesn’t seem bothered; he just keeps working around me. I walk upstairs, feeling frustrated, wanting him to pay attention to me.

The rejection hurts so much more than it would have if he had just walked away from me. Walking into one of the rooms, I look around and decide to try another way. I grab my phone and message him.

Me - Come find me. I still need to be punished for going to work drunk.

I stand here, blindfold on, waiting. It must have been around 20 minutes. I am ready to give up and leav