Page 112 of Fractured
I’m sitting at her window again tonight. It’s well past 10:00 p.m. and her lights are still on. I dig out my phone.
Alexander: Good night, Mrs. Russo.
Three little bubbles appeared on my phone.
Isabella: Nite
Fuck yea!! I pump my fist in the air and go to my room. It’s not much, but I at least got one word back.
Friday:
Alexander: Good morning, Mrs. Russo.
I waited for those bubbles, but nothing. I slump in my desk chair. I bite my lip and sigh. Her delivery is this morning. I wanted to keep her off track, so the times varied. I look at my watch. It’s close to ten, so I leave my desk and jog up to her room to take my seat. I rub my hands together. She has to break soon and text me after this one.
The truck parks, and she has already opened the door. She must have heard him pull up. She does her usual smile and then she takes the big pink box with the white bow into the house.
I got her a huge Harry Potter sweatshirt she can grow into with Gryffindor leggings, a Gryffindor scarf, and a huge box of Caramel Chews. I dig out my phone from my pocket and wait for the bubbles to appear. Nothing. Suddenly, her front door flies open and she’s marching across the yard towards the house in her HP slippers.
Oh, shit! I scramble from the window and b-Line it to the stairs. I’m on the second landing when she storms through the foyer straight to my office. She doesn’t even see me. Her little fists are clenched, her jaw is tight, and her eyes are blazing green. I shouldn’t feel this way, but she makes my cock hard when she is all mad and pouty, like an angry kitten.
I sauntered down the stairs and watch her literally kick open the office door.
“Alexander!” she bellows. I laugh. Now who’s yelling all the time? Carlos comes flying around the corner and I put my finger to my lips, shh.
He glares at me and walks over to Isabella, who is stompingaround my office.
“Izzy? Are you all right?” Carlos’s voice is low and quiet.
“No, I’m not, okay? Where is that butterscotch asshole?” It takes everything to hold my laugh in.
“Butterscotch? Izzy, who are you talking about?”
“Alexander. Get him here now, Carlos.”
Carlos is backing out my door and looks over at me. “WTF?” he mouths at me. I smile and wave him off. I go to the door and my bunny is pacing in front of my desk. She has on her HP slippers I got her, and she has on that cream sweater I love on her with simple black leggings.
She sees me and freezes and then her cheeks turn pink, and she raises one eyebrow, her teeth are gritted together, and she points at me.
“What the fuck is the game, Alexander? Huh?”
I casually walk past her and sit in my chair. “No game, Isabella. Just showering my wife with the gifts she deserves.”
“Oh please, I don’t need or want gifts. What’s with the butterscotch pudding every night? Did you tell Rose I wanted butterscotch pudding?”
I smile and fold my hands on top of the desk. “Yes, she said you’ve eaten it every meal, so I assumed you liked it.”
She crosses her arms over her little belly, and that makes me want to kiss her tummy.
“Oh, so you’re watching my meals now?”
“I watch everything you do, love. I can’t help it.”
She drops her arms at her sides and leans over my desk. “Don’t say that, like ever!” She swipes her hand in the air.
“Say what, bunny?”
She points at me now, “Or that. I’m not your anything.”
