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Cinder really enjoyed keeping score in her relationship with
Chad. She would do so much for him that he could not possibly want for
anything, but it was never without a price. Chad enjoyed the finest wine,
tailored suits, and he had a beautiful silver Jaguar to drive whenever he
wanted to. He didn’t have to work, but he liked the attention he garnered when
he got off the elevator in shiny, sharkskin pants and matching jacket, and
Cinder knew it.
Cinder would shop for the best deals, even though they had
plenty of money. It made Chad happy when she could forget that she was a
billionaire’s daughter and just live life with him like a “normal” person. Cinder
went along with his idea of “normal” until she became sick.
The attentive care that she gave to Chad she wanted in
return. She had spent so much time spoiling him with everything he wanted that
he did not know how to do it for anyone else, or maybe he just didn’t care. While
she was going through chemotherapy she had days that she would be tethered to
the bed, and bathroom of their master bedroom, so exhausted that it was
difficult to move from one place to the next. Chad would go shopping on his way
home from work and just drop the bag on the bed before he went back into the
living room to watch the latest football match. Cinder was hurt and furious.
Several weeks of this kind of treatment from Chad was more
than Cinder could bear. When she was able to get up again, she was hell-bent on
revenge. She decided to fix Chad a romantic dinner to thank him for taking care
of things the way he did while she was sick. He came home to candles on the
table, and soft music playing in the background. Oblivious to the subtle
indicators he set his things on the table opposite the bottle of wine.
“There’s a game on tonight Cin,” he said.
“I thought we could have an intimate dinner before the
game,” she said from the other room.
“Yeah, alright,” he said while he crossed the room and
reached for the remote.
“Are you coming to the table Chad?”
“Yeah, sure Cin, I’m coming,” he said as he reluctantly put
the remote back on the living room table and meandered into the dining room.
Cinder came around the corner wearing a bright red gown that
swooped low in the front and hugged her hips while leaving the back free until
the curve of her ass met the fabric again. Red was Chad’s favorite colour on her. Her
hair was pulled up in a hot messy sweep with errant strands brushing the side
of her face and neck.
“Wow, you look really good Cin,” Chad said.
“Thank you. Now sit down so we can eat before the game
starts.”
Cinder carried out two plates with metal covers on the top
to keep them hot; she set one down at her place, and the other at Chad’s. Chad’s
eyes were as hungry for Cinder as they were for the game he seemed to have
forgotten.
Cinder poured each of them a glass of wine and sat down to
eat.
When the meal was finished Chad pointed to the TV and asked
“You gonna watch the game with me?”
“Sure, give me just a minute or two to clean this mess up.”
To anyone looking in at the situation, Cinder was calm, and
Chad was relaxing on the sofa as he slipped his shoes off, but underneath the
calm exterior was a woman scorned. Chad had betrayed her and she intended on
making him pay. She put the dishes in the kitchen and fixed a brownie sundae for
his dessert.
“Here you go Chad,” Cinder said as she handed him dessert.
Chad licked the whipped cream top and wrapped his arm around
Cinder joined him on the couch. He ate the first bite of the brownie
with a groan of contentment. By the time he had finished his dessert the peanut
oil she used to make the brownies had started to react. First, he started to
itch; then his skin became pale and he started wheezing. Cinder watched as he
started becoming weak and confused. She smiled and put her finger on his lips.
“Shhhh, darling, the game is about to start.”
Chad’s eyes opened wide. His words were strangled in his
throat. Just before he went unconscious Cinder kissed him. “I know it’s hard to
know how to thank me for all that I’ve done, but I figured out a way that you
could do just that Chad. Don’t try to talk, pretty soon your air will be gone
and you will just go to sleep. Quiet now, the game is on.”
k~
For
the Scriptic.org prompt exchange this
week, Bewildered Bug at http://www.bewilderedbug.com
gave me this prompt: “She
goes out of her way to visit twenty different stores just to get the best
deals, save money and get the products he truly loves, whether she is well,
exhausted or sick and through rain, sleet or shine. When she was bed-ridden,
however, he went to only one store and gets what would be “good enough” for
three times the price, only to throw the shopping bag on the bed and turn the
TV onto the latest football match.”
I gave Tara Roberts at http://thinspiralnotebook.wordpress.com this prompt: A woman runs into an ex who is shopping with his pregnant wife. While they were dating, he told her he didn't want to have children. How do they deal with the face to face that follows?
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A woman scorned is a dangerous thing. Can't say I blame her too much.
ReplyDeleteShe was a little bit deadly. Thanks for taking time to read and respond Tara.
DeleteKarma in this life or the next - we all get what we deserve, don't we? It's the chemotherapy that fires the reader up... without that she should have just sent him packing..
ReplyDelete:-) Thank you for the feedback, it is appreciated.
DeleteAmazing. I don't blame her for reacting the way she did. I apologise for the long winded prompt -was feeling a bit scorned myself that day! :S You did an amazing job with it though! Thank you!
ReplyDeleteI am glad that you enjoyed what became of it. :-)
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