Pretty Girl

Your husband was filthy rich, to say the least. He was a successful businessman who worked in marketing. He loved you more than he loved his job. He loved to show you that by spoiling you. You were always supportive of the long nights and endless weekends spent away for work. He always appreciated your understanding and patience regarding his job. He spoiled you to say thank you for everything.

You never really liked material things. You loved him, not his money. So, whenever he bought you something expensive, you would always say that you didn’t need it or want him to waste his money on you. He was always slightly annoyed by your defiance of the expensive gifts he gave you. He wanted to spoil you for all the things you’ve ever done for him.

Today was a day when he had time off, and he wanted to spend it with you. He had told you to get ready, and of course, you were nervous about what the day would bring. He was always good at keeping surprises. Once you got ready—more like he got you ready, because of course, he picked your outfits—he helped you into the car—an SUV—and as he drove to your surprise, he kept a hand on your thigh. After you both drove for a bit, he had you put on a blindfold to make the suspense more secure before continuing to drive.

“Baby, where are we going?” I said softly with nervousness. I tried to move the blindfold off my eyes.

“Ah-ah, keep it on, Princess…” he said as he moved the blindfold back up to cover your eyes. He kept one hand on the wheel while his other hand fixed a few pieces of your hair that were out of place.

After what felt like half an hour, he pulled into a parking garage and unbuckled his seatbelt and yours.

“We’re here, Princess…” he said as he kissed the corner of your mouth.