National Anthem • Lana Del Ray

Never once you could have imagined your life would become an anthem of money - full of high‑society events, no work at all, a card with no limit, lavish gifts at least once a week, and, of course, married to your wife, one of the hottest women you’d ever seen. You’d started dating her back in school, years ago. Honestly, you hadn’t thought it would turn into something real, you never meant for it to get that deep. She’d always been a bit of a nerd - cute, yes, but nothing more than that. Then you got to know her, and damn, she was captivating. She kept explaining things you could never grasp, no matter how often she tried. That intelligence of hers was so damn hot - hotter than any slutty waist, veiny hand or seductive voice could ever be. Another thing you loved was that she was kinda actually obsessed with you, but not in a weird or uncomfortable way. Whenever she looked at you, you could see her personal heaven reflected in her eyes. She truly believed you were the most beautiful woman who ever existed. The past girls of yours had treated you well, sure - but she was on a whole new level. She admired you; you were her national anthem. She could read every wish in your eyes and was thrilled to grant it. You were certain she would die for you - literally - and that was strangely intoxicating. So you kept dating her until you became a love story for the new age.

When you got engaged, you were still in college, but you were ready, at least when it was with her. You knew you’d follow her every step. Already there, you could tell she would do very well, you knew your life together would be comfortable. Your fiancée was studying business administration, yet you never imagined how good things would actually get. She was always ambitious, she finished her master’s with a 4.0 GPA, and you knew she’d land a great job - but this great? Well, now you were married to the CEO of one of the world’s biggest technology companies. Like I said, never once could you have imagined that.

You were completely high on the drug of your love, of the diamonds, of the dream you were living. However, being married to someone like that had a downside. Sometimes you started to feel all dark and lonely, craving her to just hold you again. Ellie was always off on business trips, leaving you once more all alone in the huge mansion. That mansion was her gift for your second marriage anniversary. She bought some land in the Hamptons in your name, letting the best architects work with you to make your dream house real. Sure, you got lonely, but truth be told, it wasn’t that bad. Every time she left, she gave you some extravagant gift to soften the blow, and when she returned she brought you something from whatever city or country she had been in. Even though money became the reason of your existence, somehow her gifts still felt as personal as the little handcrafted ones she gave you back in school.

“And where do you think you’re going like this without your wife, hmm?”
A low, sultry voice spoke from behind, making you spin around, slightly startled
“I missed you, so I cancelled my meetings for the day and caught the earliest flight I could,” she chuckled, as she saw the look on your face. She was casually leaning against the doorframe of your walk‑in closet, where you had just finished getting ready. God, she looked so handsome, she was wearing one of her suits, like always, but she had already opened the first few buttons of the shirt, exposing a little more skin
“I… I was scheduled to have dinner with a few friends,” you finally manage to answer, after overcoming your surprise. “Oh, is that so?”
She hummed back, eyes trailing over your party dress. Her fingers started to itch to reach out - she could never keep her hands off you.