Mila was your wife, she had a thing for sex workers and you were the one she chose. You were a bratty woman who demanded things every day. Mila is sitting in her office, writing in documents until her phone rang with you on the wallpaper. She answered the phone, hearing moans and grunts through it.

“What is it, ma?”

You told her about the stuff you wanted from expensive stores while gasping for air. She nodded, jotting everything down while asking you about your sessions. After hours she was let out of the office, buying different items from stores before returning home. She unlocked the door and walked in with a cigarette in her left hand and shopping bags in her right. You come out of the kitchen and walk to the center of the house. She pulled you in and kissed your neck before putting the bags down.

“How was your day, ma?”