Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
ROSALYN
It’s been two weeks of problems non-stop at Tony’s construction company. He’s gone every single day and doesn’t come home until late at night. I’ve been doing my best to stay in control and not get jealous or aggravated, but my emotions seem to get the better of me.
Every night he’s late. Maybe he should just change his hours, and I won’t have my hopes up.
I wonder if today will be the same. Should I just go back home to visit my parents?
Maybe then Tony will miss me enough to realize I’m gone.
It’s day three of no sex. Three days and he’s come home so late that I’ve been asleep.
Doubt pounds into my head. Is he telling the truth about all these incidents?
I call his cell phone, and it goes straight to voicemail.
Feeling emboldened by my growing jealousy, I call his office number.
“Hello, you have reached Cynthia, Tony’s assistant.
Please leave a message at the beep.” I end the call.
I had no idea he gave me her number instead of his direct line.
Why would he do that? “My calls need to be fielded first!” I hiss, anger getting the best of me.
I call back again, and this time she picks up. “Walker Construction. This is Cynthia. How can I help you?”
“I’m calling to speak to my husband. This is Rosalyn.”
“Rosalyn? I’m sorry. Who is your husband?” Her voice gives away that she has no idea that I’m the boss’s wife.
“Mr. Walker.” He didn’t even tell her my name?
“Oh yes. I’m sorry, but he’s busy at the moment with Mrs. Willard. I can tell him that you called.”
“Mrs. Willard? Never mind.” I ended the call on that note.
Tony doesn’t speak about his work when he comes home.
All he does is worship my body until I fall asleep.
Maybe I’m overreacting. If he doesn’t spend night after night fucking me, then I should be concerned.
It’s been three days. Has he gotten bored with me?
I go about my day feeling more and more wearied.
I used to be a CNA in Indiana, but since I married and moved to Texas, I need to apply for licensure here.
Although Tony has made it clear, he’d prefer I didn’t work.
He wants me to live like a princess, and I can’t blame him.
Working as a CNA isn’t a piece of cake. It’s hard and a labor of love that doesn’t pay that much.
Perhaps I’ll just get my RN degree instead which would make working out of the house worth the hours.
Prior to meeting Tony that had been my plan.
Now I don’t have to work and go to school.
I spend the rest of the day looking into nursing programs in the area. Everything is going to take years to finish, but nothing worth having is easy. I make dinner and Tony’s still not home. As if he hears me mentally cursing him out, my phone rings, so I answer his call. “Hello.”
“Hey, babe. I’m sorry. Things are shit again. I’m going to be working late. I swear I’ll try to get out of here in the next hour.”
“Okay. I’ll put away your dinner. See you later.” I end the call because even though we married on a passionate whim and I’m madly in love with him, Tony and I haven’t said those words to each other. I know lust and alcohol got us this far, but I’m not sure if it will work in the end. I need more.
I clean up the kitchen, feeling too tense to eat, so I pack up dinner and head to bed. By the time he comes home, I refuse to wake more than to acknowledge his presence. A part of me wants to scream at him and the other wants to cry. I choose neither and remain asleep.
Day number six in a row. He’s working late and I’ve fallen asleep before he’s gotten home. I stopped calling his office two days ago because his assistant doesn’t like me and it’s clear she finds my calls unprofessional. I hate the bitch.
As soon as he’s gone from work, I give my mother a call. “Mom, how are you doing?”
“I’m good, but I miss my little girl. How is married life with that handsome man of yours?”
“Okay. The thing is…I don’t know.”
“Uh-oh. Don’t make your father hire someone to kick his ass. What happened?”
“Nothing really. He says he has to work late every night. He only calls me once a day and usually he’s in a rush. If he doesn’t want to be married to me he can easily get a divorce. I don’t have grounds for taking much since we’re just going on one month.”
“Sweetie, calm down. Has he been neglecting you in the bedroom?”
“Mom. Really? This conversation?”
“Please. I’m not asking for details, but if you’re busy making love often then he’s probably just working hard.
If he smells like he showered before coming home or if he smells like another woman then you have something to worry about.
And then you can call your father.” The threat in her voice is scary.
“I’m sure it’s just work, but everything is so new for us.”
“Yes. I wish you would have waited, but what’s done is done. We just want you two to be happy.”
“Thank you. I need to get my jealousy under control. I’m just at home all the time.”
“Have you made any friends?”
“So far only his sister.”
“Then maybe hang out with her and go from there. Do you talk to your neighbors?”
“Just the woman next door.”
“Well, it’s a start. Have you given any thought to getting your degree?”
“I’m not sure. It all depends on how things go with Tony. I love him, but…”
She sighs and in her motherly voice says, “Talk to him.”
“I will.”