Morning comes, and I make sure her breakfast is an all-star one with sausage, bacon, eggs, hashbrowns, and pancakes so she’s full. Then, I promise to give her a healthy dicking for lunch, which I do in my office so she’s stuffed.
It’s near the end of the day when my phone rings, and I take the call in my office while Marilyn bakes in the kitchen.
“Hello, Jack.”
“I saw you two on TV.”
“Yeah.”
“She won’t talk to me.”
“Honestly, she hasn’t really spoken to anyone. We’ve been busy, but she misses you. If you love her, I will say this.” I go on to explain my plan to him and then end the call just as Marilyn knocks on my office door.
“Come in,” I call out. “Love, you don’t have to knock.” I stand up and walk around to greet her with a light kiss to her lips.
“It’s your office.”
“Consider it yours, too.”
“No.”
“Anyway. We have a problem. Myla’s husband’s here, and we need you in the kitchen.”
“Okay. I’m coming.” I wink at her, and she gives me her usual response to my perverted innuendos: an eye roll.
“So what is the problem?”
“The designs for the wedding have been shared online,” he says. He watches his wife like a hawk, so he must know something I don’t.
“What? That’s not possible.”
“It is.” She pulls a camera out of the bench table near the door. We look at each other, and she shakes her head.
“It’s off now, but it was working for the past week. It turned on when they were here with those reporters. Those weren’t reporters. They were here to steal recipes and ideas from us,” Marilyn sobs. “The wedding is next week.”
“Calm down, mon amour. I’ll fix it.”
“How did you find this?”
“My husband stalks me…apparently. He found my likeness online and was pissed when I had no idea.”
“We’ll destroy them.”
“Good. I want them ruined. I’ll make this better. I have to call Elsa, okay? It might not be a big deal because the bride is a diva. She might want to be the talk of the town.”
“Sounds like a good thing, yes, unless it’s in a negative light.”
“We’ll work it out. I promise.” I kiss her lips and then head into my office to deal with the wedding planner and her entitled bride who makes every bridezilla look like a sweet sugarplum fairy.