At the Heir's Request

Chapter 36

Shanique Munroe-Grant

Anderson had me fucked up.

He thinks he can just speak to me anyway that he please and do whatever he likes and I'm going to just sit here and take it. Someday lied to him about that one.

Walking out of our shared bathroom I dressed quickly in my green and creme bowed blouse and green tailored paints. I paired it off with my nude red bottom heels.

My hair was in a curly updo and my makeup was light. I turned in my floor length mirror as I match my clutches with my outfit.

Although I have a satchel that holds my laptop and documents, I like to keep my office attires cute and coordinated. Settling on my  nude clutch that has the thin  red line running along the flap, my outfit was complete.

Applying my day to day fragrance, a vanilla Dior scent, I left the room in search of my baby and that husband of mine. Skeng was by his bowls eating his breakfast. His daycare bag was by the counter.

I hadn't gotten to read his daily report last night because I was so mad at Anderson. He really pissed me off with the way he dismissed me yesterday over a simple question. On top of that he didn't come home until almost three in the morning.

'Where the fuck was he? His meeting ended at five, that was what was in his meeting calendar. Even if it didn't end at that time, it sure as hell didn't run until three AM.

Thinking about this got me upset all over again. Is it that he's seeing someone else? I have never had any reason to suspect him of cheating before but now he has my mind racing.

Dropping the puppy's report card I went in search of the clothes Anderson had on yesterday. I found them on top of his laundry basket and pulled them out. Sniffing them, I almost gagged.

They reeked of alcohol and a mixture of perfumes. I can't tell if it belongs to a male or female. One fact that does stand out to me, however, is that Anderson was drinking. I thought we were over this.

Throwing the clothes back into the basket I headed towards his office. I assume that's where he slept this morning. The door was locked. He's not in there then.

Where is he?

I search the entire apartment looking in the two other unoccupied bedrooms coming up short. He's not here. Checking the time I realize that it's well past 9 AM and I was late.

I ran to pack Skeng's bag but on close inspection, I realized it was already packed. Anderson never packed his bag before. I quickly go over the contents of the bag finding everything there. You couldn't tell that I wasn't the one who did it.

I was absolutely impressed.

Grabbing the puppy bag, my satchel and purse along with Skeng, I hobbled towards the garage. The first thing I noticed was that Anderson's car was missing.

He left.

I tried not to spend too much time thinking about it. I tossed the bags into the bag seat and strapped Skeng in the front passenger seat. I need to drop him off at school and then get my ass to work.

Starting up the car I retrieved my phone from my pocket and dialed Andrea. I need to let her know that I'm running late.

"Good morning Ms Munroe." Andrea answers the phone. I don't like that Ms Munroe sumn deh.

I've been thinking a lot about announcing my marriage but I keep holding back. For one, me and Anderson are just coming out of a traumatic situation and I don't think we are strong enough to deal with the backlash announcing her elopement will attract.