I snorted. Christopher really did have a way with words. The relationship between his parents drew envy from the crowd just by listening to them speak to one another in a loving manner. “Is your mother’s hair done up by your father?” I was in disbelief.
Her hair was tied up beautifully, fitting for a lady of her status. It wasn’t a simple ponytail as it appeared, but rather a fashionable variation of it. This style did not appear either childish or old-fashioned, however. She shone with the radiance of a mature woman in full bloom.
“Of course he did. My dad is a powerful man in his company but not many people know how meek he is toward his wife at home,” Christopher teased as he pulled me in front of the mirror and pulled out the make-up kit.
I was overwhelmed with the sheer number of make-up products he had in that kit. As a woman, it was essential to have a face redeemable with make-up. But since Mother had left the Tanner family, we have lived a life of vagrancy, knowing nothing about dressing up. It would be inappropriate for me to attend the party in a simple ponytail.
“Isn’t there something simpler for me?” I gestured helplessly at the numerous make-up products.
“Why do you have this many requests? Fine, I’ll help you.” Christopher pressed me down into a chair, washed his hands, and rolled up his sleeves.
“You know how to apply make-up too?” I asked in disbelief. “Are you actually a man?”
“Didn’t you just experience the true extent of my manhood? If that wasn’t enough for you, we can go back and relive that experience several more times. I guarantee that you wouldn’t be able to get out of bed for at least three days.” Christopher lifted my chin with the poise of a confident lover.
I thought it wiser to not respond to that. Christopher was exceptionally talented in bed, the type that would go seven times a night. Though when I thought that it sounded exaggerated when reading about it, but now that it applied to Christopher, I found it to be word for word. He could take me to bed and make love all night, save the time spent in between for sleep and meals. I was left with no doubt that he would have been capable of letting me experience what it was truly like being a woman.
After a while, Christopher set down the eye shadow to hand me the mirror. “Here, time to witness a miracle by yours truly.”
I stared at my reflection with surprise. It was simple makeup that had brought on a lovely effect. Before, my makeup had been done by another make-up artist which looked a little heavy to my tastes. However, this natural look that Christopher had managed to create accentuated the natural beauty of my features.
I touched my face, in awe at his expertise in nearly everything. “You look like a typical dude but you’re not as dumb as they are,” I remarked.
“That’s very kind of you,” Christopher replied courteously. “Your name is engraved on my heart.” He took my hand and kissed it lightly.
I was flabbergasted. Everything was fine until he started saying these stupid sweet nothings, which made me feel so loved that I felt like crying.
“I’ll be outside to get rid of them.” Christopher stood up. “Come out in ten minutes.” He rubbed my cheek with affection as I nodded obediently, though I was so attached at that moment that I did not want him to leave.
I tugged at his arm, unwilling to part with him even for ten minutes. My days with Christopher were simple and peaceful. It would be nice if we could carry on living like this forever.
“What is it? Do you miss me already?” He teased, pinching my nose.
“Yes, I do,” I answered with a truthful nod.
“Hurry up and get a divorce. Then we’ll be together at last.”
“It won’t be long now after we get back. Besides, Lyle is pretty set on being with Crystal.” I shrugged. “Please don’t get involved with other women when you’re out and about,” I added before I could stop myself.
He was such a desirable man. With hardly any effort, I was sure that he could have gotten any woman he wanted. Actually, I was able to tell that Monica was into him by the way she constantly stood next to him and pretended to be his girlfriend. She didn’t even bother correcting the assumption that she was his fiancée.
“You’re an awfully jealous girl, aren’t you?” Christopher smiled. “I will if you won’t flirt with other men too, not even your current husband. Do you understand? You are mine.” Christopher hugged me once more before leaving. I watched him depart with a smile on my lips.
Though Christopher had always claimed dominion over me in such a domineering and possessive manner, I loved hearing that as it sounded very romantic.
