Humiliated

Martina
I'm currently in my office looking at photos of Paula that my detective sent me. It all started when Paula befriended one of her neighbors who rented one of my apartments. It is about a young woman who has abandoned her home and trades in imported goods. My detective who lives in the same building revealed to me that this woman has other activities which are, to say the least, illegal. So he discovered that she is a big pimp. She finds easy prey, diamond diggers ready to do anything to offer them to the authorities and big businessmen of the city, or those who are staying there, in return for money. Paula therefore took the bait. Besides, I'm not surprised, knowing her to be greedy. Because she is ready to do anything for money. I wonder if Steve knows or not. All in all, it doesn't concern me at all. As they say, "birds of a feather always fly together." I also have proof that she does not clear her goods or pay taxes. If I want, with a snap of fingers, Paula will fall from her perch where she is currently hoisted. I don't know if I should step in now, or let her gain more confidence and go higher so I can savor her dizzying fall when I clip her wings, or let the sun burn them when she flies near it. She doesn't know it yet, but I have Paula's fate in the palm of my hand.
For the moment, I'm a bit busy with an event that will take place next Saturday at one of my husband's friends. In fact, his friend is getting married and he is his best man. He would like me to help organize the ceremony, because his friend was very impressed by our wedding ceremony and he would like me to supervise the event. I only do it because my man asked me to, otherwise I would never have bothered with it. As a result, preparations are well under way. Everything is managed with a magnifying glass, so that this marriage succeeds. I don't like to fail in the tasks given to me. Many ignore it, but it is in such details that we are judged.
While I was concentrating on looking at the photos of Paula that my detective gave me, the door is opened, then I quickly put them back in the envelope, looking up at the door.
"Mr. Kurt! Are you ever going to learn how to knock before you come in? You scared me there!" I said nervously trying to recover from my emotions as Larry smiled as he walked towards me.
"Looks like I caught you robbing a bank there. What are you hiding like that, let's see."
He reached out to take the envelope with the photos. I quickly snatch it from his hands and scream at him
"No! It's a confidential file!"
"Relax sweetie! I'm your husband after all, do you want to hide it from me too?" He said making faces.
"At work you're just Mr. Kurt and not my husband." I answered without paying attention to his grimaces.
"Ah yes?! Well, that's not what this guy between my legs says who doesn't take orders from anyone." He replies, walking around my desk and lifting me up onto the table. He begins to caress my belly while kissing me.
"Stop bae..." I say in a weak voice, while I'm already all excited. He stops, looks at me then laughs
"Ah yes, are you sure? Well, that's not what your body is saying, which is already vibrating to the rhythm of my caresses."
I kick him while he's laughing
"You exaggerate Mr. Kurt." I replied, jumping up to kiss him passionately.
We end up making love on my desk. We adjust our clothes and I ask him
"Why did you come?"
"Because I wanted you." He responds by buttoning up his shirt.
"You're crazy, my faith! Driving more than an hour and a half in traffic jam just for that, when you just had to wait until evening to be served normally!"
"I wanted to be served now before being served normally in the evening." He replies with a cheeky smile.
"You are nuts Mr. Kurt!" I threw exceeded.
"Yes, it was your love that drove me crazy. Love you bae!" He said taking the road to go out and giving me a kiss from afar.
"Love you too sweetheart!" I answered.
It's always like that with Larry. He behaves with me as if we were newlyweds, when soon we will celebrate a year of marriage. He can even show up twice in a day just to make love. He's a real madman, but I love him so much. I must admit that he is an exceptional man who knew how to encrust himself in my heart without asking my permission. Once he's gone, I concentrate on my work and in the evening I come home. I kiss my little ones and stay to listen to them tell me about their day before going to wash up and prepare Larry's meal. He comes home later than me. Since I am a married woman, I always try to get home before he does. Even though I have a lot to do at work, I prefer to come home to work.
Saturday finally arrived, Larry and I go to his friend's wedding. We finish the wedding and the reception is scheduled for the evening. I wear a long emerald green dress that perfectly matches my curves. I put on high-heeled mules, the color matching my silver clutch. As soon as I go down to join Larry downstairs when he has been waiting for me for more than half an hour, he exclaims, his eyes full of stars
"Wow Amore mia!"
"Aren't you in a hurry anymore Mr. Kurt?" I smirked seeing him frozen in front of me.
"No, not at all Mrs. Kurt! What if we came to inaugurate this dress right away in our room and then you change another dress that will attract less men's gaze on you at this reception?"
"I like you, but it's no." I said giving him a kiss on the mouth.
"Oh bab, you're going to drive me crazy! How am I going to put up with all those idiots staring at your ass with their evil gaze?" He says sulking.
"I can't hear you anymore, see you in the car." I say leaving the house.
He follows me running and we get into the car. Luckily we arrived just a few minutes before the bride and groom entered. We sit at our table and then the bride and groom enter. The party is going very well and everyone is having a blast. I don't really like party nights, so after the prom where I was forced to dance with Larry under the call of the DJ, I prefer to sit and wait impatiently for a suitable time so I can go home without attracting the crowd's attention. Larry pulls me and forces me to come dance with him.
"My love, I don't know how to dance and you with your two left feet, let's not talk about it anymore. Do you want us to be ridiculed in front of everyone?" I inquired annoyed.
"You offend me there Mrs. Kurt! A whole me like this, quite a great dancer!" He said, pretending to be offended while trying to outline dance steps nonchalantly.
I laugh happily at Larry's dance faux pas. While I was having fun in front of his demonstrations of steps, I feel a liquid pouring on me. I turn around in anger to see what an idiot to dare, but I come across Paula who sketches a smirk on her lips
"Oh sorry Martina! I didn't pay attention! Look at your pretty dress, it must be ruined by now." She said with a fake sorry look. Everything shows that she did it intentionally.
"But you can't be careful, you crazy girl!" I retorted red with anger.
"I bet you did it on purpose huh? Get your filthy hands away from my dress." I retorted when she tries to reach out her hand to wipe away the stain left by the wine poured on me. I turn around in the direction of my table, all furious.
"I told you I didn't do it on purpose, didn't I?! Why are you saying such mean words to me?" She says raising her voice as all attention is already turning to us.
She goes on screaming louder while pretending to be sad
"So you're not ashamed to treat me like a nobody, me your big sister!"
"Enough Paula!" I said gritting my teeth in fury.
Larry runs over to me and wraps my shoulders asking me to calm down.
"You're just a mean heartless woman Martina, who treats her family like dirt. You're here playing the almighty when we all know you had to prostitute yourself to the fire Lorenzo to get all his possessions. You think you're better than the others, huh? You're not better than us, because we grew up together."
Paula was talking so loud that the music stopped. Everyone attended her ride, not to mention the paparazzi who missed no opportunity to record everything she said. I wanted so badly to jump on his neck and strangle him and at the same time, I was very embarrassed that I had participated in ruining the reception of Larry's friend's wedding. Larry having understood my state of mind, leads me outside. I hear Paula screaming even louder behind me
"Go ahead! Run away as usual. You are incapable of accepting your past. You are like us, you were not born with all this fortune!"
I want to turn around to give him a good smack, but Larry squeezes my shoulder and I pull myself together. We go to the car where he installs me and returns to apologize to his friend for the inconvenience. He does not take long to return then he starts for the house. The journey is done in silence, no one has dared to mention the subject. It's one of the qualities I love about Larry. He knows how, what and where to speak and when.
As soon as we get home, Larry leads me into the bedroom and takes care of me like a baby. He undresses me, leads me into the bathtub and washes me. He wipes me gently and comes back to settle in the bed. I say nothing, I only think about how Paula will suffer my anger. She's built herself a castle, but what she doesn't know is that it's a house of cards and I'm standing on it. Just one finger and it all comes crashing down. She's running through my hands, and we'll see how far she gets. I'm looking forward to Monday so I can take action