When Sasha walked through the front door of the Cape Cod style town home she shared with Darren, she was teeming with excitement and anticipation, it was their 5-year wedding anniversary.
She had gotten off from work at the medical office an hour early to prepare for what was sure to be a memorable night.
She took off her scrub uniform, shoes and even her bra and panties. As she walked over to light a fire in the fireplace, she stopped briefly to admire her figure. She had recently turned 33 and thanks to eating right and daily Bikram yoga sessions with Natalia she looked even better than she did at 25.
Tonight though she would splurge and the only workout she would be doing is with Darren. Speaking of Darren, she wondered. He better not be late tonight.
Wrapping her cashmere robe around her body and pouring herself a glass of Château d'Yquem, she thought of Darren. They had met about 10 years ago while both attended NYU.
At that time, they had both been English majors. While it was not love at first sight, they both shared a love of the Bard and opera and spent much of that senior year going to shows and afterwards dinner.
At that time, they had both been English majors. While it was not love at first sight, they both shared a love of the Bard and opera and spent much of that senior year going to shows and afterwards dinner.
After they both graduated though, they lost touch. Sasha spent over a year in Europe trying to “find herself”, after only finding a handful of one-night stands, great food and wine she came home.
Her parents failed to mention to her during their many phone calls to her, that they had gotten a divorce and her father had already picked a new wife. After receiving a hefty divorce settlement, Sasha’s mother was barely around, too busy travelling and being a socialite. The new wife, turned her normally generous father, who loved to spoil Sasha into a tightwad.
Her parents failed to mention to her during their many phone calls to her, that they had gotten a divorce and her father had already picked a new wife. After receiving a hefty divorce settlement, Sasha’s mother was barely around, too busy travelling and being a socialite. The new wife, turned her normally generous father, who loved to spoil Sasha into a tightwad.
He said, he didn’t mind her staying with him and Mimi, but she would have to get a job. After many failed attempts at jobs gotten for her with her father’s connections, her father sick of her not doing anything with her life, and her step-mother just plain sick of her, told her she had to move out.
" It's been over two years and you haven't done anything since you left school." He said.
So in 2008, she was forced to find an apartment. She wanted to get out of the city, but not move too far. So she chose Westchester. Her father promised to pay 6 months rent, but after that she was on her own.
It was then that she found a job in a podiatrist's office a few blocks away and it was there that she ran into Darren. Now a lawyer, he was much more handsome than she remembered Darren.
The rest was history. They had a whirlwind romance and a beautiful wedding. Darren surprised her with a beautiful townhouse on the Hudson river when they came back from their honeymoon in Bimini.
While it was nice to have a husband with some money, she loved how kind and warm Darren was and he was still as cultured as ever. His only downside was that he was a chronic workaholic.
Sighing she checked the answering machine. No messages. The same for her cellphone. Darren promised to be home by 8, although it was only going on 6 she wanted to make sure he kept his promise.
Can't wait to see you, baby. Don't let me unwrap your present without you. After adding a wink emoji and a pic with her robe slid down from her shoulder, she sent the text to her husband.
Walking upstairs to run her bath, she dropped her cell phone on the hall table. On her way, she noticed the top part of the window in study was slide down. Lately it had always been doing that. She was going to call a repair man to fix it, but Darren said don't bother he would do it. 3 weeks later and nothing. Mental note: Call a repair man in the morning. For now I'll just close and lock it.
After bathing and washing and drying her hair,Sasha went into the bedroom to dress and curl her hair. She chose a red little slinky number and paired it with a silver choker. The clock on the stand read 5 minutes to 7. He better be getting ready to leave she thought.
Walking into the kitchen she retrieved her phone, taking the steak out the fridge to season, she looked at her inbox frowning, still nothing. By the time she got done putting the steaks in the oven and making a salad to go with it was 20 after and she still didn't hear from Darren. Now she was really getting ticked off.
Going through her contacts she found Darren's number, it rang and went straight to voicemail. Same with his office number.
Soon enough it eight thirty and no word from Darren. Feeling disappointed and slightly drunk from finishing the whole bottle of wine by herself she staggered upstairs and threw herself and her phone on the bed and began to cry.
She must have fallen asleep, because the next thing she knew she was awoken by the vibrations of her phone against her ribs. It was a text message, now with a splitting headache with one eye open she looked at the time using the glow in the dark alarm clock on stand by her side of the bed then closed her eye again.
From the soft snoring sound coming from the other side of the bed she assumed that Darren finally came home. Of course he decided to let me stay sleeping so I wouldn't curse his ass out, she thought bitterly.
When she was about to finally get up and let him have it, her cell phone sprang to life again, by the classical music playing it was Darren calling.
Now fully awake and now somewhat puzzled and nervous, she picked up the phone.
"H-hello?"
"Sasha, honey I'm so sorry-"
Sasha's blood ran cold and her voice caught in her throat.
Her head spinning and white noise filled her ears, she couldn't hear anything Darren was saying, but she could hear that the snoring had stopped and the springs of the bed creaked.
Darren cringed at the sound of the criminal he hired stabbing Sasha over and over again.
Boy that bitch has a big mouth, he thought while hearing Sasha's high pitched screams. Finally for what she seemed like an eternity, all was quiet, then a moment later the call was ended on Sasha's end.
That let Darren know the job was complete. One of the many perks of being a lawyer, you run into all kinds of criminals who will do whatever you want for the right price.
Walking upstairs to run her bath, she dropped her cell phone on the hall table. On her way, she noticed the top part of the window in study was slide down. Lately it had always been doing that. She was going to call a repair man to fix it, but Darren said don't bother he would do it. 3 weeks later and nothing. Mental note: Call a repair man in the morning. For now I'll just close and lock it.
After bathing and washing and drying her hair,Sasha went into the bedroom to dress and curl her hair. She chose a red little slinky number and paired it with a silver choker. The clock on the stand read 5 minutes to 7. He better be getting ready to leave she thought.
Walking into the kitchen she retrieved her phone, taking the steak out the fridge to season, she looked at her inbox frowning, still nothing. By the time she got done putting the steaks in the oven and making a salad to go with it was 20 after and she still didn't hear from Darren. Now she was really getting ticked off.
Going through her contacts she found Darren's number, it rang and went straight to voicemail. Same with his office number.
Soon enough it eight thirty and no word from Darren. Feeling disappointed and slightly drunk from finishing the whole bottle of wine by herself she staggered upstairs and threw herself and her phone on the bed and began to cry.
She must have fallen asleep, because the next thing she knew she was awoken by the vibrations of her phone against her ribs. It was a text message, now with a splitting headache with one eye open she looked at the time using the glow in the dark alarm clock on stand by her side of the bed then closed her eye again.
From the soft snoring sound coming from the other side of the bed she assumed that Darren finally came home. Of course he decided to let me stay sleeping so I wouldn't curse his ass out, she thought bitterly.
When she was about to finally get up and let him have it, her cell phone sprang to life again, by the classical music playing it was Darren calling.
Now fully awake and now somewhat puzzled and nervous, she picked up the phone.
"H-hello?"
"Sasha, honey I'm so sorry-"
Sasha's blood ran cold and her voice caught in her throat.
Her head spinning and white noise filled her ears, she couldn't hear anything Darren was saying, but she could hear that the snoring had stopped and the springs of the bed creaked.
Darren cringed at the sound of the criminal he hired stabbing Sasha over and over again.
Boy that bitch has a big mouth, he thought while hearing Sasha's high pitched screams. Finally for what she seemed like an eternity, all was quiet, then a moment later the call was ended on Sasha's end.
That let Darren know the job was complete. One of the many perks of being a lawyer, you run into all kinds of criminals who will do whatever you want for the right price.
