Richard’s eager wait for the strip show ends as an announcement about the night’s first performance makes his wife show up on stage.
“Daisy, he’s here!” A female dancer ran up to Daisy just as she finished getting ready for her performance.
Daisy joined the woman to peek through the gap between the red stage curtains and the wall. “I think I’m really doing this,” she sighed, turning away from the stage.
“You don’t have to. There are other ways,” the woman placed her hand on Daisy’s arms, but Daisy shook her head. “There’s nothing that will top this.”
Daisy took a deep breath and moved forward to take her place behind the curtains. Striking a sexy pose, she waited for her cue. “…Gentlemen, put your hands together to welcome the beautiful goddess Hera on stage for her debut performance!” A voice boomed from the stage…
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“Before we get to the fun part, I want y’all to know I’m filling in for my husband’s mistress, who’s recovering from an abortion,” Daisy appeared on the stage, running her hands gently over her mask and pointing at her husband Richard’s table.
Daisy would’ve never seen this day if it hadn’t been for the situation two days ago.
She was suddenly awake at 2 a.m. and realized her husband, Richard, was not in bed. Curious, she scooted out of bed. Then her gaze followed the tiny ray of light peeking from the bathroom door’s crack, and she noticed Richard talking to someone on the phone while he got ready.
“Are you going somewhere?” she asked, shielding her eyes from the light, and Richard’s phone slipped out from between his shoulder and cheek. He fumbled to catch it, said a quick goodbye, and ended the call.
“I need to go to work quickly to sort something out,” he said, looking away from her and buttoning up his shirt.
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“In the middle of the night? What’s so urgent that it can’t wait till morning?” she asked, yawning.
“We’ve recently started working with a company from Taiwan,” he said. “And due to the time difference, it’s business hours there.”
“And they expect you to work their hours?” Daisy leaned against the door, crossing her arms.
“Sometimes,” Richard smiled. “It’s complicated, babe, but if I impress them now, there’s a good chance I’ll be chosen to head their operations. But don’t worry your pretty head about it,” he said, giving her a hurried kiss. “Don’t wait up. I dunno how long it’ll take.”
