The Marriage Wars

Chapter eight

Riley

After the phone call from Seth, Riley stepped into the downstairs restroom, where she assumed there would be no cameras. There she indulged in one gigantic hissy fit. Riley cried with frustration and beat the wall with her hands. She finished her tantrum by jumping up and down and stomping her feet like a toddler. Once Riley got her physical aggression out of her system, she sat down on the side of the tub and began to cry. Sobbing, she finally ended up in a fetal position on the floor, where she rocked back and forth, hugging herself. Tears continued to flow down her face. How could Seth do this to her?

For the first time, her life was perfect, just perfect. Riley didn’t want any changes. She didn’t want a divorce. She wanted her docile, easily manipulated husband who provided her with a good life back. She didn’t want this new take charge Seth who told her that he wanted a divorce. No man had ever told Riley Brown Smith that he didn’t want her! She was the one who called the shots. In all of her relationships, it was she who had been the one to end them. After a few minutes of indulging in the meltdown, Riley forced herself to regain control. She had to figure out how to get the upper hand. What little love or rather lust that she and her husband had once had for each other had evaporated quickly, but she always could control Seth with her body and get what she wanted from him.

Her lips curved into a smile. So Seth didn’t want her anymore? Well, we’ll see about that! She would give sweet Seth a show to watch and make his eyes pop out of his head. After repairing her makeup, Riley stepped back out into the hall. He’s got a camera here, does he? Well, she knew how to make a camera work for her. Pulling up some music on her phone, she began to unbutton her dress. Slowly with the skill of the stripper she once was, she slid her garments off one by one until she is down to her silk thong and lacy bra. She began to stretch like a cat and arched her behind around in slow circles. Her movements were taking her back to a place and time that she had enjoyed. Riley had loved being a stripper and having men fawn all over her.

Swaying to the music, Riley ran her fingers over her breasts in a circular motion until her nipples clearly showed through the lacy material. Seth…

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