4 more days had gone by and neither had made any contact with each other at all, nor had they seen each other, taking alternate days at the office...Daniel staying home for most of them. The rumors began to swirl as neither of them wanted to budge, Daniel not knowing how to approach her and Wilhelmina not feeling she did anything wrong and if anything he should be coming to see her rather than her tracking him down. And on the 7th day Wilhelmina stood in her kitchen, chopping a pear precisely, focusing her entire attention on her craft. One by one she sliced them evenly until they all that was left was the seed. She looked at it and sighed, turning and throwing them away. She rolled her eyes upon hearing the door bell ring, walking over to answer it. She stared monotonously, opening the door to see Claire standing before her, bags in her hands.
"I bought you some groceries...I know Daniel usually buys them and you two haven't talked for 7 days so..." Claire shrugged and lifted the large bags so that Wilhelmina could see them.
Wilhelmina waived her over, letting her in as she stood aside. "Come in."
Claire smiled and walked towards the kitchen, setting the eco-friendly bags on the counter. Wilhelmina stood in the foyer, her arms crossed as she watched Claire put away the groceries. Her eyebrow arched slowly, fascinated with the jubilance in her step and the bounce in her hair. It was all fine and well to be happy but this was...too happy.
"Claire?"
"Huh?"
"What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing..Why do ask?" She questioned innocently, taking the last bag to the pantry.
"You look like you just popped out of the sound of music."
"Is it a crime to be happy?"
"No, but your not even happy...your guilty...What did you do?"
"Nothing."
"Claire."
She bit her lip nervously, weighting her options. "I don't want to upset you."
"Too late, you upset me when you walked through the door...Now spill it!"
"Well..Daniel..."She stopped, noticing the the change in Wilhelmina's demeanor, a mixture of fear and softening coming over her. "Wilhelmina, go talk to him."
Wilhelmina dropped her hands to her thighs in frustration. "Claire."
"Wilhelmina he needs you."
"And I need him...But he hasn't stopped by has he?"
"You changed the locks Wilhelmina..."
"As a precaution."
"Wilhelmina! You and Daniel are driving yourself crazy over nothing... Your stressing, he's stressing ...even your baby is stressing." Wilhelmina scoffed. looking away in defiance. "Yes Marc told me about the headaches and the bounts of nausea and the...shooting pain in your left side which you should really get checked out."
"I'm fine."
"Your in pain Wilhelmina...In more ways than one...Go talk to him."
"Claire."
"GO!"
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Wilhelmina paced nervously outside his hotel room, her Louboutins beginning to indent the carpet as her feet sunk lowly into them. Marc had come along for support but she sent him to the other hall to wait. She wore a black ruched tunic with light wash skinnies, her hair, filled with large loquacious curls. Looking around, her eyes caught onto the cleaning lady that was coming down the hall. She smiled weakly, a lightheaded feeling coming over her as she moved her hand to the door to knock, than retracted it out of fear. Again, her hand moved to knock and again she retracted it immediately. Finally, she exhaled, lifted her fist and knocking promptly, her other 5 fingers working her temples massaging.
NWJ
Daniel grunted under the weight of Renee, his body stiff as she grabbed at his hair intensely and mad like a wild animal. He huffed, looking at the ties that confined him to the bed.
"C'mon don't just lie there, Daniel."
"Renee what am I suppose to do? You involuntarily BARRICADED ME TO THE BED and snatched my clothes off."
"Well you slept with me first."
"Yeah so you wouldn't get me arrested for attempted rape."
"But you let me in a second time."
"No, you told the front desk that you where my wife and forced your way in...Shot me with a ten minute tranquilizer and I woke up like this..."
"Oh Daniel, over-analyzing everything...Just relax and let me take care of you."
"No!" Daniel shouted, forcing his hands from the ties with all his strength as they nearly tore through his skin. He sprung up, tying the sheets around his waist. "Get out."
"Daniel, you don't know what your saying...I could do things-"
"Renee your all talk-"
"My father is a Senator."
"And so is my wife's"
"Daniel! This is the second time we've slept together..You can't just get out now...I will tell my sister."
"Go ahead...She won't believe you." Daniel responded fearlessly as he put on his boxers and jeans, buckling the belt securely.
"Daniel!" Wilhelmina bellowed from the other side of the door, her hand knocking on the door at the same time.
Daniel looked up instantly, terror filling his eyes as an evil grin came over Renee's face. "Yes?" Renee answered back, her voice filled with extra femininity.
On the other side, Wilhelmina furrowed her eyebrows, her hand slowly rising to her hip as the other knocked ferociously on the door. "Daniel...Who is that?" She asked, looking at the cleaning lady that passed by, spritzing the heavy cleaner near her.
Where the grass was not so greener, Daniel scampered around the room, fixing the bed and tossing Renee her clothes. "Get in the bathroom." He whispered.
Renee smirked, dropping all of her clothes to reveal her nude body. "Think, she'd want to have a threesome?" She asked sarcastically.
Daniel scoffed and through her her shirt. "Your sick...Get in the bathroom."
"Love sick." Renee said sadistically as Daniel pushed her into the small washroom.
"Daniel!" Wilhelmina knocked harder, coughing on the other side as the aroma of 409 began to fill her nostrils. "Daniel, I can barely breathe out here."
Daniel sighed, smiling just a bit in sight that he was going to see his wife again even though her naked sister was in the bathroom after they just had blackmailed sex. He threw on his tee-shirt and went to the door, opening it and instantly pulling her into his arms, her embrace melting away his negative emotions.
"Willie, I've missed you soooo much." He whispered, still holding onto her for dear life.
Wilhelmina silent, pulled away slowly as her eyes darted around the room suspiciously. "Who was that before?"
"Oh...The c-cleaning lady."
In the bathroom Renee was listening to their conversation, scouting the restroom and an old maid's uniform under the sink. She smirked victoriously as she slid into her skinny black jeans and pulled on a breathing mask and hair net to conceal her appearance.
"But the cleaning lady was just outside." Wilhelmina replied, her thumb pointing to the door
"Oh-" Daniel stopped, his breath halting as the door creaked open and out stepped the cleaning lady, wearing her uniform and skinny jeans, a face mask and a stack of towels in hand.
"Sowwy I jus' cleaning bathroom and give him fresh towel." She spoke in a thick accent, rushing towards the door and flashing Wilhelmina a broad smile. Instantaneously Wilhelmina remembered that evil grin and snatched her arm, pulling off her mask to reveal a joyous Renee.
"Hey Willie." Renee whispered, grinning deviously as Wilhelmina's breath got harder and deeper, her anger boiling within in her as she launched herself onto Renee and into the hallway, pulling at her hair and yanking it up and down, clumps coming out through her fingers.
Daniel, stunned ran out into the hallway, trying to pull Wilhelmina off of her, unsuccessfully after She purposely elbowed him in the face. He tried again, in thwarted attempts as he fell is well and Renee rolled, her now on top of Wilhelmina as she pulled at her hair.
Wilhelmina yelped, kicking her sharp Louboutins into Renee's abdomen, causing her to fall back. Daniel rushed over, trying to help Wilhelmina up but she kicked him too as she crawled on top of an injured Renee and punched her ferociously, nonstop as the anger drilled through her. Daniel l, hopeless looked up to a confused cleaning lady.
"Go get help!"
She nodded, running off and into the elevator area as Wilhelmina continued her attack. Out of nowhere, Marc ran down the hall, his eyes widening as Wilhelmina remained unstoppable, unleashing her attack even harder.
"Willie!" Marc screamed, grabbing her by her waist gently and pulling her off of Renee. She stumbled back, exhaustion hitting her as she breathed heavily, her arms lying weakly by her sides as Marc held her up to the best of his ability. "You let your pregnant wife fight your mistress!" Marc screamed, his voice echoing through the halls as security rushed forward.
"What's going on here?" They asked, ready to arrest.
Renee jumped to her feet, her nose covered in blood as she lunged towards Wilhelmina, knife in hand. Marc squealed and swung Wilhelmina around, away from the blunt force trauma as Daniel leapt forward and held her off, holding her wrist.
"Let me GO!" Renee screamed, sticking her foot between Marc's legs, leading to his inevitable fall in which he pushed Wilhelmina to the side so she wouldn't fall as well. Still weak, she collapsed into the wall, her head knocking harshly against it as a thick unconsciousness came over her.
"Willie!" Daniel screamed, running over to her as Marc tried to bat him away.
"Move!" Marc fought, pushing Daniel and lifting Wilhelmina's head as half of security carted off Renee and the other half contacted emergency services.
"You said she's pregnant?"
"16 weeks!" Marc answered hurriedly, shooting Daniel Wilhelmina's patented death glare.
"Marc don't do this."
"You are soooo dead."
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Daniel paced nervously down the corridor of the hospital, his palms sweating as an antsy feeling filled his insides. He hadn't even ridden in the ambulance because of Marc kicking him out bitterly. He looked up expeditiously and hopefully as Marc approached him silently and sunk back into the metal spring chair.
"Is she okay?" He asked sheepishly. Marc ignored him, instead turning his attention to the nearest Mode magazine of the rack. "Marc." He called out again, growing irritated with the whole situation. "Marc, I have a right to know."
"And she has a right to a wholesome marriage... not the backwash that's left when your done with her sister!" Marc spat harshly, his hand flipping viciously through the magazine.
"Marc you don't understand-"
"Your damn right I don't understand...Wilhelmina loved you like she never even thought possible...more than any other man she's other met...She's having your child...She's being nice to CLAIRE for God sakes and all she asked was that you gave her your heart..your whole heart. And you couldn't even do that...You had to be a MAN and sleep with her sister and now she doesn't even remember it..."
"What?"
"She hit her head bonehead! So hard that she doesn't even remember waking up that morning. Her last memory was you taking her out to dinner...before she found out about You and Renee...7 days ago."
"Did you tell her?"
"No..That's your job."
"But Marc-"
"She will find out whether you tell her or not, the matter to discuss is whether her wedding ring will still be on her finger by the time she does."
"But Marc-"
"Oh and she wants to see you...God knows why...Probably wants to know why she missed a week of her life and your infidelity."
