Flash Marriage: Shrewd Wife, Devious Husband
Chapter 97: Scandalous Kiss

Chapter 97: Scandalous Kiss

Marcella left early after she decided to visit Tony in his office. She bought a big basket full of muffins in the best bakery in the city. She changed into to something cute and wore makeup.

She decided to take a taxi. She felt bad for not baking the muffins herself.

Maybe next time...

She walked in Tony’s office. The security guard asked her where she needed to go. She offered a muffin to the security guard. Her smile doubled seeing his smile.

"I’m Antony Crawford’s wife," she said.

"Is he expecting you?" he asked.

"No, but I came with this," she smiled.

"You’re a darling, dear. Come with me," he brought her in through the hallway.

"Look who is here!" the security guard announced.

Marcella with the basket in her hands, smiled prettily. The next moment, she was swarmed with the office staff. Within a few seconds, the basket became empty.

"God, I love this!" A fairly pretty middle-aged woman said. She enjoyed a muffin and stuffed three of the muffins in her purse. "For my kids, if you don’t mind," she said.

Marcella didn’t mind. She smiled and nodded. "Please, help yourself. There’s plenty."

"Tony is in a meeting," the woman said. "He’s pretty busy. You must have missed him, eh? You just got married..." she sighed.

"I’m sorry. I didn’t catch your name," Marcella asked.

"I’m Stella McCartney. You talked to me in the morning. I came early to see Tony already here. By the looks of it, I gathered, he never came home last night?" Stella asked.

Marcella smiled. But all the blood rushed to her face as she was more than embarrassed.

She is Stella???

She is Stella... Oh my God! She is Stella.

"Nice to put a face to your voice, Stella. I thought you were in your twenties. You have such a nice, young voice," Marcella smiled widely trying not to show her embarrassment.

She was glad she didn’t say anything untoward to the woman during the call. She had the sense to suppress her anger and be polite. What if she showed her anger or asked something she shouldn’t have asked?

"Oh, my!" Covering her mouth, Stella patted Marcella’s shoulder. "You flatter me. I have a trick," Stella leaned to her ear. "I use a "phone voice" if you know what I mean. It’s a professional hazard; I always tell my husband. Even he doesn’t recognize my voice at times on the phone..."

Marcella smiled. "It’s interesting..."

As they were talking a door opened.

"Ah, there he is... the workaholic. You really shouldn’t be leaving your wife alone at night, Tony. You just got married!" Stella punched Tony’s arm. "Take her on a honeymoon, idiot!"

Tony rubbed his arm. "But I can see you only here, Stella," he said in a whining tone.

Stella laughed. "What a glib guy... Just like my firstborn..."

Marcella saw the friendly interaction and she felt more ashamed. Tony was jovial with Stella in her presence because he trusted that she wouldn’t misunderstand him. And it was apparent Stella is holding Tony in the same place as her son.

And what did she do?

But it was just a thought crime. No one knew what she was thinking; that’s better. Well, Gloria knows but Gloria would understand. She will mock her for all eternity but she would understand.

Tony turned his attention to Marcella as he was talking to Stella. Marcella met his eyes. She noticed his smile changing the moment their eyes met. His eyes turned affectionate and his smile too became lively.

It was as if, looking at her brings a different part of him alive. He is a charmer and he gets along with everyone. Marcella could feel that she is special in his eyes.

"I come bearing muffins!" she said lifting the basket.

As she said that, everyone had a word to say about the muffins. One intern joked that Tony shouldn’t go home ever so that they can get muffins and a visit from her.

As everyone surrounded him, she saw Tony’s smile changing. This time, he was proud. What was he proud of, she couldn’t guess. But he was happy and was obviously not angry at her for barging into his workplace without even a call.

Congressman Feinstein came out probably because he heard the commotion outside. Seeing her, he broke into a bright smile.

"Mrs. Crawford!" he walked to her.

Marcella offered him the muffins and he took it.

"Go to work. Don’t hog the missus. She came here to meet her husband," Feinstein said.

"And to being us muffins," Stella said with a wink.

Everyone joined on piling against the congressman. Marcella could see that the work environment here is pretty casual. Everyone treated the other like family and didn’t care much for the hierarchy. It was odd for her to watch as she was not used to seeing an office whose staff can get familiar like this.

Maybe that’s why they do overtime work without complaining. They must like working here and seriously want the best for their boss.

If it works then it works.

"I would like to invite you all to our wedding party. I would give you the invitation card, but I left that with my husband, who by the looks, have forgotten about it," she looked at Tony.

"Guilty as charged," Tony lifted his hands up in a surrendering motion.

"Men!" Stella shook her head. "Darling, you cannot trust men with something like that. Come with me," Stella brought Marcella to her table and after searching for some time, offered her an album. It contained the visiting cards of various printing presses.

"I’m partial to these ones marked blue," she showed.

Marcella thanked Stella and picked up the cards.

"Want to see my office?" Tony asked.

The entire office because cheery and rowdy. "Look at Tony trying to sneak away his wife... Do you think she’ll melt in here?"

Tony didn’t mind their sneers and placing his hand on her lower back, led her to his office room.

"You’ve changed," Marcella noticed he was swearing a different shirt. "I brought you a change of clothes."

"I have a couple of sets in the office, usually," Tony said and opened the door.

Marcella stepped in. She shouldn’t have been surprised, but she was surprised by how messy the entire room was. And to her horror, he had a corner of the room with clothes heaped up.

A couple? There’s an entire closet worth of clothes here.

Huh! I married a slob! He was not a slob in the past. How did he turn into one?

Tony closed the door behind her and lunged at her. He was beyond happy to see her there. He missed her the entire day even when he was busy working. When he saw her with a basket in her hands, he wanted to kiss her then and there.

He has a wife who brings snacks for his coworkers. How could he not be happy? How could he not be proud? He was exhilarated.

She came to his lair on her own and he can peruse that chance to his benefit. He has day dreamed of kissing his wife in his office room. Well, kissing and doing something more too.

Now that he is married, and his wife is here, his fantasy can become real.

Just as he was about to hug her from behind, she walked to the front. Placing the basket on the table she walked to his emergency stash of clothes.

His heart skipped a beat. His wife is pretty particular about clothes. She wouldn’t like to see them on the floor. She caused a big scene in the house and now if she was going there they she must be planning to fix it.

"Birdie, leave it," he said. There is no need to fix something that does not need any fixing.

"You meet people here?" Marcella turned to look at him.

She too is an office worker. She does not hold a high position like Tony for her to have a separate room. Her workstation is her everything. She cleans everything everyday and she keeps her table neat and tidy. It was hard at first but she had made a habit out of it. Now she cannot function in a dirty place.

How is he even living like this? He even spends a lot of time here than at home.

"No, we have a conference room back... Birdie, come here. Give me a kiss," he walked to her. "I missed you so much."

Marcella glared at him and he stopped in his tracks. ’This place annoys me!" she said.

Her skin crawled.

"Then lets go to the conference room," he tried to grab her hand.

"No, wait," Marcella stopped him. "Let’s clean it first. It won’t take long."

"Clean?" Tony’s face went places. "Birdie, there are many important... stuff... here..." he gulped seeing Marcella’s glare. "We can clean, now... Now... Can I at least have a muffin?" he asked.

"You can have it all," she said.

Looking at his pout, she felt sorry for him. He had the look of a punished boy.

"Baby..." she walked to him.

Tony’s face brightened. He can have his scandalous kiss in the office now.