My Sales Champion Wife's Secrets - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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I barely knew Sophia's husband. The guy was practically a ghost - quiet as a mouse, barely spoke two words when we did cross paths.
All I'd gathered from Sophia was that he coded for a living.
The poor guy couldn't have been past thirty but was already losing the battle against male pattern baldness.
Honestly? They made a strange pair. Sophia towered over him by half a head.
The two of us sat nursing our tea while Lillian got dragged into kitchen duty by Sophia.
"Still off the cigarettes?" I asked, pulling out my pack.
He gave me that awkward programmer smile. "Sophie would murder me. Last time she caught me, I slept on the couch for a week."
I chuckled. "Probably saving your life, man. So... Sophia doing well in real estate?"
"Clears twenty grand monthly," he said with a hint of pride. "Top seller in her firm. Most agents barely scrape by on seven or eight. Depends on your hustle."
That tracked with what I'd guessed, though Sophia's numbers still blew my mind.
Guess those Instagram real estate queens aren't all smoke and mirrors.
After my fourth cup of tea, nature called. I headed down the hallway toward the bathroom.
The kitchen conversation stopped me in my tracks near the sink area - our bathroom shared a wall with it.
Curiosity got the better of me. I lingered like some middle-aged Peeping Tom.
"Alright you little vixen," Sophia was saying, "confess - you two got busy right before coming over, didn't you?"
"God, you're impossible!"
I heard playful slapping sounds. "Don't lie! I can smell the sex on you." Sophia's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "Ethan must be packing some serious heat. How many times a week?"
Lillian's embarrassed squeak was priceless. "Ugh! Why do you always... Fine! He came home during my yoga session and apparently the leggings were... distracting. Normally three times weekly? The man's insatiable - what am I supposed to do?"
"Three times a WEEK?" Sophia's groan could've powered a small generator. "My tech-bro husband considers twice a month an accomplishment. I've tried stockings, lingerie, straight up naked - nada. Lesson learned: never marry a coder. Going bald at thirty and can't perform? Hard pass."
A dangerous pause. "Maybe I should borrow Ethan for a weekend."
Lillian's giggle was downright evil. "Be my guest. Honestly, I could use the break. What are best friends for?"
"Careful, I might take you up on that."
Jesus. I hadn't expected their girl talk to go full HBO special.
The bitterness in Sophia's voice was palpable. I almost felt bad for the poor bastard back in the living room.
Beer and hotpot came next.
After we'd stuffed ourselves, Sophia broke out the cards - losers had to choose truth or dare. Her husband bailed, leaving the three of us to play.
Lady Luck abandoned me completely. Sophia kept winning while I racked up losses like bad decisions.
First round - truth.
Sophia's grin turned predatory. "Let's make this interesting. Ethan - what's your personal best with Lillian in one night? And no bullshitting!"
I choked on my beer. Lillian just smirked. "Go on, tell her!"
"F-five times."
My ears burned remembering our early days - that marathon session where I'd basically crippled her. She'd needed room service in bed afterward.
"Holy shit, Ethan!" Sophia howled. "You trying to kill my girl?"
Second round. Sophia upped the ante:
"Okay... next question. How many inches are we talking? Ever break out the ruler?"
All I'd gathered from Sophia was that he coded for a living.
The poor guy couldn't have been past thirty but was already losing the battle against male pattern baldness.
Honestly? They made a strange pair. Sophia towered over him by half a head.
The two of us sat nursing our tea while Lillian got dragged into kitchen duty by Sophia.
"Still off the cigarettes?" I asked, pulling out my pack.
He gave me that awkward programmer smile. "Sophie would murder me. Last time she caught me, I slept on the couch for a week."
I chuckled. "Probably saving your life, man. So... Sophia doing well in real estate?"
"Clears twenty grand monthly," he said with a hint of pride. "Top seller in her firm. Most agents barely scrape by on seven or eight. Depends on your hustle."
That tracked with what I'd guessed, though Sophia's numbers still blew my mind.
Guess those Instagram real estate queens aren't all smoke and mirrors.
After my fourth cup of tea, nature called. I headed down the hallway toward the bathroom.
The kitchen conversation stopped me in my tracks near the sink area - our bathroom shared a wall with it.
Curiosity got the better of me. I lingered like some middle-aged Peeping Tom.
"Alright you little vixen," Sophia was saying, "confess - you two got busy right before coming over, didn't you?"
"God, you're impossible!"
I heard playful slapping sounds. "Don't lie! I can smell the sex on you." Sophia's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "Ethan must be packing some serious heat. How many times a week?"
Lillian's embarrassed squeak was priceless. "Ugh! Why do you always... Fine! He came home during my yoga session and apparently the leggings were... distracting. Normally three times weekly? The man's insatiable - what am I supposed to do?"
"Three times a WEEK?" Sophia's groan could've powered a small generator. "My tech-bro husband considers twice a month an accomplishment. I've tried stockings, lingerie, straight up naked - nada. Lesson learned: never marry a coder. Going bald at thirty and can't perform? Hard pass."
A dangerous pause. "Maybe I should borrow Ethan for a weekend."
Lillian's giggle was downright evil. "Be my guest. Honestly, I could use the break. What are best friends for?"
"Careful, I might take you up on that."
Jesus. I hadn't expected their girl talk to go full HBO special.
The bitterness in Sophia's voice was palpable. I almost felt bad for the poor bastard back in the living room.
Beer and hotpot came next.
After we'd stuffed ourselves, Sophia broke out the cards - losers had to choose truth or dare. Her husband bailed, leaving the three of us to play.
Lady Luck abandoned me completely. Sophia kept winning while I racked up losses like bad decisions.
First round - truth.
Sophia's grin turned predatory. "Let's make this interesting. Ethan - what's your personal best with Lillian in one night? And no bullshitting!"
I choked on my beer. Lillian just smirked. "Go on, tell her!"
"F-five times."
My ears burned remembering our early days - that marathon session where I'd basically crippled her. She'd needed room service in bed afterward.
"Holy shit, Ethan!" Sophia howled. "You trying to kill my girl?"
Second round. Sophia upped the ante:
"Okay... next question. How many inches are we talking? Ever break out the ruler?"
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