If you feel so inclined: I neeeed to read Bill’s perspective after he hangs up on that phone call 😩🤕 because I KNOW it had to be torture hearing her cry for him on the other end and have to hang up. Right?! And when he gets back...
pre-reading for this drabble here (x)
The choke of her voice right before he hung up didn’t settle well in his stomach. Bill had to let her be angry with him. It wouldn’t last long—her fits never did. Taking an abrupt vacation would be good for her and for him. The house was stuffy, and the pressures of being her forbearing patriarchal figure were nagging in his psyche.
She would be mad for a while. That was all right. Bill needed time to unwind with himself and nobody else. And she was always understanding when he had to take measures of separation. Theirs was a sensitive living situation, and it guaranteed toe-stepping, tensions doomed to overcome someone eventually. With him gone for a week, the others could assert their roles without fear of her ending up in his bed out of instinct.
It was strange to not hear from her for a few days, but he distracted himself plenty. He spent some time shopping where he liked instead of tailing her in and out of girly stores all day. He bought himself a few new articles of clothing and got a fresh haircut for when he got home. She always loved when he came home looking well-groomed and smelling good. There would be soreness that he could squash with little things like a new cologne and an evening together.
After the fifth day, Bill got bored. He missed her. He wanted to hear her voice and hoped she was having fun. In the privacy of his hotel room, he indulged himself and made her a video, even going as far as to strip and pump himself up a little before pressing record on his phone.
“Hi, princess. It’s Daddy. I’ve been thinking about you all day. I miss you. As you can see…” Bill trailed off, angling the camera lens down his body to show off a half-hard cock. “I’m getting pretty turned on thinking about your pretty holes. I can’t wait to get home and have some very special babygirl time. But until then, I think I’ll just show you how hard you make me. How badly I want to wear you like a belt and spank that cute bum."
His hand smoothed over his chest and stomach until he encircled his shaft. When he closed his eyes, he imagined her on her knees before him, looking up with wide eyes, ready for cum. He pictured her lips moving up and down his cock, popping off the tip with a sweet giggle. She was so eager to have him in her mouth that her humming tickled through his groin and made his skin ripple with gooseflesh.
It wasn’t her. He compensated with stroking himself on camera for her though. He would use the video as padding for an apology.
Until he flew back home, he felt lonely and missed the bickering. The hotel room didn’t afford him the smells of cooking or the shuffling of feet and he lied in bed alone, longing for home.
He expected a sour look, maybe a little tussle of words, but he did not expect her to lock herself away. The house was quiet, eerie, and the rush built in his chest ascending the stairs to her room. Her shoes were at the door, indicating her presence, but when he knocked on her door there was no answer. This had happened before. All he had to do was announce that he was coming in.
Locked. A locked door was easy to talk open.
"Honey? It’s me. Will you open the door?”
The silence persisted, as expected. Bill knocked again.
“Come on, sweetheart. I have something for you from my trip.”
The promise of presents was sure to draw her out. He cranked on the doorknob out of habit and knocked again. Oh yeah, he thought. She was mad.
He pulled out his phone to call her, suspending his breath to better hear past the door for a ringtone. She sent the call to voicemail. Bill chuckled.
“Come on, open up! Don’t you miss me? I missed you,” he scratched his fingers up and down the door. “I missed you a lot.”
“Fuck. Off.”
Breath retreated back into his lungs. “Hey! Don’t say that! Open up, please.”
“No.”
“I’ll only ask you one more time.”
“Go back to wherever you came from. I don’t want to see you."
The ice of her tone chilled him. Okay. This was veering into code red territory. He sighed. He could handle this. He could…
"Baby… I’m sorry. Please, if you open up, I promise I’ll explain everythin—”
The door swung open, and she darted her head into the hall. Bill backed away in fear she might lunge for him.
“You don’t deserve an explanation after you hung up on me! You left me hanging for a week! That is not cool. Not okay with me! That’s… That’s against the rules!”
“Rules, rules, what rules? Me needing time to myself is against the rules?”
Her cheeks puffed with blood. She noticed the measures he took to look good for her too, but they were for naught. Even his pleasant smell wasn’t enough to chase off the strain. Her heart was fragile, her patience non-existent.
“I can’t even look at you,” she said, darkness clouding her words. “I think you should stay somewhere else tonight. I’m not ready to be near you.”
“Babe—”
She took a step back into her room and shut the door.
Bill knew there was nothing to be done about her resentment, but he didn’t want to spend another night alone. He grabbed the door handle before she could lock it and pushed against her, taking care not to throw her back from the force.
“Hey! I said I’m sorry. You won’t hear my apology or listen to what I have to say?” He asked.
She crossed her arms, closing herself off from him as best she could. “No. Not today.”
“Tomorrow then?”
“No. I have a date with somebody else. Goodbye, Bill."
