a memory in my lifetime

We love to go to my Boss’s annual Masked Ball and it always ends the same way. He pretends that he doesn’t know who the beauty is that he seduces after the ball is over and she pretends that she thought that it was me. 

i might be a cuckold, but i am not a fool. It did not take me long to realise that his business trips and her business trips away always coincided. That the pretty underwear and jewellery that she now proudly wears were not bought by me and that for some reason his number was on her phone. 

So tonight, after the ball is over, I might find them and look in on just what they are doing together. Who knows! I might see something beautiful to last as a memory in my lifetime.