And that’s how the CEO of a Fortune 500 company ended up kneeling on a bath mat, fully clothed, feeding his wife chocolate-covered strawberries while she explained—very slowly—that the only quarterly report that mattered tonight was the one on her mood.
He never missed another Saturday again. Want me to continue the scene or shift the tone (more romantic, comedic, or dramatic)? -RealWifeStories- Moriah Mills - Bubble Bath Bo...
She blew a cluster of foam off her palm. Derrick loosened his tie. And that’s how the CEO of a Fortune
Moriah glanced at her reflection—hair pinned loosely, just a touch of mascara, lips glossed. She slipped off her silk robe and stepped into the scalding water, sinking until the bubbles kissed her collarbone. Then she reached for her phone. She blew a cluster of foam off her palm
Don’t come in here. Derrick: I’m on a call. Moriah: I said don’t. I’m taking a bath. Derrick: Okay?
She let a line of bubbles slide off her shoulder. Then she heard it: the office chair creak. Footsteps.
A spontaneous wife, tired of her husband’s work-obsessed weekend, decides to remind him of the man she married—using nothing but a clawfoot tub, a bottle of champagne, and a very specific dare. The marble bathroom was thick with steam, the air sweet with jasmine and vanilla. Moriah Mills turned the brass handles until the water slowed to a drip, then swirled her hand through the blanket of frothy bubbles. Perfect.