Little Miss Lovers, Little Miss Stealers

ʅChapter I ʅ

Just to let you know, this story actaully does have a plot, even though it's only a short story. There will be - at most - about six or seven chapters and I've already written four, so be expecting some uploads!:) Thanks for reading! 

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Little Miss Lovers, Little Miss Stealers 

ʅChapter I ʅ

All she wanted was an island, to feel the thrill of owning one. She just wanted it for fun - nothing serious or business wise - and to use it for weekend getaways to rekindle the things her and her husband hadn't done in far too long.

She had explained all that to him - how they had become distant, how she wanted it to just be him and her, together for a weekend, how she wanted to love him physically again - but as Rebecca's husband stared back at her with cold eyes, she knew he didn't understand. He probably never would.

"What were you thinking?!" he shouted at her, the 'Authentic Purchase' papers in hand. "You mean to tell me that you've had all this money saved up this whole time, and yet you decided to buy a stupid island? We could have paid bill after bill with that money!"

Anger boiled up inside of her, blinding her of her feelings of love as he continued to talk about money like that, just as her father used to do. "And what would that have done?! It wouldn't help us relax, not with your spending habits. It would only have lasted a little while, but an island would be ours forever! Don't you want to spend time with me?"

Trent let out a huff. "Of course I do. But this...," he gestured to the paper, "It's like you're trying to live out some ridiculous childhood fantasy." He sat down at the table as he continued to read over the paper. Tears prickled at the edges of Rebecca's eyes.

Finally she spoke up. "Fine then. I'll just go by myself." She snatched the paper from his hands and marched off to her bedroom, tears trailing down her face. All she wanted was to renew her love for him and yet that dream seemed so far away.

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Rebecca looked at her tired blue eyes in the mirror. Bluish black circles had formed under them and her eyes were pink with puffiness. She had cried herself to sleep in the guest bedroom the night before, but it seemed that it had been unnecessary: Trent had left that night and still hadn't returned.

In a way, Rebecca felt bad... She felt like she was reason he was always stressed, always rolled into a tight coil. Always the reason he went out at night and didn't return, just like the night before.

But she wasn't going to sell her island back. Maybe he thought it was stupid, but perhaps he would come to terms and decided that a well-needed break would be a good idea. There was already an extravagant home on it - the reason for the high pricing - and so they could go whenever they wanted without a worry.

Rebecca, feeling a new hope that was bound to fail her, jumped into the shower and began to get ready. But by the time she was dressed in a cute, white, cotton baby doll tank top with a pair of dark, slim fitting jeans - thank God for gym memberships - Trent still wasn't back.

With her hair straightened and her attire making her look especially beautiful, Rebecca decided she wasn't going to just sit around and wait. She grabbed her gray trench-coat off the rack, as well as her purse, and headed out the door and into her car. She buckled in, turned the ignition, and was driving into downtown New York.

Only when she came to a towering silver building, offices adorning the other side of the building's reflection, did she park her car and get out. It was late, but Rebecca knew her husband would be here of all places. He was a workaholic and would never miss a day of work.