"You don't want me..." I breathed, selfishly leaning into his touch. But I quickly pull away.
"I'm different and so not your type," I muttered, looking everywhere else but at him. He frowns slightly, eyes simmering.
"God, Anna." He exhaled, cool bre...
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Anna filed for a divorce
MICHAEL
i thought i had found an escape—A shadow that i thought was the light but it can't keep the demons from clawing at my insides. it's still lurking...i don't know know what i'm doing but all i know is i messed up and i was fucking wrong for treating her that way. even if i don't have an answer to whatever questions she would have asked me that night--she didn't deserve what i put her through.
March is almost over and the chill in the season is still as cruel as ever. But I enjoy the cold because it embodies the state my heart is in. I speed down the road driving through the weekday traffic. It's been a painful eternity--
you sound pathetic --since I approached Anna at the coffee cafe. I've just been watching her from afar, as she works. I follow her home at night in a rented car because she knows mine. The urge is growing. I don't want to be overbearing But it's fucking hard! I don't know how or why I put myself through this. Two whole months without her and I'm losing my goddamn mind. I can't sleep, our home has become my personal torture.
Everything reminds me of her love, her kind soul. Her mesmerizing smile. Fuck, the bedsheets smell of her and I can't bring myself to change them. I'm stuck between burning it but wanting to keep it because it's all I have that's closest to her touch. When I'm getting ready for work, I see her clothes, the little pieces of herself laying around. But today, I had a different plan, instead of driving to work I made a u -turn.
Whenever I drove up to the western vitality tower it was to check on the efficiency and progress of the corporation. Discuss important matters with my brother. Jesse was the head in charge of that division, Technology and engineering. Every division reports to me and then I deliver the last bits to my old man. But today, my purpose was to get my hands on anything Aaliyah could give me. That sounds crazy considering I pushed her buttons the last time she and Zelma showed up at the Eastern Tower.
I zoom into the parking garage. Walking past employees I get in the elevator heading to the last floor. I step out and make a bee line to my brother's assistant's desk.
"I need to see Aaliyah Brookeshire. call her up." I demand hardening my features. She looks up at me with reverence of fear in her eyes and the dark parts of me wallow in her discomfort.
In the corner of my eye, I see the office door swing open and my brother steps out. A dark look on his face that doesn't faze me.
"She doesnt fucking work for you." He says in a low masculine voice as he glares.
"Nice to see you brother. and do me favor just let me do what i came here to do Malvin." I drawl, clenching my jaws. I return my attention to the brunette looking back and forth between Jesse and I.
"don't call me that." he snaps and i ignore him turning to the lady behind the desk. For whatever reason he doesn't allow anyone to call him by his middle name I don't give two shits about that.
