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Annoying rays of sun peeked through the sheer curtains waking you from your slumber.
Without opening and eye, you felt beside you in hopes of feeling his warm body.
Instead, you were greeted with cold wrinkled sheets. Raising up you sighed while wrapping your nakedness within the sheets.
This was the part you hated you never got to have him but she always did. Rolling your eyes you tossed the covers from your body exposing yourself to the harsh morning breeze.
You always wondered why hotel rooms were always colder.
Wandering into the bathroom you stepped on different pieces of your clothes that were thrashed all over the room.
Mid yawn you gazed at your body in the mirror as love marks coated your neck and breast.
Looking down you noticed a note he left:
I had to handle some business promise I'll make it up to you. Love, M "Sure you will," you said while tossing it in the trash bin close to the toilet. Turning the dials to the shower you watched as the glass walls fogged within seconds.
Stepping in you let the warm beads of water coat your skin.
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"Where were you last night," Lauren asked while pouring her fourth cup of coffee that morning. "I told you I had paperwork to take care of at the office it ran late so I staid there," Micheal advised while tossing the keys on the granite countertops.
She eyed him carefully while lifting the mug to her lips she wasn't convinced.
"Olivia was crying for you she wouldn't go to sleep," she said as he sighed.
"Where is she now?"
"With your mother, she took her to ballet today," she said while sitting down the warm mug, "you'd know that if you were around."
"Please don't start Lauren," he begged while brushing her off and walking up the stairs.
Opening the door to the bedroom he released himself his shirt that had your scent lingering on it. Feeling his phone buzz in his back pocket revealing a text from you.
Yn: You've got a lot of making up to do.
Micheal: I've already got something in mind.
Yn: I'm sure.
"Texting her, huh, the least you could do is not do it in front of me," Lauren stated while leaning against the door frame. "Who is her," he asked while shoving the phone deep into his pockets.
"You must think I'm dumb Micheal," she argued, "the late nights at the office, mysterious late-night phone calls, and these different hotel rooms showing up on your account."
"So you're going through my shit now?!"
"C'mon on Micheal, that's all you have to say," she asked. "You obviously don't trust me, Lauren, what else is there to say," He questioned.
"I want you to fight for this marriage. Did you forget the vows we took?"
Sighed Micheal rolled his eyes and walked away into the bathroom. "Exactly, just walk away cause that's all your good at," Lauren argued.
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You ask, I deliver! Hope this didn't bore anyone I've got plans for this one! - G.W
