My Dear Deadly Husband

Chapter 11

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Keenan was on the highest floor of their company building when he heard the sound of his phone buzz.

His eyes quickly wavered away from his computer screen to his phone. When he looked at the notification on the lock screen, he saw that it was from Marie. She was updating him on the topics she and Rose talked about today.

Clothes.

Celebrity news.

New hair.

Honestly, he was relieved. He would have rather them talk about those topics than of the topic of other men.

+ Good work.

He typed back a reply and abruply threw his phone back into his pocket.

A few hours later, when night approached, he tiredly leant back onto his chair and stretched out his arms.

He was done for the day, although the day had already finished hours ago for his other employees. It was already 11 pm and he was the only one left in the building besides the security guards and cleaners.

Quickly, he got up from his chair and turned his computer off before grabbing his blazer and heading to the ground floor.

When he finally got home, he sighed tiredly as he opened the door. The house was already dead silent; he knew that Rose would be asleep.

An unconscious smile formed on his lips. He thought about how nice it was going be to when he would lie down next to his wife. He liked the thought of seeing her everyday after work, knowing everything that she did. It gave him a sense of control.

When he came into the bedroom, he saw Rose's body lying peacefully in their bed, sound asleep. He casually walked over and leant over her to see her chest slowing rising and falling which brought a smile to his face.

He then swiftly made his way over to their bathroom, hopped into the shower and a few minutes later, he came out refreshed. A steamy towel wrapped around his waist, hair dripping wet and a thin trail of water droplets falling around him.

He quickly put on his night wear and headed into the kitchen to fetch a quick drink before going back into the bedroom and lying in the bed with her and turning over to face her back.
It was all surreal to him. He remembered the first time he saw her at the networking party and being immediately captivated by her.

She was just so alluring. Everything about her captured his every attention. He remembered thinking that at that moment, he would give all of him to her.

Deep in thought, his finger lightly traced her back before he slowly wrapped his arms around her torso and cuddled up closer to her with his face nestling in her shoulder.

He liked it like this. He wanted things to stay this way.

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"Good morning," he said to Rose as she entered the kitchen.

He glanced at her but noticed she was a little off by the way she flinched when he said her name.

"Good morning," she replied, not making eye contact.

It had already been a few months since they started living together so he thought that she would be used to him by now. Why did she suddenly seem wary?

"Did you sleep well last night?" he asked, sitting down in front of her at the kitchen table.

"Yeah, why do you ask?" she replied, grabbing a piece of toast and layering a slab of butter on top.