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[FRN] brisk dance movements.

OVER THE NEXT few weeks, Clo focused on nothing but ballet. While her own institute was not having any major performances, it was massively affiliated with ballet companies from various parts of the world which meant as a principal dancer, she got to teach other students and sometimes perform in foreign productions as well.

When she was not busy with her work, Alec took up her time. As much as she tried to be okay with it, guilt ate her up. But as Alexander instigated, not as much as she let herself believe. The man had her screaming in bed until she couldn't move or speak the next day. It was the only time he treated her as if she was something more than a toy he'd bought and gotten bored of.

And finally, when she was not busy with Alec, she of course visited her husband.

"You're getting thinner," he murmured as she stepped inside their house, inhaling the familiar scent of mint and fresh linen.

It was hot outside and yet she was regretting the filmsy white cotton dress she'd thrown on after her practice.

"You say that every time," she replied, kissing his cheek.

She desperately wanted to kiss those soft lips but even she had morals. Sometimes. Clo would rather kill herself than kiss him with the same lips that had begged to visit her husband by sucking their master's cock.

Her eyes took a moment to adjust to the new lighting, reminding her that the last time she'd properly eaten was in Russia. And that was a week ago. She wasn't deliberately starving herself. There was just too much guilt for her to really sit down and eat a full course meal knowing she was hurting the man who now stood in front of her.

"Trust me," he smiled faintly,"it's not flattery. I'm worried about you, Clo." He shook his head before sighing. "We're having lunch today. Together. I need to see you eat."

He's going to be so furious.

Her lips twitched before she pursed them.

But if it makes you happy, it's okay.

"I can help with lunch then, mon bonheur." And some cleaning up.

The house was a mess. She could understand why. Exam season had just started and as well as revising, some professors wanted Theo to help them out with the marking and making of assessments. She was the one who usually cleaned up during this season.

But obviously she had to fuck everything up.

"Are you okay?" He asked after a few moments of silence, watching as she cut up the goat's cheese for their baked ratatouille.

It seemed as if every time she came on over, a little bit of life had just vanished from her eyes. There was an ever present smile on her face which comforted him because at the end of the day, it was her happiness that mattered.

Except, all her smiles seemed as if they were for show. Just for him to not be concerned. Her fierce, determined attitude was gone. Hell, she didn't even scold him for making a mess of their home. She just came and cleaned it all up wordlessly.