Consequences

eight

Ella

I slam the door shut as Grayson makes his way past me.

I sigh and make my way to the living room where he is already sitting, a little too comfortabe, switching between tv channels.

Is everything a joke for him? Why is he always acting like this, like a carefree stubborn child.

I slouch down on the extreme left since he's already occupying the rest of the couch. From the corner of my eye, I see him smirking, his eyes holding a mischievous glint. I focus on the tv but the constantly changing channels fail to grab my attention.

Crap. I can't let him move in. I can't let him stay here. He shouldn't be here. He'll know. He'll find out. I can't risk letting him know. I don't want him to know. It's not safe for him to be here.

Why is he here anyways? Why move in with me all of a sudden?

"Earth to Ella?" I hear Grayson's voice. I turn to him and notice how he's sitting so close to me, "I'm sorry I wasn't listening."

"Did you have lunch yet?" He asks so I shake my head. He grins, "Good. I haven't either." Standing up, he walks to the kitchen leaving me confused.

Heavens knows what he has planned out!

"C'mon. I'm starving," he stops before turning to me. I sigh and follow him to the kitchen. I open the cabinet to take the pot out but he stops me, "Uh uh. I'm the one cooking. You're supposed to sit and wait."

"Do you even know how to cook? Last I recall, when you cooked you almost burnt the whole house down," I mock crossing my arms. He smirks, "Underestimating your husband, I see." I roll my eyes and settle on the kitchen counter, my legs dangling down.

Why is he so persistent on being my husband? We're going to get a divorce soon, aren't we?

I'm caught off guard when he out of nowhere steps in between my legs, leaning in and huskily whispering, "I bet you'll be licking your fingers at the end."

Smirking at my frozen state, he moves away and occupies himself with cooking.

I sigh thinking he still has the same effect on me. I might hate him now for what he did but I know deep deep down I still has feelings for him. But I can't. I can't give in. He has hurt me enough already. He has broken my trust. He left me. He avoided me like plague. He cheated on me.

I get up from the counter and make my way to the living room. My mind has been chaos lately. I really need some calm. I pick up the remote and put on my all time favourite movie 'A walk to remember.'

I recall how I used to watch it with Gray in college, snuggled into him with huge bowls of popcorn and snacks surrounding us. A smile crosses my face as more memories flow one after the other; memories of Grayson and I spending time together, studying, dancing, singing and travelling. I recall the time I once baked cookies for him. We rather ended up drenched in milk, flour and chocolate with the burnt cookies ending up in the trash can.

A yawn escapes my lips so making myself comfortable on the couch, I give in the temptation of sleeping with a small smile lingering on my face.

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Ouch. What is she hiding? What is it she can't let Gray know?