CHAPTER 57

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Cross my heart and hope to die
I look the devil in the eye
I've been screaming, I've been crying
But you don't hear me

I can be sugar or I can be spice
Saccharine sweet and overly nice
I'll play game just give me the dice
But be warned, I grip like a vice
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Harry

I wanted to punch the fuck outta the head of graphic designing department whose creepy smile freak the fuck out of me like someone punctured yellow tombstones into his front gums instead of teeth. He rejected Stella and her reśume for which I pulled all nighters with her for fuck sake! That's another thing it took us week because everytime we used to have determination to type it in a day our determination would end up flaming our libidos so we'd end up fuckin' like rabbits.

But it's really makin' me guilty that I'm their fuckin' boss and I still couldn't get her a job she was looking forward to from the day she came here. I hate watching people snub her dreams. I didn't pursue them to take her because she'd have choked me out of her rage not that I wouldn't like it in bed but sure I don't wanna die this young.

She was sad hiding it with her best possible grin and my stomach was clenching with anticipation when she came into my office that day, but as always Nate's a bumble thief who has to steal away m'woman in moments like these.

I'm in so much loss reason one; I don't get to see my Sweetarts at work. Reason two; I don't get to see my HoneBaby at work. This only makes me a loner because now she's working from home as a freelancer and our life schedules have changed drastically again making me a loner whose's livin' his life wanking twice a day since a week. Yeah fuck me.

When I'm home she's already asleep not to mention locking the door to our bedroom not letting me in and shrew who has got more fond of her mommy than me started giving me an attitude sprawled onto my side of bed when if by any luck I was home early and tried to innocently share a bed with my girlfriend.

I know my Sweetart's a huge softie from inside even though she's pretending not to be. I caught her smiling with adoration at us chin on her knuckles when she saw me playing goofily with one of her kids. Umm. The kids she teaches painting at one of the foster homes.

I couldn't grin much lunaticaly than the day she told me she wanted to something good with her skills so decided to teach it to little peeps for fun and the fact she love kids. Is it so bad that she's all to be blamed for addin' reasons in my 'to have babies with her' list.

She was back to normal after some days when I panickily called Ash stoning her brain what if we're becoming that couple who's glow is dyin' out? she first laughed at my expense then seriously told me Stella probably would leave me beacuse I couldn't spend time with her not even for dinner, then again laughed and threatened me that she'll break my perfectly symmetric face if I think the love of my life would leave me just for this stupid reason. Ashley everyone.

She made me understand that Stell went through the trauma of nearly loosing me to death to getting her dream job crushed, she's a human and most probably requires space to sort her thoughts out. She was fuckin' right. Never knew Ashley's advice could help this much, she could be a therapist but her own depression's enough for herself and she will stab another person because her patience's thinner than any white person's lips. Glad she didn't turned out to be a serial killer.

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