Consequences

seventeen

Gray

Glancing at the digital clock on my desk, a sigh escape my lips at the time. It is only an hour until midnight and I am still stuck in my office.

An outsider will think I am crazy for drowning myself in work. But I can't help it either. There are so many papers to deal with. Lisa, my secretary, called in for a two day sick leave. It has been hectic without her. All the unedited documents are directly sent to me. I have to deal with all of them. Literally.

At least it was the last day. She will come back tomorrow. Then I will have some time to relax.

Getting up from my office chair, I first discard the trash of the food I ordered in. Afterwards, I pick my suit jacket that I took off when the working hours ended and everyone went home. Grabbing my cellphone, I exit my office cabin and go towards the lift. I press the button that will take me to the parking lot. The ding echoes before the lift door slides open letting me enter the parking lot.

My matte black Mercedes stands alone but proudly in there. The parking lot feels eerily quiet, as if it is straight out of a haunted movie, with no car or person around even though it is properly lit all around.

Making my way to the car, I unlock it before settling in. The engine purs as I start the car. I decide to make a little detour on the way to Ella's so as to grab some more clothes and stuff I may need there. I have used all the clothes I brought previously and I don't want Ella doing my laundry.

Ella.

A sigh escape me as she occupies my brain. I have been so busy with work, I never found time to talk to her after the party. It hurt looking at her tear-filled eyes. It hurt more knowing I was the reason for her pain. I hate myself for hurting her again and again. Although unintentional, yet I can't help feeling regretful.

Was it a mistake taking her to the party? It took a second for Ella to run away from me when I left her hand to take out my wallet to give the man my business card. My blood boiled when I found her with some douche. I couldn't help but let jealousy overwhelm me when I caught her laughing with someone other than me. Knowing I wasn't the reason behind her laugh, it felt like someone had stabbed me in the heart.

I put the radio on to distract myself and to stop myself from drowning in self-pity. Because, somehow, I believe Ella loves me. And I love her too. More than anything. I just hope my love for her would be enough to win her back, to earn her trust again.

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Putting the extra pair of key Ella hides beneath the welcome mat, I unlock the door and twist the door knob open trying to be as quiet as possible.

Ella would be sleeping and I don't want to wake her up.

I enter her place without making a sound, a duffel bag full of clothes in my hand, and tip toe to the living room.

I freeze in my steps when a crashing sound resonates from the kitchen.

"Is that you Ella?" I call.

Throwing the duffel bag on the couch, I hurry to the kitchen when I hear a grunt. I rush to pick her up as soon as I take in the fact she is hurt. Seating her on the kitchen counter, I ask, "What were you thinking, El?"

I glance around at the shattered glass on the floor and then at the drops of blood. I then take her hand in mine and look at her wound. Anger consumes me as I realise the fact that she could have hurt herself seriously.

"I just was going to clean the glass but the fucker hit me," she slurs, a cute scowl appearing on her face as she eyes her wound.

"How much did you drink, Ella?" I shake my head in amusement, the previously burning anger long forgotten.

"A little too much," she childishly giggles showing how little she drank through the small gap between her thumb and index finger of her good hand.

"Don't move. I will be back." I tell her before leaving the kitchen.

"Roger that, Sir," she calls after me, saluting me with her good hand and making me smile.

I head to the bathroom to fetch the first aid kit. I check the cabinet in her vanity and there I find what I am looking for. Taking the box out, I make my way to the kitchen.

Upon reaching, I see Ella in the same position I left her in. She still has her good hand in a salute.

"You told me not to move," she tries to say in a duh tone but fails because she is drunk. I roll my eyes but an amused smile nonetheless crosses my lips.

Drunk Ella has always been a sight to see. She curses a lot when she is angry at someone or something. A lot. She also gets really horny sometimes. I remember her teasing me every time she ended up drunk.

Flashback.

"What are you doing?" Ella asked. She was standing behind the couch I was sitting on, bent against the back of the couch so that her face was at the same level as mine.

"Work," I answered unattentively, my whole attention focused on the laptop screen. Out of the blue, I felt her hands massaging my shoulders. A groan escaped me as I felt relaxation settle in. "You are good, baby. It feels amazing."

"It does?" she asked and I stopped typing as I noticed the slight slurring in her voice.

"Are you drunk, El?" I enquired, my eyes furrowing in the process.

"Maybe," she answered honestly making me grin. My wife could be so naive sometimes. But it was one of the many things I loved about her.

"I was wondering if you could do the work another time." Her hands stopped stroking my shoulders as she whispered in my ear, her hair tickling my skin as they fell down from the loose bun.

"And what do you propose I do right now?" I asked not following where she was going.

Not a second passed by when she bit my ear and whispered. Her voice husky but dominant, something I couldn't refuse.

"Do me."

Flashback ends.

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I am really sorry for the late update. I just couldn't think further about the story.

Now I think I have figured everything out and I know where the story will be going. I will be updating sooner. Twice a week.. or once since I am having exams? I am not not sure. What I am sure about is that something big is going to happen.

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