Made Easy

Made Easy

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Romance
Approximately seven months ago, there was an incident. Five months ago a divorce Three months ago there was a job offer. Yesterday was a move. Today is a fresh start. *** "Do you think you'll ever talk again?" I shrug. "Do you want to talk again?" I shrug again. He sighs slightly, and I feel a rush of guilt for what seems to be no apparent reason. "If you wanted to, what would you say to me?" He asks slowly. I hesitate for a moment. What do I want to tell him? The guy that makes my heart stop when he looks at me, the guy who sends my head spinning when he holds my hand. The guy who I feel most safe within the whole world. I know when I'm with him I'm safe. Nothing like what did happen will happen ever again. I bury my face into the crook of his neck, then take a deep breath. Then I softly whisper. "I love you."
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"Get out," I said in a firm voice, but it shook a bit at the end. The muscles in his jaw tensed when I said that. Instead of getting out, he closed the door and started taking calculative predatory steps toward me. His eyes moved all over my length. My heart started to drum fast. It made me take a step back until my back was flat against the wall. "I said get out," I repeated, trying to sound firm when he was only a step away from me. He stood in front of me with his hands in his pants pocket. "Last time I checked, I still own this place," he said arrogantly in his deep voice, which made me want to sink into the wall. He stood in front of me. "But it's my workplace," I breathed out when he cut an inch of distance between us. His body was not touching me, but my body still twitched as if his calloused hands were moving all over me. I lowered my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself, but my heartbeat raised when I heard steps coming towards us. "Someone is coming. Go from here," I found myself pleading. The steps became louder as if the person were just a few steps away from opening the door. I don't want rumours to be spread here. An evil smile formed on the corner of his lips looking at the distress on my face. "I'm not afraid to be seen with my wife," he said in his deep, low voice, sending shivers down my spine. My eyes snapped towards him in anger. I know he was doing this on purpose because no one here knows we are married. Why is he breaking the deal?

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