Don't Hold Your Breath

Don't Hold Your Breath

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"What's your name?" I jumped at the sudden question and looked at him. He gave me an impatient look. "Well come on, you can talk can't you?" I opened my mouth and prayed to God that my voice would work for me. "Indigo." He gave me another look, eyebrows raised. I grimaced realizing he wanted my full name. "Havenfield." He nodded and turned back to looking out the window. I felt there was more to that question then just so he knew what to call me, but right now I didn't worry about that. "You're that thief, from the news?" I asked him hesitantly, not sure if it was okay for me to ask questions or not. This time I was sure I saw a hint of a smirk before he nodded. "Yeah, that's me." "Are you going to let me go?" He scowled slightly and his hand twitched on the steering wheel. "I wouldn't hold your breath."
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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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