He Stole my Heart

He Stole my Heart

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"Why can't you love me back?" he whispered. I didn't anwser him but instead looked into his bottomless black eyes. They held a depth of sadness in them that made my heart clench up. Why should I be feeling sympathy towards the person that took me away from my life? But the feeling was still there, making me feel confused towards him. He gave up on getting an anwser and walked slowly to the door. I watched his retreating back and the feeling became worse. "I can not love you." he paused with his hand hovering over the doorknob, and turned to look at me. "I can not love you," I repeated. "Because you can't love the person that stole you." If you like read for more.
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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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