Waters and Currants

Waters and Currants

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"I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" Alexander screamed into the wind as he stood on the deck of the USS Incognito in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. The wind carried away his yell because there was a storm brewing, and since the Incognito was a submarine, they were getting ready to go under the waters, under the storm, and under radar. But while he was on deck, he desperately tried to get in contact with her again. He had desperately tried to reach her but had lost at every attempt. He had left messages and written letters. No reponse. This time, he called her cell phone. The number he had gotten from his sister's husband because the number he had was old and had been changed. It rang and rang and rang, then voice mail. He didn't leave a message. He didn't know what to say. What he did know was he had to get back to his wife. By any means necessary!
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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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