Her Ceo Husband Wants Her Time

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ide me wouldn't stop crying. She bawled so loudly with her face in her palms that if we weren't alone, I'm

cipal, Mr. Hardley. As he turned to us he fixed his gaze on me, face riddled with disgust. I loo

led behind him,

h of your parents," Princi

s, her light brown swept her s

ck by Friday, at the latest. And as for you," he p

through my body to my head. "But I didn't do a

as frightened. I turned to her and glared, ma

n I saw the looks on my parents

ghten his striped green jacket. "The next time I see you should be no later, and no sooner! Than Friday. Wh

the bell rang. However, only I was stuck betw

rattled on and on. "And talking back to the principal? C

about it to my face the next time I saw her again. Just the imagination of her smug smile taunting me

s we approached the entrance of the school, Mom released her raven black hair from its bun and h

"She tried to explain, what, several times now? And that man didn't even let her get a word in before he

s now. Any more trouble and she might not be able to graduate. Worst case scenario she'll be kicked out of the school, permanently. I'm not s

d about me. I know that. I also know they would be even more dis

r's family was very religious. So much so that the moment they heard she wanted to ge

a man of their choosing or marry

se the

. According to her, I was as whiny as a baby as I was now. Their lives together didn't last.

turned to me and held my hand, his da

go to a good college and get your degree." I couldn't resist gazing away from his face. College wasn't for me. I find myself to

cretary of a small supermarket to maintain the house we lived in. They needed me, I know

ny nails and superglue that I felt ill? How was I to tell Dad that each time he came home and told us stories about the d

rations in school and hope for a better d

now what you're trying to say. It'

as covered in dyed, dirty blonde hair. "I love ya' kiddo and I'll always be look

red the smell of today's fresh sweat in his clothing. My heart twinged

ight frown on her face, eyes half open and we

es of the school. Our school was a two storey building with a structure that very much needed a modern

me warm instead of my pink, short-sleeved shirt. I could feel the weight of my hair on my lower back. The sun shined on my face, helping t

were swung inside, allowing students to exit more freely. Standing on the sidewalk, in front of a parked silver vehicle, were two persons. A man dressed in

me rich kid who attended dance classes before

s surprised to see them, t

niel stared at his wife with his mouth hanging

ward. I watched as Grace did the same as well, stopping only when she stood directly b

, but I do. And there is no way