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bitch, right?" Denzel throws his

test trace of humanity. Denzel continues to laugh but stops w

caging me between him and the wall. His chest aligns with my face. Ev

e feel

an make you suffer?" He angrily slams his hands on the wall, talking through g

nce to ask for help. I can only crane my neck and gaze at his han

e off guard when I

ate? You sti

words leave my mouth. Denzel's forehead creases and

x is why he still uses the same shaving cream that I bought him fo

et me bury mys

h. "The product turned out mo

heart has calmed down a bit and my nerves are quie

oring into my face before icy fingers graze my cheek. A shiver runs through my back. Ne

really fast for me to think it's a mirage, but I can swear I

hone

es into his pants. And for reasons I can't explain, a thought cros

curious. And since he already searched for a wedding ring on

und as nonchalant as I can, but

and I migh

rcasm or humour in his voice, but it's as ster

any years, woul

e hallway, taking one step at a time. "I'm not going to pick up a tra

ut I have to stop abruptly whe

gh, Naomi... there were g

ice is as cold as ice. I can't tell if he's h

to his straight, emotionless face. His fists ball firmly

ng makes a vas

one by one, and he doesn't stop me. Once I'm do

o meet us in the parking area. I take the li

is in. I'm standing at the beginning of the hallway when I noti

not a stranger. She's far from a stranger. My heart jumps to my t

y case and instead, raise more suspicion. It's

k questions. She's currently crouched down before him, her f

I'm blocked from her sight, and

ift and then I run to Ben like I'm training for a marathon. I don't waste tim

get into the car with Marcus. As soon as B

sweat coat my

's wr

coming out heavily. I truly

driving and pays little attentio

car drives towards us and Marcus swerves. He ba

hi

gaze forward, but Marcus is l

ugh telling him now is a bad i

ur of ride, neither of us says a word. I catch Marcus glance

's parking lot. I carry Ben upstairs to

covering him with quilts. I peck his

anyone tak

g for me at the dining table. I retrieve my l

s fingers, trying to keep his mind busy. I perch my

s to the seat opposite him. After I'm seated, he doe

him about the encounter with Denzel

nk we shoul

I thought after all the drama, he'd know w

inds out about Ben, he wouldn't bat an eye b

nom. I can see Marcus visibly flinch, because I'm n

worse than him finding

with Marcus. But I'm still

t to share Ben." I look Marcus dead in the

see from the windows, rain pouring down. The weather l

e threshold of his room, rubbing his sleepy eyes

rom his seat and takes Ben back

rances to appetite, likes and dislikes, the similarities amaze me. Whereas I li

be Denzel doing to pass the storm since I'm not

of my mind. I open my laptop to check my inbox. Th

fake address and even though my brain is telling me t

bumps rise on my skin, but not

t wait to feel myself inside y

ere there is an attachment. And again, I know I should just blo

a pic

e hotel. It's such a close shot that whoever took i

's an

him and the wall. The person must have taken this shot from another r

ou bitch. I'll make you pay for every t

laptop and hop on my bed. Sliding under the covers, I try to sleep in, for

don't like the sound