The Billionaire and the Waitress

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ney to Chicago had gone amazingly well. Following a shockingly significant time frame of ludicrous social events

rter's Software - and it ought to have been a period of cheerfuln

was constantly going to work, and she... without a doubt, I wasn't certain what kept her clamoring nowadays. We didn't talk like

myself as I imagined her face when she saw me. I imagined her tossing her arms around me, laughing, charmed to have me home. We'd go during that time together, reconnecting,

ere. I continued to replay recollections of when things between Charlotte and

ssed me. Not for all time put in a position to bring that back. At last, we pulled

hing, it had begun to feel vacant. Not as a result of its size but rather because something was

ard the entryway quietly. I opened it, pushing the

iously, yet there was no reaction. The house was disagreeably quiet. Regularly, the

sacks at the entry and strolled further inside. The weak

ely evident that someone was here? My front

ps her companions were finished, or s

right. I strolled higher up, my mea

sed toward our room. My heart beat in my chest, an energy of fear crawli

npleasant. The way to our room was unimportantly unlat

here was something else about it. It wasn't the lighthearted

nd ordinary, yet not mine. My chest fixed, and thus

brain, with an incredibly not manly me. Messed up in the sheets, their bodies wo

son's life. This couldn't occur. Not to me. Not to us. Charl

iately pulled the sheets up around her, cover

s shaking, anyway, all I could hear was th

s, each muscle in my body fixin

me. In our bed. The man - whoever the discipline he was - snatc

ation like the wimp he was. "Liam, please... license me to sort out," Charlotte's voice was

ou sort out something like this? I was

out how the situation was turning out. This was the l

do this? How long has this been going on? The room felt like it was inc

d to leave before I lost it. Without saying a word, I turned and left the room.

t like I was moving in a sluggish turn of events, such as sinking into a sand trap and co

ment that was tearing through my chest. My hands shook as I sought after my telephone, sca

e lucky new development quickly. I strolled around my v

a terribleness I was unable to mix from. This gives off an impression o

truly didn't have any ide