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As quiet as she had been, he had noticed her by the door, standing there with such horror in her eyes, her bag still in hand and her fur coat still wrapped around her body from her trip. His eyes had widened and his jaw had dropped open at the sight of her. She had turned back quietly and pulled her luggage into the guestroom. Shutting the door firmly behind her and not coming out till 6 this morning when she had snuck out unnoticed. She hadn't even been well rested, made even worse because she had Chris knocking on

iness deal in London hadn't been an easy one to seal. She believed anyone would look like this too if they had a 63 year old widower who was supposed to be buying paintings trying to stuff his hands in their pants every 10 minutes only to come home and meet their partner railing another woman. When she had finally grabbed her luggage and wheeled out of the hotel with the deal on her belt, it had f

eather clad seat of her car and threw her phone and purse on the passenger's seat, maintaining her calm as she backed out of the lot slowly. It wasn't until she was on the highway, steadily driving her way down that she finally took her phon

s going away to faraway Houston to study English and Literary Studies, Kim had literally felt her heart fall. That would be the farthest they had ever stayed from each other. For days she had worked hard on changing her sister's mind but it all had proved futile. A month later she had been standing at the airport watching her baby sister wave a final bye as she got on the plane to T

in her stomach and she drove her way up, past the row of identical houses till she was in front of her house. Her heart skipped a beat when she

he sink……..the last straw had been when she has walked into her toilet one day to meet it unflushed. She had gone bananas and coldly ordered him out of her house. A week later he was back and begging and perhaps a part of her had felt like she did need him in her life because she had accepted him back. Not only back into her life but into her house. He had behaved for a couple of wee

o her house open. The bright gold light of her sitting room filled her vision and the first thing she noticed was the vase of white roses that sat on the centre table. On the coat rack by the door, a single f

er seat and offered to sit, and as she had taken in his well cut tuxedo and expensive hairstyle, she had been happy with what she had seen. His green eyes had twinkled merrily all through their conversation and his veneers had given his smile an extra glamour. It had been 8 months since she was last in a relationship

ns of his office shirt open and his tie loose around his neck. He stared at her beseechingly but even as she stared back, she couldn't bring herself to feel anything but anger. Not love,

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