Wives and divorcee’s love me!
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“You want me to jump?” I raised my octave to show him how dramatic he was sounding right now. “Yes. Hold on to that rope. I will hold you from behind.”
He replied as if this was the most normal the world could be; freak. I miss Kriag so much, he wouldn’t have demanded something like this from me. My baby, I wonder what he is doing now.
That made me linger on the pondering a bit longer, thinking about what were the other’s up to, how was my office doing without me, is Jules even aware that I am feeling betrayed and angry with him and that is why I am missing, and if not me then who was feeding the cat of my blind neighbor in the sixteenth floor?
“I love my life and I preach safety myself, so bloody no!”
“Such a sore loser–” I didn’t let him complete, “Must be you to force me into something so dangerous an–”
In a nick of moment my universe whirled, along with the contents of my intestine, while my heart felt directionless and pumped everywhere making it drum crazily. Is this how it felt for suicide’s chosen of free fall?
I opened my mouth to shout at him but the fear in me didn’t let anything out from inside me. Gabriel kept his grip tightly on my waist, and one handedly was holding some black wire, which I tried to get a hold of but our height difference wouldn’t allow me to do it. So, I settled for the next nearest safety option, strong built-up arms of his.
Locking my hands around his neck I tried opening my eyes again, which only resulted in a meet and greet session with darkness as my hair kept beating on my face, there was air inlet from somewhere meaning an escape route around, and if this is how I am going to walk into a hospital for a month stay I may as well share some life secrets with him.
“I.mn ar.e hip wathag!” I found myself dumbfounded on what the hell was I even speaking. Why were my words so jumbled?
“What?” Gabriel’s voice echoed through the whole hole way. And how is his so clear?
“I AM IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH KRIAG!” I used my entire lungs power and a tad bit of stomach voice to convey my life ending message. Bringing this on light I think I should’ve done this earlier, like before the marriage.
The tunnel was filled with white complete white noise and I was not even sure if Gabriel gave me a reply or not, even if he did it is such a waste that I couldn’t hear it. Why is it like this that I am in my senses to talk all about this important stuff and consider their impacts on my decision now?
Sir Kongee’s therapy on me must not be working yet Gabriel made a safe landing on some carpeted floor, followed by my pair of red flip flops, and blackness along with a dizzy head engulfed my senses, maximizing the ability of my body falling in lean towards his like a magnet.
I was trying to only catch a breath!
“You really do have a knack for saying all the wrong things at the most dangerous times.”
He said as I left his support and tried to stable myself with the surroundings, however his voice and statement implied as if he was willing to leave me off and let me fall down just because I declared my complicated relationship status.
Well, it may be wrong for him too. I shouldn’t have put them all in such a family situation. But I have this gut feeling that our contract will be over even before all our families manage to understand this sudden marriage, get the news and comprehend what was happening.
“I guess I am an expert on that.” I gave a quick glance around me, “What is all this? NIS office? Secret headquarters of CIA?”
The room was a large illusioned one, looked too small but it was extremely large, filled with a lot of eye protecting colors of blue and white, one side was stocked with cupboards and seeing the pair of guns and scattered powder on the uncleaned floor it must be safe to assume it is a safe for arms and guns.
“Wives and divorcee’s love me!” Gabriel said and clapped his hands twice, as I looked at him in clear disapproval of, he could sound so cocky with such a narcissist statement, so even being the king of this country.
“How can you be such an ass?”
“It wasn’t my idea. It
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