James
Ben is getting on my nerves.
It’s all very well that he is Michael’s brother and it’s good of him to offer so much help with the work in the grounds, but his eyes follow me. He stays for a couple of days at a time, usually over the weekend. I’m uncomfortable in my own home.
Heading out of the house to go to work, Charlotte, as ever, walks like queen of the world. I am slightly behind her, my hand in the small of her back.
“Hi, Champ.” Ben nods and smiles. His smile withers when he sees me. “James.”
“Ben.” He scowls, but I make no move to take my hand from Charlotte….
…. That would look like guilty behaviour.
Instead, I simply step to one side and open the door ahead of her, breaking my touch on her in a more natural manner
I'll be glad when that bastard goes back home….
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