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-Eri Jones-
Don had been too busy for the past three weeks which automatically made me busy.
Apparently, he needed to work extra if he wanted to make his company a 'trillion dollar company'
I mean, he literally worked every single time.
Both at the company and at home.
I barely ever saw him as he was either in his office at home or at work.
To fuel up my irritation, the annoying bodyguards wouldn't leave my presence for a second.
I know they were just trying to keep me safe but it was getting too much.
Choking in fact.
Every single place.
The bathroom, they're standing by the door, not caring about my privacy.
The mall, they're surrounding me.
To watch a movie, they're there.
Every single place. Must they be space invaders?
"...this is why I think you should stop working for a while to discuss plans on our one year anniversary." I concluded my five minute speech.
And irritation bubbled inside of me when Don didn't even raise his head from the stupid laptop.
This was ten in the night for crying out loud, when every normal person was at home relaxing, probably having a fun night with their wives.
But noooo, we just had to still be in the company, doing whatever boring work we're doing and him possibly not paying attention to what I'd been saying for five whole minutes.
"Don!" A crease tugged at my brows as I seared holes through my glare, into his head from where I stood by the door.
It seemed I'd startled him, before he turned to me like he hadn't realized I was there.
What the heck.
"Uh, Eri-"
"You weren't listening to me?" That was obvious, but I still thought it was right to ask.
His expression showed it all. That he wasn't listening at all.
"I'm sorry, I'm just a little too busy."
"Yeah, too busy to even think about your fucking wedding anniversary. Your first anniversary." I snapped at his tired looking self.
He let out a sigh I assumed to mean him being tired of my presence.
Obviously he was tired.
"I'm outta here." I pivoted, opening the door, walking out of the office and slamming the door before I heard Don say "I-" but I didn't bother to let him finish.
With all anger in me, I stomped to the elevator when I noticed the guards trailing behind me.
"Don't even think about following me." I ordered in pure choler.
They seemed shocked, because they immediately retreated.
I pushed the button of the elevator, which I entered once the door separated, pressing the button to the first floor.
The elevator dinged and the doors separated again.
Still annoyed, I sauntered out of the company, igniting Dina's goodbye.
Maybe I was overreacting.
Could it be I was just getting annoyed at Don for no reason?
No.
Even if he was so busy, it didn't mean he shouldn't have at least one moment for his wife.
We hadn't had sex in who knows how long, and now, it seemed he even forgot about our anniversary.
Nope, I wasn't being annoyed.
But still, he was busy. I couldn't blame him.
No, I should, because no matter what, he shouldn't be too busy to have time for his wife.
Gosh, this was annoying.
My thoughts was enough to even tire me.
So, I decided to just take a walk down the street and probably use that as a calming resort.
And I figured, as I walked down the silent street and let the cool air sellsh my hair to the side, this was actually letting my thoughts flow better.
Maybe I was being too mean.
It was a wish of his to make his company a trillion dollar own, so as his wife, rather than adding to his stress by complaining, I should probably be assisting him.
I shouldn't be worsening things for him.
This was a time to be a good wife material.
Maybe I should go back and apologize.
Who knows, it might end up letting him take a break and we both have a sweet night cuddled naked.
That thought went down the hill when I noticed I wasn't alone in this empty street late at night.
From my side view, I sighted a hooded figure ambling behind me.
Someone clad in black.
Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to take a walk without my bodyguards.
I mean, they were meant to protect me, right?
Gosh Eri, have you always been dumb.
My heart suddenly started throbbing, and as quickly as possible, I grabbed my phone from the pocket of my skirt, unlocked it with my fingerprint and sent a message to Don as I felt like a call would alarm whoever was behind me (also praying it wasn't June).
'Dom, I sense danger. I'm heading on a straight pathj frpm tge cimpany. Pkease srbd helo.'
I sent the message, certain it had a lot of grammatical errors as I hadn't looked at what I typed, and my hands trembled.
When I increased my stride, the hooded figure did the same, alarming me enough to kick off my heels and start running.
The fear in me increased the moment this person began chasing me.
Oh no.
Run feet. Run! Please!
But my legs didn't heed, reminding me I wasn't a fast running.
Even with the adrenaline increasing my speed, I was probably still the slowest runner on earth.
That wasn't good. Certainly not.
"Please run." I could feel the tears in my eyes as I ran as fast as my legs could go (which wasn't enough).
The hooded figure was very much faster, reaching my pace and grabbing my shoulder with so much force, my feet slipped and I landed on my butt.
"You done with your fucking race?" That voice was one I certainly knew.
My worst nightmare had arrived and this was most certainly the end for me.
Though I didn't want to, I had to look up at the hooded figure and the fear that washed over me was unexplainable. “June.”
She had a small lump on her belly, but that was the last thing on my mind when I sighted what was on her hand.
A gun.
No. I needed to escape.
She would kill me if I didn't.
But as I was about rising to my feet for another run, she pushed me back with one or two, maybe three (I don't know) painful kicks on the stomach.
It stole some breath from me, sending dizziness to grab hold of me.
She crouched in front of me, so we stayed face to face with each other.
My brain screamed at me to push her and run off, but my body wouldn't comply.
Her kick was all it took to weaken me.
"You," it came out with so much loath, my heart began throbbing even faster, "how dare you take my lover from me and think you can get away with it."
"June, p-p-" the racing of my heart took over my body.
No words came out of my mouth, just the sound of my heavy breathing and the sight of my rising and falling chest.
She stood up, leaning backwards. "I've been waiting for you to come out alone. If you're gone, Don would certainly come to me."
This was a psycho.
A creepy psycho.
And she had a gun in hand.
Oh gosh.
With a creepy smile, she moved more steps back.
This was an opportunity to run, but my legs were in so much pain, they couldn't stand.
My body was hurting.
Slowly, she stretched forth the hand that had the gun, and all breath seized when I noticed the gun was directed to my chest.
One shot and I was gone.
The tears came out on their own accord. "Please, this is not the right way." The words came out without me realizing how.
She let out a dry laugh, barely a laugh. "Right way?" Her finger trailed in front of the trigger. "The way you took Don from me, Eri, wasn't the right way."
Oh my, she wasn't going to spare me no matter what.
Though I heard no steps, I still turned.
And to my relief, Fon was walking a few feet away, staring right at us.
The relief soon turned to additional fear when I noticed he was alone.
Why the fuck was he alone?