Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 95307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
We're still explosive together. I guess you have that with years of familiarity under your belt. Although not everything was familiar, such as her bare pussy. Rage had hit me when I thought she’d done that for someone else. It's the same exact rage racing through me just from the thought that another man gets to touch her. Could be touching her. "Fuck," I mumble, shifting in my chair to adjust my hard cock. That's something else that will never change, not when it comes to Winnie. Just thinking of her has me hard as steel. It's been that way since the day I first laid eyes on her, and I imagine it will be that way until the day I die. She is my Winnie, after all.
She used to be mine.
Balling my hands into fists, my eyes focus in on the W tattoo, a constant reminder of the failure I am. I couldn't keep her happy, and this job was the reason. I didn't put her first, but in my mind, I was doing just that. I was securing us financially for the future, for the family we never got to have. I let myself get zoned into giving her the world, yet lost her in the process.
I miss my wife.
I miss her with an ache deep in my soul. I fucked up, and I don't know how to fix it. I've tried to call her a couple of times since D-day, with no answer. I've sent text messages that have gone unread. I've done everything but show up on our— I mean, her doorstep. Picking up my phone, I pull up my calendar to see what day it is. They've all become one big blur these past two weeks. My chest literally hurts when I see the reminder for today.
Three weeks until Winnie's birthday.
I was so busy last year that I didn't remember her birthday until the day before. I rushed out to buy her a gift, ended up with a necklace, a heart-shaped pendant that apparently, she already had. In my defense, I never pay much attention to those kinds of things. Not when I can stare into those green eyes of hers, or run my fingers through her soft silky hair, grip her ass… You see where I'm going with this. I should have paid more attention. So I added a reminder starting today to alert me once per week until the day is here. Never again did I want to fail her like that.
My finger hovers over the reminder. I should delete it. I'm just torturing myself by leaving it on my calendar, but I can't do it. I can't bring myself to remove it, delete her from my life.
“What did that phone ever do to you?” Chase asks from the doorway of my office.
Closing my calendar, I set my phone on my desk. “What do you want, Chase?”
“Aww, you're still in a shitty moody,” he coos.
“Fuck off. Do you have a reason for interrupting me? I'm trying to get some work done.”
“Right,” he says with a laugh, drawing out the word. “You looked more like you were trying to plot ways to blow up your phone.”
“Again, did you need something?” I ask, my irritation rising.
“Yeah, I need the linen contract for the West location.”
As I mentioned, All Fit is expanding. Just locally, we are currently in the easternmost part of the state, making the original location also the east location. We have two new sites in progress; one in the west and one in the south. I'm searching for properties for the north location too. It's not like I want to be worldwide, but I'm making strides here in my home state, and I'm proud of that. I just wish Winnie was here to share it all.
“Harrison,” Chase prompts.
“Sorry, I don't think I've run across that one yet.” I sift through the piles of paperwork and folders that litter my desk. I've gotten shit done these past couple of weeks.
“Careful, we might lose you to all that paper,” Chase jokes.
“Very funny, jackass. I’ve had a lot going on.”
“Listen, man. I know you’re torn up about the divorce, but you need to start moving on. You can’t live your life pining after her. She’s gone.”
“She’s not gone,” I bite back.
“Yeah, Harrison, she is. She divorced your ass. You’ve got to move on.”
“I don’t fucking want to move on!” I shout, way too loud for this time of day. I have a gym full of customers out there. "I don't want to," I say, softer this time. “It was a mistake, a huge mistake, and fuck me if I know how to fix it."
“Let's go out tonight. We can have a few beers at Twist of Lime. You need to put yourself back out there.”
“Jesus, Chase. Do you hear yourself right now? The ink is barely dry on the divorce papers, and you're already pushing me to find someone else.” Not that I'm surprised. Chase and Winnie got along, but he never could understand how I could tie myself to one woman. He's a self-proclaimed bachelor and owns it like a boss. You would think that I would have envied him, but it was the exact opposite. I felt sorry for him, and I still do. I may be divorced, but I know what it's like to come home to the love of your life. To fall asleep with her tucked tight against your chest and wake up the same way. I know what it's like to have her wake me up in the middle of the night to make love, and me her. Chase kicks them out before the condom hits the trash can. I know what it's like to always have her in my corner, always. Sure, we lost our way, but in no way could I ever regret the time we had together.