Strings

Chapter 13

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After a whole day of Netflix I finally make my way downstairs to see if there's something that I could eat.

Non-stop binge watching does have its own limitations, unfortunately.

I make my way to the kitchen and reheat the pasta Julia prepared earlier.
I eat on the counter and then go towards the sink to clean up all the dishes I had just used.

Deciding that a glass of juice wouldn't hurt, I remove the bottle from the fridge. I fish around for the glasses and I realize I have no idea where the glasses are kept.

Oh boy. This could take some time.

I open the upper cabinet and finally spot the neatly arranged glasses placed on the upper shelf of the cabinet.
Except they were too high up.

I climb on top of the kitchen counter, and crane my whole body towards the high cabinets. The risk being it was a little way ahead and I could seriously get injured if I wasn't careful.

Putting one feet over the counter and other on the high stools for support I stretch my hand outwards reaching for the glass.

Almost there, I stretch further; which I realize I shouldn't have. The stool on which I had gingerly placed one feet on toppled over making me loose my balance.

I shut my eyes super tight waiting for the fall to finally hit me but it never came.
Ever so slowly, I open my eyes only to meet with a pair of raging blue-green ones.

His deep ocean blue eyes were mesmerizing as storms of green moved about in them. I have never seen eyes as beautiful as his. But again, I have also never come across anybody who looks half as beautiful as he does.

God sure took his sweet time in creating this one.

I shift my focus from his eyes to how he was holding me and my face flushes immediately when I finally register his hand clasped firmly around my exposed waist.
Because of my cropped woolen sweater little bit of my skin was exposed around my waist and that's exactly where he'd caught me.

My skin burning with warmth as he refuses to move his hand holding my small frame unbelievably close to him. His smell washes all over me, a delicious earthy yet easily distinguishable as expensive with just a hint of cigarettes scent and that alone was enough to make my nerves go on overdrive.

"Hey are you guys done making babies in the kitchen or will this go on longer?"

I freeze immediately and stare furiously down taking my hands off of Hayden, beyond embarrassed I was caught in such a situation.

"Mm clearly Hayden hasn't had his fill yet." The girl says again amusement laced in her voice.

My heart drops a little seeing he brought a girl home and not only that but she was openly amused with how miserable I was.

I don't know why I felt this way, like obviously he wouldn't remain faithful to this marriage, to me, when I was only a business deal.
A collateral in his success that he just had to put up with.

"H-Hayden?" I ask ever so softly, my voice coming out light and feeble.

He doesn't respond back, his grip not loosening up either.