A ghost?

Sweat beads rolled in his face down to his almost bare chest as he increased his speed on the treadmill. After what seemed like ten minutes, Liam stopped wiping his face clear. He felt hands touch him from behind making his skin stiffen at the sudden intrusion.

“Babe, if you're done, how about I help you relax, we haven't spent time together alone, I miss you,” Isabelle whispered into his ear trailing kisses on his shoulder region.

Liam closed his eyes tightly, trying to control what he felt as he turned around to face her.

“Isabelle it's been years can't you get the memo? I don't want to be with you,” Liam said, gritting his teeth in anger at Isabelle's persistent nature.

After they got married, Isabelle had been clingy and if it were not for that drunken wedding night, Liam would never have touched her.

“How can you say that, Li?” Isabelle asked, not knowing she had just poked her finger into a lion's nose.

“What did you just call me?” Liam asked, his every word filled with anger.