KYLEWhen Ms Burton shows her face to my office again, I look at her with a confused glance. It's shocking because she had asked me if she could apply for a leave application, but she has still shown up to work today. Wondering why she hasn't left for a holiday, I cross my arms against my chest."Mr Waugh, the planning team wants clarification on a few clauses for a press release that is supposed to go out for our public event. Can you look over this?" She presents a file that she has been holding in her hands. "Ms Jenkins wants you to green signal the project." She clears her throat. "Fiona is anticipating an update in the next few hours."Picking up the file to flip through the pages inside it, I realise that I have yet to decide on the last project, and last night was hectic for an entirely different reason. I wipe the smile off my face at the realisation.Looking up, I stare at Ms Burton squarely."Where are the meeting minutes from yesterday? I need the

DAWNI smile as I open my eyes and watch Kyle sleeping next to me. My eyes find the wall clock, and I realise it's two in the morning. After making love, we ended up falling asleep. My stomach growls with a loud vengeance as I pat the side of Kyle's head. His eyes blink, and he lifts his eyes and wakes up because of my small gesture."Did I wake you?" I ask him while yawning into the back of my hand. "I didn't mean to do that."He shakes his head, stirring in his sleeping position to face me. He stretches his neck from side to side."No, you didn't." He stretches his arms. "It's all right even if you did." A hint of a smile touches his lips. "Are you hungry?""A little bit." I put my palm around his face, and he doesn't even blink an eye when I reach for him. "We didn't eat at all. Would you like to eat something?"He brushes his face against my palm like a kitten."We can get a snack." He sits up against the headboard and then stares at me. "Shoul

DAWN"I think it's all done. I've finished this mind-numbing part of the marketing strategy." I edge my work chair closer to Julie's, who is scratching the back of her neck, lost in her thoughts. "What are you working on?"Julie has a faraway look in her eyes, but when she hears me talking, she pivots her head around to take a look at me."Uh, did you say something to me?"I nod my head."What are you thinking about?" Then I assess her face for clues. "It looks like something is going on. Isn't it?"She licks her lower lip, hiding her face from me. She doesn't say anything for a long minute then her eyes flick to her computer monitor. I eventually glimpse an open email as her cursor blinks near the subject line, but Julie hasn't gotten around to sending an answer yet.When I stare closely at the contents of the email, my jaw hits the floor.Is this for real?"What the hell is that about?"Julie takes a second to realise I have read her personal email, but she doesn't seem mad. From he

DAWNWhat was that about?Why was he so distant?Somehow, I find myself walking towards the extended lobby and then stumbling inside the elevator car, my eyes on the floor.Did he really leave without saying anything?Why was he in such a hurry?Did something happen at work?What is he hiding from me?Does he not trust me enough to open up to me?Scary thoughts swirl through my head as I swallow and sigh inadvertently. Wringing my fingers, I bite my lower lip.I wanted to surprise him.Instead, I was surprised by how formal he was when he kissed me.Is this how it will always be when we are at the office?Feeling embarrassed at the whole encounter, I bite the insides of my cheek. Not knowing where I'm going, I press the call buttons on the keypad to take me to the cafeteria floor.If I have to be an emotional wreck about what my husband feels about me, I will not do all the thinking on an empty stomach.Fuck

KYLEFeeling the anticipation as I head home after the long day I have just had feels soothing. The drive back home puts me in a mood of excitement and merriment. I feel like a child on Christmas morning waiting to open the gifts my nanny has planned and picked out for me because I had been such a good boy the entire year. Even hearing Neil whistling while he drives me back home doesn't sullen my mood even a little bit."Are you done texting your wife, Mr Waugh?" Neil asks. "Can I have my phone back? I need to text a friend."Picking up the phone from my side of the seat, I hand it back to him with a warning."Don't text and drive, Neil. It is not safe." I shake my head. "It's not a good habit unless you want to get us killed."Neil laughs."I wanted to text my friend after I dropped you off." He licks his lips. "I have a church meeting I want to attend tonight, and I am also running a bake sale over the weekend. That's why I needed my phone for updates