LOGIN"Wanna give one a go?" I suggest to her with a small grin."Might be a bit premature, don't think Max is the marriage type quiet yet" She responds with a quiet giggle, then catches herself as we all stop and gape at her. She hasn't mentioned Max in that context in a very long time. Behind Poppy, Fra
"It's stunning sweetheart, absolutely stunning" My mum comments excitedly as I allow my hands to rest at my sides, my reflection making my heart race quickly. I'm wearing a wedding dress. Maybe not the wedding dress, but a wedding dress none the less. It all seems insane to think that I had spent th
Fran, Bianca and now Sarah are at the racks, perhaps browsing for me or for Fran, who recently moved to London and is flat hunting with her boyfriend Zayn."They have wedding dresses at charity shops? I can't tell if that's bleak or romantic" Poppy comments quietly to me as I sit down beside her."
"You are referred to as exactly what you are, a man, while I am referred to as my relationship to you, a wife. Like the only identifiable thing about me is that now I am your wife but you still get to be a man in your own right" I explain. It's something that's always irked me while watching TV show
"You forget we had sex in a bookstore?" Rhode leans in close and murmurs to me, heat rising on my cheeks instantly. One of my wilder moments I would say."Did not forget that, but I'd rather not have to explain that story to, well anyone" I say with an embarrassed giggle. I definitely told at least
"Please, take it" He states in a soft tone that makes butterflies flit around my stomach. "When?" He adds with a little more urgency."How about, before the years end?" I suggest. It's early October now so going into the colder England months, it's not exactly going to be extraordinary weather but t
Dr Lawrence is sitting in her black leather chair as I enter her office. Her notepad in hand, it appears that she's very ready to start this session. I'm not, not at all. She wants me to talk to her about my past. Even though it's one of the reasons why I even started going to therapy in the first p
"How's your girlfriend?" Kate purrs next to me, the nosy bitch peering her head over and checking my phone as I sit it down on the table. I start to add some food onto my plate as I prepare an answer for her. "She's good" I shrug as I take a sip of my whiskey. Why the fuck would I tell my ex, who i
Rhode 'S P.O.V "Thank you for your time, Mr Whitlock" And with that my 4 pm meeting comes to an end. Fucking finally, I've been over dealing with this shit since the moment it started. I do my best to nod politely as I leave the meeting room, walking briskly towards the bank of elevators at the end
"How did he react when things ended?" She asks. "I'm not sure" I shrug. I swallow the lump that has formed in my throat before I clarify my response. "We had a fight. He went out of town on a business trip and I packed up all of my things and left him a note" Saying it out loud makes me want to bur







