Song:Â 'Sofa' by Ed Sheeran
She's reinventing loving me
When we're resembling cutlery on the sofa
It must have been about 5.01 like my blue ripped jeans
And my eyes are closed and I'm way too tired
Hoodie still smells of the beach bonfire
On the sofa, where we lay
I wanna stay inside all day
And it's cold outside, again
And we're both so high
We could fly to Berlin, Tokyo, or Jamaica
We can go where you want, say the word and I'll take y'a
But I'd rather stay on the sofa
On the sofa, with you
HANNAH's POV
"Is there anything else you need for the day, sir? I asked standing in the door of the devil's office.
"No, you can leave."
"Alright, good night then" I turned around to leave when he stopped me.
"I'll drop by in a while." Okay??? And I am supposed to do what about it?
"It's your house, you can come and go as you please," I said with a shrug but not without confusion.
"I mean for a discussion," He looked at my confused face, then further elaborated, "The one we were to have at lunch."
Oh, so that's why.
"Okay, see you then"
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I got home, showered, and changed into the comfiest PJs I own.
I sprawled on the sofa with a bag of crisps in one hand and my cell phone in another as I awaited the arrival of my pizza.
Opening the WhatsApp that recently popped up, I saw Mila's text that she and Jay are coming back in about a week.
Ah finally!! I feel so relieved that not only they are coming back but so is my social life.
I've never been much of an outgoer if not for the 3 friends I've had all my life, they're always the ones who pushed me (or pulled me, literally) to go out, I'm more of a couch potato.
I'm not someone who constantly gets her high by socializing, going out, and meeting new people. I'd rather stay inside surrounded by the few people that I have in life and go out occasionally.
In case you're wondering, then no, I'm not an introvert.
I can strike up a conversation with anyone if I have to without dreading the interaction, it's just I don't feel like doing it. Too many attachments only lead to heartbreaks, the lesser people you'll know the lesser there will be a chance for that.
My friends feel that I am depressed which can be the case but who cares, right?
Wrong!
Oh please, brain, not now, we have other things to focus on. Like, my friends are coming back and I can't wait to see them, especially after all this ordeal I'm going through. And I need Nick back on my side, that idiot refuses to take my calls or messages.
Anyways, I'm just excited to see them again, I miss those three way too much.
I didn't realize I was smiling to myself only unit I heard.
"If you're done smiling, can we talk?" I turned around only to see my boss also known as my alleged husband standing behind me looking at me with an eerie look.
But as usual, his stare doesn't give any indication of what he's feeling, so I can only take wild guesses.
Seeing him standing there only made me conscious of the posture my body must be in. laying on the sofa my one leg overlaid on the headrest and the other one rested on the floor. I sat up so fast I think I've twisted a few muscles of different body parts.
"When did you come?" collecting myself I asked.
"Just now" and he sat opposite me.
Umm, how do I start this conversation? Because small talk is not an option here. Maybe I should wait for him to initiate it.
Silence
Silence....
Maybe, I shouldn't wait fo...
"Why didn't you tell me about Andrew?"
"Huh?"
Of all the things I expected, this interrogative conversation was the least of it.
"You should've told me about him." He looked straight into my eyes.
"I didn't know it was important or related to you in anyways" I answered clearly. I don't think it is his business.
"He's my best friend and you don't think it's related to me?" Hmm, valid question, "And especially when I asked you not to say a word of it to anyone." I can see his clenched fist yet his voice stayed in the same octave as ever.
"Yeah, but I didn't know who he was and furthermore, by then we didn't had any such agreement. You would've known about it if you hadn't disappeared the very day we got..." I started talking with no filter whatsoever until I remembered the events of that night, "... married."
"Still, you could've told me after that," he said leaning back on the headrest.
Oh, the audacity of this dude. He really can push my strings from being nervous in front of him to being angry at him. There's just no in-between.
"Oh really, pray tell, when?" leaning a little forward, I put my elbow on my knee and my hand under my chin, I asked with the sweetest voice I was capable of, "Maybe when you came back the next day, so much in a mood of a conversation, not drunk at all, and obviously the lovely things that you said to me that night, yeah totally, I hear what you're saying."
I saw he wanted to interrupt me, probably to tell me to shut up but I wasn't done at all. No, no, no not today.
"OR, maybe when you were right here in front of my eyes for the next whole month, I should've told you, yeah. Because it wasn't like you had just disappeared once again for a whole fucking month." By the end of it, my voice wasn't as sweet as before. Not at all in fact.
"Lis..." I said not today, right?
"And of course, how can I forget this past week, we were totally like best friends, weren't we"
I can't help but be sarcastic about it, and it's coming out more in the form of anger. It's strange because I didn't realize I cared about all this to make me angry.
"Are you done?" he asked with the most disinterested face like he didn't hear a word of my rant.
It just made me more frustrated.
Nevertheless, I nodded my head.
"Let's start from ourselves."
"Wait," I interrupted, "let me bring a pen and a notebook" He was giving me a questioning look.
"I need to note it down."
"Okay so, let me ask questions and you answer them and then you can ask me." I came back and sat next to him.
"What, you also have a problem if I'll sit next to you?" He gave me a 'whatever' look but didn't say anything.
So much attitude, man, I don't have coronavirus that I can't sit next to him. I got up to go back to my previous spot but he stopped me.
"Stop, just sit here and start." I shook my head a little in annoyance but sat back.
"Alright," I started writing, "Let's start. So, name?" I asked just to make this whole process light.
Clearly, he didn't think like that and gave me the dullest look without actually giving the look, if you can understand what I mean.
"Sorry, let's start it for real this time. Age?"
"29"
"Shit, you're old!" his face instantly turned my way, "Umm, that didn't come out right."
You really need a filter on your mouth, Hans
Hey, come on it's not my fault, he is old. I'm married to an old man!
Anyways, let's continue.
"Date of birth?"
"7th September"
"So almost 30," I said in a whisper but he can hear me, "and that makes you a Virgo, so OCD, obviously." I scribbled it all down in my notebook.
I can feel his gaze piercing into me but I ignored it. To be honest I couldn't care less.
"Education?"
"Master's in architecture and business, both from Harvard"
Woah, he's a handsome educated nerd. Impressive!
We discussed a few more things about him, to say he's an accomplished man would be an understatement.
"And girlfriends?"
"None of your concern," his voice hardened to an unbreakable degree, his eyes becoming that of stone.
"Mine isn't but as your 'wife' I should know this"
"No, you shouldn't"
"Means you had... have, of course, you have." I said remembering him kissing someone else on our wedding night, "Okay, if not all, then one night stands" I can see him throwing daggers at me from the peripheral view of my eyes. I won't dare look back at him.
I'm sure for a man like him, there has to be an nth number of girls so it must be impossible to remember all.
And why are you so interested to know this, Hannah?
I'm asking it only generally, just curious you know, nothing else.
"If not that, then how many serious relationships, maybe?" okay now, you're just pushing it, Hannah.
"Enough! Just cut it already" he stood up from his place and started racking his hand in his hair.
Oh, he looks sexy when he does that, doesn't he?
What, where did that come from?
You're talking in your head, Hannah, so obviously it's coming from you.
Ding!
The bell rang just then, reminding me I had ordered a pizza.
"Are you expecting someone?" he said looking at his watch and then back at me.
"Yeah," I nodded my head and went to open the door.
Thanking the guard I took the pizza from him and came back to the drawing room.
"Okay, so are you hungry?"
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Author's note:
Aww, did you enjoy their first consensual meeting?
This was just the first of the many more that are about to come.
Some of you might think that the story is progressing very slowly but I like to be as precise as I can be. It's like living with the characters in every moment.
This is my 'Breaking Bad'
Comment if you like fast-paced stories or slow-paced ones with character-building.
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