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April 22, 1931
This diary has few pages left. That's why today, when I left work, I went to a stationery store and bought three more notebooks. I have the feeling that I will need diaries to relate everything that this year has prepared for me.
I'm happy. Today I rejoined the Shelby Company Limited and when I got to my secretary's office, I noticed that the door to Thomas's office was wide open and he was waiting for me. When Thomas saw me arrive he stood up and I went to where he was, not allowing him to go towards me.
"Close the door" he demanded.
I did what he said, although I could perceive that my heart was stirring restlessly in my rib cage. I was aware of what was about to happen and, being honest, I longed for it. I had been looking forward to seeing him again since he said goodbye to me, and I would be lying if I said that somehow I did not regret not accompanying him to London.
Thomas Shelby came briskly over and took me almost violently. Unlike the first time he had kissed me, I noticed in that kiss a significant degree of despair. He clung to the flesh of my hips like a hungry eagle and I couldn't help but jump when I noticed his hands slipping further below what I considered "allowed".
"I missed you", he confessed, interrupting the kiss with the same brutality with which he had started it.
"I missed you too, Mr. Shelby", I said, teasing him with the distance generated because I still wasn't call him by his first name. At that point, it was no longer a matter of trust, but I was simply doing it to delight in his reaction.
And Thomas' reaction was to scrutinize me with his eyes, somewhat disturbed and restless, but that did not prevent him from devouring my lips again and finally daring to got into my mouth with his tongue. I felt that I was choking on his appetite but I did not complain.
Three knocks on the door were enough for me to fall from Heaven into reality and become as stiff as a stone. Thomas stopped kissing me but didn't let me go and shifted his eyes to the door in front of him with annoyance.
"Who is it?"
"What do you mean, 'who is it'?" I recognized the voice immediately and a chill ran down my spine. "It's your fucking wife. Open up".
Reluctantly, Thomas separated from me. I, on the other hand, had been immobilized, wondering what Lizzie would think when she saw me there, locked up with her husband.
Lizzie's expression when she saw me was just as I had imagined. When Thomas unlocked the door and opened it, she walked into the office believing that there was no one else there. She stopped perplexed when she saw me standing in the middle of the office, agitated and surely very flushed.
