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I woke up, alone, in our bed this morning

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I woke up, alone, in our bed this morning. She never came home last night. I may or may not of left her about 59 missed calls.

I was currently sat on my office, continuously checking my phone.

What if she'd found someone else?
What if she'd gotten into trouble?
what if she was dead right now?
what if-

I shook my head to try release those irritating, and most likely not true, thoughts. She is a strong woman, I know she could take care of herself. Yet why doesn't that cure my worrying?

I know I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if anything happened to her. Fuck, just the thought of her not being with me makes my blood boil with rage. I couldn't understand what she'd done to me.

It seemed she'd fucked with my head and made me feel emotions I never knew even existed, I never knew I could feel. It's so fucking confusing. Although it is, I wouldn't change it for the world.

I dialled her number once more, my hope disappearing to the sound of her answer-machine.

Without thinking I launched it across the room, too overcome by my frustration.

Antonio suddenly burst through the door, a few files under one arm, a cup tray holding 2 takeaway cups.

"I can't believe I'm running errands for you, I'm your best friend and underboss, not your bitch" he rolled his eyes, setting everything down in-front of me.

"Suck it up" I took a sip of my black coffee.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot" Antonio chirped "the guys are back in town for business, drinks on them" he raised a brow at me.

I scoffed "I don't think I'm recovered from the other night"

"just a few?"

"Fine" I scowled slightly.

...

I stared for a second at my surroundings

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I stared for a second at my surroundings. I was perched on the stool, silas, alek and emma still asleep around me, papers littered across the kitchen-island. I checked my phone, 7pm.

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