The Sinfully Wedded

Chapter 5

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The beeping of the alarm on my phone had me twisting around in my sleep within a few seconds, pulling the blanket over my face to shield myself from the horrendous brightness the sun poured in through the large windows on the wall across the room.

I groaned in annoyance, hitting snooze and let out a tired sigh, ready to go back to sleep and dream about bowls filled with ice cream chasing me through a forest with fudge as dirt, chocolate as trees and money as the leaves.

Wait. Something's not right.

I shot up when the realization hit me that Sinn had made a compromise between us a couple of nights before. I do what I want and when I want as long as his coffee and lunch-or dinner-are ready for whenever he comes home.

Checking the time once more, I saw that it was seven o'clock, meaning I had about half an hour or less for Sinn to be ready to go to work. Sitting up, I let out a yawn and stretched my limps out, my toes curling satisfyingly from the feeling.

"Morning, mom." I smiled at the photo of her and me that sat on my bedside table and winked, "Meet any cute guys in hell?" I winced, knowing she'd love to give me an earful for that one. My mother was a kind, patient woman but got on her bad side or disrespected her in any way and she'd make sure it never happened again.

Okay, I take advantage of her death in some ways like that but seriously, what's she going to do? Hit me? I can't see that being possible any time soon.

I shook the insensitive thoughts out of my head and walked over to my bathroom to brush my teeth and splash my face with some water, making sure I didn't look like a total bum in front of Sinn this morning.

It's not like I care about his opinion or anything but looking as presentable and proper as I can is important to me. I'm so used to being torn down by the judgmental people around me that I can't have any flaw showing that I should be able to conceal. Otherwise, it's just another opening for them to make more comments and I don't need that.

I don't care much about the insults anymore but I've been so used to it that I can't stop being so paranoid now.

I brushed through my hair and clipped it up, threw on a hoodie and made my way out to the living room, shivering at the cold wood covering the bottom of my feet, making me tiptoe the rest of the way to the kitchen until I finally reached the mat and grabbed the kettle, pouring water into it and letting it heat up.

I hummed to myself as it boiled over, my eyes slowly closing as I leaned against the island, watching the front door. Just as I fell back to sleep, the sound of footsteps filled my ears and I shot up, shaking the sleepiness off of my face as I stood straight, sniffling when I felt a sneeze tickle my nose.

Unable to hold it back any longer, I let it out into the sleeve of my hoodie, muffling the sound.

"Bless you," He muttered, placing his briefcase on the island then shrugging his coat on.

"Thank you," I nodded, immediately turning back to the kettle and pulling open the cabinet above it to pull out a to-go mug to pour it in. After making it and mixing everything, I turned back to Sinn who was busy on his phone.

Without looking at me, he reached his hand out and took it from my hands, "Thanks, I gotta go."

"But your-"

"I don't know when I'll be home," He glanced at me then grabbed the briefcase and started walking off, "If I get late, just order takeout or something."

"Wait, Sinn-" I tried to rush, pulling open one of the drawers but he was already out the door, slamming it shut behind him just as I finished, "The straw." I sighed in annoyance, placing it on the counter in front of me and rubbed at my eyes.