DESIRE

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Friday
June 22, 2018
Marshall's POV:
Her arms wrapped around my waist, holding me close as we lay together in bed. I kissed her cheek and sighed looking down at her. "What you thinking about?"

"Just how I'm supposed to figure things out with Greg," she sighed sitting up. She got up walking towards her closet, pulling on a burgundy silk nightgown, fitting her curves perfectly. I watched her,

"Just wait til you get back from vacation, see what happens." I replied, "Just don't wait too long."

"I'll try not to, I just don't know you to even handle this. I know it's going to be messy.." she sighed, taking her hair down from her bun. I nodded,

"When me and Kim got divorced it was rough. But it was the best decision I ever made.." I commented, getting up to grab my clothing. "I know you guys are under different circumstances but it will get better."

"I just have to see if he's going to make an effort.." she grabbed her phone scrolling through it. "You got anywhere to be?"

I shook my head, "Nah, I rather be with you right now.." I smiled walking towards her, my arms around her waist. "What happens if you guys divorce? Where does that leave me and you?"

"It just leaves us hooking up. That's it." She replied, "I can't be in a relationship, I can't even take care of myself." She chuckled. I let go of her slowly, biting the inside of my cheek. "Alright..." I nodded, backing away.

"What, does that not work for you?" She asked crossing her arms. "I thought we were just fooling around Marshall?"

"No, it does! I just thought...."

"What did you think? We were gonna get together?" She chuckled. She watched my features change to a serious stare and she shook her head. "You seriously think we were gonna end up together?"

"I thought maybe something would change... see what happens," I replied. "But seems like that won't be happening," I threw my shirt on and buckled up my jeans, walking downstairs and grabbing my things.

"Marshall don't be a damn baby! I thought you just wanted to have sex. I didn't know you had feelings for me!" She called out following me downstairs. I turned around,

"I just thought maybe something would change after you divorce Greg...but it seems you don't have the guts to do it." I snapped back, "You know what? Take all the time you need, it's your marriage anyway. Go use somebody else's dick." I opened the door walking outside towards my car. I gripped my keys, my veins popping out in my hands. This bitch is something else.

"Marshall!" She yelled, walking down her driveway. I got into my car, starting it up, and pulled out. I drove out and watched her trying to run after my car. I sped up to about 45 mph and drove out of her place quickly. She ain't ever gonna see me again.
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Saturday
June 23, 2018

I ventured into the studio, setting down my bag and unlocking my room to see Paul waiting inside, playing with the soundboard.

"What you doing?" I asked shutting the door, walking towards him setting down my laptop.

"Greg called out today." He sighed, "He said he's having marital problems..."

"Well that's not my problem, that's why I stay single," I replied sitting down next to him. Paul rolled his eyes,

"He said he doesn't know when he'll be back in. He has to figure a few things out." He replied. "What do you wanna do?"

I sighed and leaned back, "At this point, I do not care what we do. If you think it's a good idea to fire him let's do it. I'll just have Fredwreck come in or somebody else. We'll find someone else Paul."