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Anton

Saturday 4:43Pm

And just like that, she’s running again.

For a woman in heels, she can fucking move. I have to give her credit for that. But you’d think that she would know by now that running is pointless. I’m not about to just let her take off to some corner of the Earth.

Though there’s nowhere she can go that I can’t—or won’t—follow.

I’ve climbed Mount Everest. I’ve braved the most remote reaches of the Amazon. I’ve skydived from low-orbit, for fuck’s sake. There’s nowhere that Percy can go that will make me second guess chasing her down.

She’s my wife. For better or for worse, and this definitely feels like one of those ‘worse’ moments. Still, I take that vow seriously.

I run after her.

“Go away Anton,” she says over her shoulder.

As if I’m about to fucking listen to that shit now. I saw the look in her eyes when I told her how I felt. Percy may have said one thing with her lips, but her hazel colored eyes said something completely different.

Eyes are the gateway to the soul for a reason.

And Percy’s eyes bared her soul to me.

She loves me.

She’s fighting against it—I can see the inner struggle she’s at war with—but if there’s one thing I learned long ago, it’s that you can’t fight love.

You can kick and punch and push it away as much as you want, but it’s futile and pointless. When I realized that I had loved Percy, I was vehemently against it myself. My reaction wasn’t all that much different to hers.

I’m not the falling-in-love type, I told myself.

I always figured that I’d end up marrying out of duty rather than for love.

But the more I was around Percy, the more she infected me with her zeal and passion for life’s little—and big—pleasures.

She was the kind of woman who grabbed life by the balls while sucking on its cock. I saw her as my female counterpart. In hindsight, that was probably part of why I ended up falling for her.

But I can see now that it was also the reason why she fell in love with me. At the end of the day, we’re the two sides of the same coin.

My arms wrap around her slim waist, and I hoist her off her feet with little effort.

Throwing Percy around like a ragdoll has always been easy, but now it’s a fucking joke.

“Let go of me, you giant fuck tit!” she cries out.

She struggles pointlessly against my grip.

A handful of pedestrians look on with curiosity at the scene we’re causing.

I smile and nod at them as I duck into a nearby side alley. I set Percy down and pin her hands above her head against the brick wall.

She struggles for a moment, which still gets her nowhere, before relenting.

She looks down to the ground between us.

“Look at me, Percy.”

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