This Girl Stripped
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“Not this time, Seven.” Levi drops a stack of papers onto my desk.
“I can’t do this anymore Seven. You need to get your shit together. It is me and the baby, or work. You can’t have both, it is killing you and you are the only one who can’t see it. I won’t let you do this to us, or our daughter.” He turns for the door, but pauses. I can tell he is deep in thought, about what I have no idea, because he never fucking talks to me anymore. Our fragile relationship is crumbling, all because of this pregnancy. Little does he know I know exactly what it has done to me and my body. Why? Because my Obstetrician told me. “In that brown envelope are…” he pauses and turns toward the door. He can’t look me in the eye and say whatever it is he is about to dump on me. I sure don’t need this bullshit today with the merger going south the way it is. “Are divorce papers. You have till the end of the week to choose. Your family, or work. You can’t have both anymore, Seven.”
And like that, he storms out of the door, and I am shocked into silence. Divorce papers? Does he really want a divorce? Will Levi really leave me if I don’t quit my job? My heart sinks into the pit of my stomach, and I actually feel like crying. I can’t push my emotions away, because this hurts like a motherfucker. A divorce? The man who chased me around the world to make me his. The man I avoided at all fucking costs is leaving me? If he thinks I am going to walk away and give him a divorce, he clearly doesn’t know me very well. Seven James isn’t thrown away like last week’s whore. No fucking way.
Damned if I do, and damned if I don’t. It is the moments like this that make me regret letting my guard down enough to let him into my life in the first place. My heart is broken. My body is aching, and my soul is definitely beyond repair this time. The one person I never thought would turn their back on me just did, and I am all alone in the world.
“Looks like it is just the two of us, Marley.” I rub my belly and a tear slips from my eye. Shit. I can’t fucking cry. I have a meeting in a half hour. Fuck that meeting. Fuck this job. And fuck Manhattan.
“Livie, clear my schedule for the week,” I yell through the intercom, no doubt I scared the shit out of my assistant. It wouldn’t be the first time. She quickly replies canceling all my upcoming meetings, and re-scheduling everything for a later time.
With or without Levi, I am leaving town. I need some peace and quiet. I need to think about everything going on. I need to think about what I want in life, and put my own selfish wants to the side for once and focus on my pregnancy.
Woodstock, here I come.
Dawn Robertson is a twenty-something indie erotic romance, and mother. She lives in sunny senior citizen packed Florida, where she wrangles her kids, and Pitbull puppy.
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