Say what now?

One year later...

The pup was five months the little sh*t was huge. Was it what I fed it?

Was it cause I ran with it?

Trained it?

I had moved out the small apartment to rent a house a little away from the city finding another trail to run the air was not as clean but it would do the trail was much longer totalling around twenty miles never mind I can only do twelve so far before the hunger bangs begin to attack me and I felt like I'd die from starvation.

I also sold my car, sigh; it was a kind of hard to do that since it was the first car I drove in this world; you know, but I got over myself by purchasing an open back truck; it was the love of my life, but it was also practice for the pup which at five months looking at it was about the size of an adult mastiff around thirty centimetres in height I cursed this thing seems to be running, competition with my food, but is too adorable with the looks of a husky. (you blind it looks like a damn wolf *facepalm*)

The thing had red fur... did wolves, or huskies, have red fur and gold eyes?

I checked no; it was a thing I called it thing, but I named it wolf cliche I know, I know but who gives two f*cks.

I had a leash for him and a gorgeous collar; it was a neon green with his name in it. No address needed. My baby knew his way home. He was a good boy, though he ate a f*ck ton lot.

Since the bigger he got the more expensive and my account is starting to fall instead of rising food really is expensive for the both of us and all we do is to purchase the ingredients, ah, well it is good I decided to start hunting.

Man, the fails I had at first, but after reading and watching some videos three weeks after we caught our first prey.

Sitting at the table with my husband I tilted my head on a side and watched him, this was a rare thing. I've been avoiding him like the plague this past year but it didn't mean that my skills of creeping on his social accounts were not there.

Strangely, the women he tended to parade around with had toned down, but they're still remained "one" too many.

His chess led features those cold blue/silver coloured eyes, his slightly long blond hair and tall, muscular frame.

It appears he wanted me to jump him because the turtleneck T-shirt with long sleeves encasing those buffed arms, wonderful chest, tapered waist, broad back ah.

I think I soaked my panties.

To the point; the shirt he wore fitted him well, small waist broad shoulders, I think I'll faint.

Shaking my head, I handed him the papers I can't give in after so long no way I wish to prance around with some mega-hot dude, not continue being a "born again virgin. " While he prance around with his handbags for women having all the fun!

"Divorce papers, you will no longer have to pay spousal support, I don't want anything, you can continue f*cking who you want,"

I said, shoving the papers directly in front of him.

He stared at me. My sister was lucky as fuck he had noticed her fat a*s.

I waited, getting sort of nervous; he was never around; we didn't sleep in the same room and it was obvious my sister was like a roommate to him the point?

Divorce, I didn't want a distant man.

My husband leaned back, resting his hands on the armrest on the chair.

I felt as if I'd pass on.

His eight back was on full display, I'm surprised with a shirt that's so tight it hasn't torn yet but honestly, it only looked tight.

The shirt was incredibly stretchable and probably made from some sort of special material costing an arm and a leg. (yeh satrya super expensive we can guess it's the husband after all) he then spoke, his deep voice as if caressing my skin. I resisted the urge to close my eyes and become lost in the feeling.

"You have changed, your hair was silver, never red but I suppose you had it coloured. Before you could never cook, you were lazy and depressed most of the time, but at least you cleaned, so that was something. When I had asked you to try exercising for your health sake you avoided me, when I tried to show that either way I still wanted you I was never welcomed in your bed at least not after the last accident.. we kissed in all our years together ten times. Satrya tell me why now change?" his voice, I resisted the urge to fan myself, I wanted to kiss those bow-shaped lips, run my tongue over them, grip his face and choke him with my tongue.

I blinked staring at eyes I could drown in, ah.. erm.. wow, I was missing him yeh f*ck it I tugged his hair exploring his mouth, moaning deeply then pulled away and sat just like it never happened.

"Eleven now," I said shoving the papers at him, watching as he shifted he was probably having difficulties in his pants, I snickered good I'm having difficulties with my panties let's be bothered together.

"I'm not signing it, I had said before I'll never set you free!" he growled out, his eyes flashed no seriously, they flashed!

I blinked, trying not to think too much into it, questioning on reflex, "Say what now?"

He leaned forward, saliva gathered in my mouth as I thought to myself hot, mega hot, those words flashed in my head while I leaned back officially resisting temptation.