Hear Your Moans In My Ears

“Anna, set the table,” Caspian yelled just as he finished cooking, washing his hands on the sink and doing away with the apron. Gritting his teeth at the loss of reply from Anna, he called again. “Anna set the goddamn table.”

Yet, the house rang with silence, Anna’s presence not present. Deciding to set the table himself, he strode to the small dining space beside the kitchen and set out the dish, each dish expertly made. Right after he set out the table, he made his way to the living room, eyes darting from corner to corner in search of the woman who'd accompanied him.

“Anna?” He called, his feet taking him to the rooms, pushing the doors open, and finding her nowhere. “What the fuck?” Where the hell had she gone? For all he cares, Anna knows no one in the area that they were in. Why did she leave the house without informing him?

The questions whirled in his mind, his fist tightening.

Storming out of the glass house, he walked to the security spot.

“Where the fuck is my wife.”

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