Thirty Eight

Abigail wasn't a woman who accepted rejection in any form, although she felt slightly hurt since her recent rejection was from a woman, if it was from a man she would have been extremely mad.

"Hey, you don't look to good." Marcel noticed walking into Abigail's bedroom, or what they would call the Master bedroom.

"It's nothing you need to concern yourself with." Abigail replied hanging a towel around her neck, her sleep wear in hand.. she proceeds to the bathroom.

Marcel sighed wondering if she would ever let him in, into what she called her world. He knew if she was going to see him as a friend she could rely on, he definitely has more work to do in the future and he had better get working.

He walked over to the couch sighing, he squeezed his big self into the big couch.. He closed his eyes knowing fully well his fake wife could be mad about anything or anyone.

Abigail steps out of the bathroom fully dressed in her sleeping ware for bed, "Goodnight." Marcel wished her as she climbs