"You're away almost every night! I barely see you, it's like I don't even have a husband!"

"You act like you don't want one."

"What do you mean?! You're trying to put this all on me, when in reality, you're the one going for dinners with another woman. But I'm the one who acts single?"

"I'm not banging her! It's for work Lizzie, what don't you understand. YOU'RE the one staying out till late. What are you doing at 2am? Huh? Whoring yourself out to another man?"

"Don't speak to me like that, Robbie."

The argument continued on until he finally left. He slammed the door behind him and we haven't spoken since. That was 3 days ago. It's now Thursday and I received the first message from him.

Can we talk?

We both said things we regret, so please. Talk to me.

I'm coming home tonight

If you won't talk to me now, we will talk then.

I love you.

I didn't regret anything I said. It came from my heart. He called me vicious names that night, names which I could've slapped him for. I didn't... I should've. Maybe then he would have gotten the message that I could care less about his feelings. The idea of him coming home made me anxious. It made my stomach tense up and I could cry. Not because I miss him or feel bad but because the thought of him pleading his sorrows and trying to make it up to me, made me cringe.

Y/N and I also haven't spoken. She didn't text me which hurts a lot more than being left on read. Did she forget that I wrote my number on the paper? If she did then she clearly didn't care for me enough. I am honestly losing the will to care about anyone right now, no one seems to be treating me the way I ought to be. Am I the crazy one here?

Lecturing my students seemed to be the only thing that made me feel lost and free. I could speak about things I was passionate for without a care for if anyone was listening. The time went by fast as I spoke of a book, I wanted them to read. "To Kill a Mockingbird" I wanted them to write an essay analysing the behaviours present. I could read those essays all night and not feel bored, the book was a 'never ending possibilities' kind of book.

Y/N wasn't in the lecture with me, I assumed she was with another class but I told myself I don't care, I don't need her. As the lunch bell rang, you will never guess who walked through the door.

I wanted to apologise to her for the other night, kicking her out like she was a secret. Technically she is but that's not the point.

Hearing of my 'father' threw me off my game and that night I was left with my thoughts, only for a short while before Florence came home and I got an ear full when she found the phone number on the form. I don't blame her for wanting to know who left the number and why. I would ask the same. The shouting lecture I received as a part of her anger was unnecessary.

I didn't care for my step-dad which my mother likes to call my father. Yes, he had been in my life since I was 13, but that did not make him my father. We didn't get on, at all. So, when it came to him being in hospital, I lost no sleep because of it.

"I thought you would want this back" I spoke as I entered her classroom. She was sat at her desk, eating from a plastic container which looked like it had some Chinese left overs in. I held out the container she had given me the other night with that gorgeous pasta in. When she didn't reply, but did acknowledge me, I simply placed it on her desk on top of some papers. I couldn't understand why she seemed to be in a mood with me.

"Have I done something? I'm sorry if the other night was uncomfortable for you, I would understand if that's the reason."

She looked at me with a tilted head and a frown.

"Seriously?" She said with attitude, I was taken a back. I shook my head as I looked confused throwing my arms in the air.

"You keep fucking me over. I give you my number... No text. I come over clearly wanting to get closer to you and..." She stopped herself, she looked overwhelmed with emotions, like she was ready to explode or crawl into a little ball and cry. I walked over, sitting on her desk next to her so I was facing her and as she was in her blue spinney chair, she would have to see me there.

"I didn't text you because my girlfriend... Ex-girlfriend went mental over it."

I was being honest, she did. Florence and I broke up over it. She couldn't trust me, fair enough and I couldn't deal with her intense life style. Lizzie looked at me when I stuttered on my words and correct myself. It seemed to have gotten her attention which just made me wonder more: What's going on inside her head? Did she like me, did she not. I would never know.

Emerald eyes stared at me, waiting for me to talk more. I didn't know what else to say. The silence wasn't uncomfortable and so it lasted a few moments before I slid of the desk.

I let her leave; I didn't say another word. I didn't want to speak to her. Now I knew she was single there was a part of me that wanted to pursue her seriously, but then the other half of me saw what I could lose. My house... My husband. Why did I think of him second?

As my thoughts spiralled, I found that my last 2 lessons were over in a blink of an eye lid and I made my way... to hers.

I didn't go home; I didn't want to see him. Robbie. I knew he was home already because of the 300 messages he had sent me letting me know. I just couldn't look at him the same after the other night, I didn't know where he had stayed either so he could've been with another woman and I would be none the wiser.

A knock on my door made me get off my kitchen stool where I was marking papers.

My hand barely turned the handle before the woman outside burst in and I felt soft lips attached to mine. My eyes were wide as her hands grabbed at my face and I realised who it was.

"Lizzie, we shouldn't- " I tried to speak but my words were muffled by her own voice.

"Ssshh" She whispered against my lips, a smile on her face as she watched me kick the front door closed and we began moving around my apartment like a tornado. Clothes were flying all over the place and she wasted no time in getting me naked. I was naked before I had gotten her shirt off. We didn't move away from each other as I guided our lustful movements towards my bed. It was only a meter away and so we crashed down onto my bed fairly quickly.

She sat on top of me, legs either side of my waist band and her hands beside my head. One scooped her blond hair behind her ear as the rest fell down her shoulders. I watched as she pulled her shirt over her head looked down at me with eyes that looked like she had been holding this in for a while. My hands roamed up her sides before finally meeting her bra strap which I unhooked in one swift motion. The black lace fell and my hands now replaced it.

Our kiss didn't seem to stop as I fumbled for her jeans button to become undone. It was hard to unhook as she laid closely on top of me. I gave up on trying to edge them down and just decided using the force of my hand as I plunged into her trousers was enough to undo it. I felt black lace touch my finger tips and before I could explore more, her hand met my throat, stopping me. She squeezed her thumb and fingers against my neck, not choking me but enough to cause my breathing to hitch. I gave her a look of 'oh shit'. I was surprised by her dominance.

She gave me a smirk and as she was leaning down, teasing my lips with her own and her tongue, I gripped the back of her hair which made her gasp and lean back. Her back arched and her hand left my neck, which was now slightly red.

That infamous giggle left her lips as I spun us around so I was on top of her. Instead of straddling her, I laid between her legs, my hand not letting go of her hair as I forced her head down on the bed. I kissed along her jaw line and to her neck, sucking and biting, leaving a trail of small burgundy marks down it leading onto her chest. Small moans were heard as I made my way down, eventually pulling her jeans off, her lace panties with it.

I woke up with the reality of what had occurred last night. I was entangled in white sheets, aching slightly and the sun was the villain in my fairy tale. It blinded me as I attempted to look at the woman lying next to me. She had her back to me, she seemed to be in her own little world. It was strange to not wake up being cuddled, she must be different. I watched her for a few moments before sitting up and looking around the room which looked like I had a night out and couldn't chose an outfit to wear. Clothes were everywhere, even on the plant next to her bed. My eyes then landed on my phone, which lit up every few seconds with new texts from Robbie.

Don't look at them. Why ruin this perfect moment? For something which will just ruin it?

I couldn't help myself, I had to see what he was saying.

I'm home now

Waiting on you

When do you finish?

You can't avoid me and stay at work all night?

Where are you? Its 8 already

Please, baby.

I can't stay up any longer, it's clear you don't want to speak to me, text me back so I know you're alright? If you even care.

The last message was sent at 2am, he stayed up for me. I felt terrible, but not that terrible. Not terrible enough that I would text him back.

I'm surprised that I don't regret last night, I was emotional and made a rash decision but I'm happy that I did. It meant I woke up next to her, in her apartment. I rolled over to wrap my arm around her waist. My skin gently touching hers as I nuzzled my face into her neck. I caught her off guard and she flinched slightly, waking up to me attempting to spoon her.

"What are you doing?" She grumbled. "I don't do cuddling" And with that she turned onto her back so I was pushed backwards slightly. I respected her and removed my arm from around her. Who doesn't like cuddling? I would need to change that if I was going to be with her again. I'm a cuddler, a big cuddler.

"Who doesn't do cuddling?" I repeated my thought out loud before memorising the scene in front of me. She laid so peacefully with her arms wrapped around the sheet, pulling it to her chest and one of her legs out side of the covers. She looked like a painting. I sat up as I traced her tattoos with the tip of my finger, she began to wake up fully. Her bed was smaller than mine at home, so we were a lot closer, she was able to simply turn to me and kiss my thigh. She smiled into me as I continued tracing the art on her body.

"Good morning" She hummed to me, running her hand up my thigh, waist and landing on my breast.

"Oh, so I can't cuddle you but you can do this?" I question with a small laugh, she was amusing when she woke up, it was almost as though all her barriers were down. She simply grinned and I slapped her hand away from my bare chest.

We began getting ready for work, it was nice to have a morning with someone who constantly looked at me, called me beautiful and couldn't help but touch me. I felt wanted. It was different. My heart dropped when she looked at me with wide eyes, like she had seen a ghost. I was half way through putting on a bra when she stopped me in my tracks.

"What? What's wrong?" I ask panicked as she stays pointing to me, I glance down seeing nothing wrong with me. What on earth is she doing.

Y/N approached me and with a cheeky grin, dragged her finger down my neck and to my collar bone. She bit her lip.

"Sorry" with that, I walked to the mirror across from her bed and saw what she found so enjoyable.

My neck was covered with burgundy red hickeys, reaching all the way down under my shirt line. I looked to her as she walked over to me, wrapping her arms around my waist behind me. Y/N's chin rested on my shoulder as she watched me groan and rub my neck.

"You're a bitch. How- How the fuck am- What am I going to do?!" I stammered as I ripped myself from her grip and playfully smacked her arm. "I didn't mean to!" I pushed her to the wall, her head next to the mirror as I pinned her hands above her head. She was still naked and so her skin was readily available. I pushed her head to the side with my free hand and began treating her neck with the same abuse. I was only able to leave a few small marks before she managed to escape my hold.

"You're mine" That made my heart skip a beat and I couldn't help but smile. Even though my neck was now sore from her brutality, those few words made me crumble. I offered her the makeup bag in my bathroom and we both covered up the art we had made for each other.

I admired her as she got dressed into the same clothes as last night, as she had come straight from work.

She noticed and we fooled around for a little while before we both made it to work.

"Miss, why are you wearing the same clothes as yesterday?" A student asked and more sniggered. They already knew the answer.

A/N: Sorry this took so long, I'm going to Uni soon and so finding the time to write updates is hard but I shall prosper! I hope you liked the chapter, 2k views! EVEN MORE INSANE.