"Jeez Shay," Jensen continued to angrily, "if I had known you were going to be so immature, I wouldn't have let you into my company in the first place. So forget it, sweetheart. This guilt trip not only isn’t going to work. I don’t give a fuck.”“We both know that’s not true, Jensen,” she crooned, clutching his arm. He stiffened, hating her hands on him. It felt…wrong. There’d been a time when he’d enjoyed her teasing caresses, her heated strokes. But now? Now his skin prickled and crawled as if his very body rebelled against her. Now, he welcomed the touch of only one woman. His wife, Katherine.Again he shifted away, dislodging her touch.  "Stop it, Shay" he said. “If you’d answered any of my phone calls this week, you’d know—” she began. “I didn’t answer them because we have nothing to talk about,” he said. He hadn't even told Katherine that she had been calling and texting him, because he didn't

"I'm the one who is selfish?" she asked him. "Are you really going to play the victim card right now. After everything I had to do through in the hands of your ex tonight. I have told you what I want. It's up to you now Jensen. I want her gone, with immediate effect"  She turned and left the room angrily and then bumped into Tim.  "Oh, I'm so sorry honey,... " she began, and then she stopped and looked at him. "Tim, What are you doing here? Have you been listening to my conversation with your dad?" she asked.  Tim stared at his feet, then nodded. "I'm sorry, mom" he said. "I know that I'm not supposed to, but I just heard you guys yelling and.... I thought you guys had fixed whatever the problem is? Why are you yelling again? I don't like the way I feel about this"  Katherine placed a hand on his shoulder, "It's fine, Tim" she said. "Your father and I are just having some issues.

"Yeah right" Tim said sarcastically. "I know how stuff like this happens. I watch a lot movies and I know how stuff like this goes. This is how it starts and before you know it, they are giving you a speech about how it isn't your fault and that sometimes things just doesn't work out. I just don't want to have that talk with my parents. I know how much they love each other"Chloe nodded. "Okay" she said. "I can't say that I understand because I don't. My parents aren't... Divorced. But I'm certain that whatever it is, it's not your fault. And honestly, there is nothing you can do about but hope that they find a way to fix their problems. And sometimes, they might just be going through a tough time. Doesn't mean they are gonna get a divorce, so you might just be worried for nothing. Come on" she nudged his shoulder. "You can't be worrying about this when nothing permanent has happened. Remember you have a game next week. One of you have been training for a long time

Behind the desk, a cheerful looking younger woman smiled a warm welcome as he approached.“Good morning, Mr Packard" she said. "And welcome. I assume you are here to see Mrs Packard.”He returned her smile. “Is she in?” he asked. “Yes. But she is not here right now. If you will wait in her office, I’ll get her at once. Would you care for some coffee?” she asked. “No, thank you.” he said, he wasn't sure he could keep anything down right now. She turned to stride down the hallway, leaving Jensen standing there. He walked into Katherine's office and went to the window to look down on the street instead of sitting. A few moments later, he heard the tap tap of heels and turned to see Katherine walk into the office, a confused, wary look in her eyes.“Jensen,” she greeted. “I wasn’t expecting to see you. I thought you were going to San Francisco. T

"All they needed was some convincing. I'm finalizing the documents for the dissolution of the partnership. I know you might find it hard to forgive me, but I don't want us to grow apart over this. No one is worth it. So please tell me that you want me back home too, Kat. And maybe this is a little too fast, but I don't care, I wanna be with you tonight. It's been so long. Let me hold you tonight."Katherine sighed. Oh, the man really knew how to get to her, with his words, his touch, his kisses. Everything. “Jensen,” she began again, and promptly shut up when it came out more as a plaintive wail than a protest.“I’ll send a car for you, Katherine." he said." You are my wife. But I want this to be special, kinda like a first date like you said. I’ll have my driver pick you up from work, or if you prefer, you can drive your car to the house and I’ll have him pick you up there. Tim can take care of the house for one night and Deanie can stay at your mo