Trophy Wife
“Yeah, we’re going notebook shopping.”
“Okay ma’am, please give me a few seconds.”
A loud motorcycle pulled up in front of the gate. I frowned, looking through the beams to try and see who it was.
“Someone’s at the gate!” I called after Steve.
“Yes, that’s Thomas.” Steven said letting him in with the press of a button.
I watched him park his bike outside the gate. He pulled his helmet off, removed his gloves and then ran his hand through his hair as if combing it. He then turned and saw me for the first time.
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