Temporarily Yours Novels & Stories

Time to end this one way or another. ***

Peace. For now. *

Rose asked as she came to stand beside me. “What?” I barely spared her a glance as I took another sip and exhaled in relief. “Our Boss got a temporary secretary.” My grip tightened on the mug. “A temporary secretary?” I asked, frowning. "Since when?" “Yesterday. I figured you would, you know, be the one chosen for the job. Well, we don't all get what we wish for.” She smiled. "So, can we —" “What's their gender?” “Male, what else —”

he added, his gaze flickering briefly to my stomach before coming back up. That… made something shift slightly inside me. I didn’t like that. I exhaled slowly, looking away for a second before bringing my attention back to my food, taking another bite just to ground myself. “This,” I said, gesturing vaguely, “is temporary.” “Is it?” he asked. He knows this is temporary so I don’t get while he’s still asking. “You have two months left before you die so that says a lot about how temporary our marriage is,” I said

“The entire central city saw them. I will not have my wife on a billboard flashing what belongs to me.” Her expression didn’t falter. If anything, it sharpened. “It’s a contractual agreement, Nico,” she said calmly. “You’re taking it too personal.” She shrugged lightly. “And besides, when this is over, you’ll still be seeing all of me on billboards, so just deal with it until then.” That reminder. Temporary. I pushed off the doorframe. “Stop packing.” She blinked. “Excuse me?” “Get ready,” I said instead. “For what?” She glanced toward the clock. “It’s past eleven.”

“I heard you and the therapist talking about getting a permanent disability tag for your car. “I asked if he thought it was necessary. I’m getting a temporary plate for sure, but it’s too soon to tell what the lasting effects could be. You’ll probably have good days, then be sore when the weather changes, fine one day, might need a cane the next. Maybe some days it’ll even get bad enough where you need to use a walker or wheelchair. It’s all up in the air.”

"Yes, I use to come here just to wind down. It's nice and I know the owner. Anything you pick is going to taste wonderful." I couldn't help but notice that he keep looking at me. I blushed. I was starting to get that feeling all over my body. I kept crossing my legs to try to keep my body from going there. I guess it had been months and it was letting me know it needed some attention. "Shunshine, can I ask you a question?" "Yes, anything." "What do i have to do to become a permanent part of your life. I know it seem like I'm moving fast but these past couple weeks, just seem like we belong together. I have never felt this way about anybody." Micheal expressed to me.

Always us. THE END

"Oh, really? Well, that settles it. I am very happy to inform you that you are hired, and you can resume tomorrow!" My jaw nearly hit the floor. "Wait, really?" "Really," she smiled, sliding a heavy, matte black card across the desk. It looked identical to the one I'd found this morning. "You can use this temporary access card until you get your own employee card. Congratulations once again, Marissa." "Wow... thank you so much! I really appreciate this opportunity!"

excitedly. Maye was slightly shocked at the two's reaction and ended up chuckling, then she replied, "Yes, they just created a group chat and added me." Afterward, she showed her cellphone screen to the two. Senna and Therese then leaned forward and got close to the phone. They read the message aloud, * It's already been ten years, guys. Don't you think we should have a reunion? * Afterward, Senna commanded Maye while crossing her arms and said, "Hey Maye, reply to his message," so Maye did. They sat beside Maye, making her sit between them.