Page 6 of Nobody Wants Me
“Oh,” I said.Now, that was really sweet, and it explained why the door was open.Victor had been here.
Putting the finished collar back into the basket, I turned off my machine and moved closer.
“Do you want my help?”It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him I would understand if he didn’t, but I kept that to myself.
“Sure.”
It wasn’t much, but at least it was a start.Although, my hands felt clammy, and I felt a little sick.
I’d not spent any time with Victor, other than our wedding night.
Chapter Two
Victor
I hadn’t expected Freya to be in her sewing room.Last time I saw her, she was out in the garden, and that shit could take some time.
I preferred to work alone, but that would just make it longer and harder.Besides, if she fucked up, I could just tell her to leave.Only, Freya didn’t fuck up.When I told her to hold stuff, she did.She didn’t try to take over but followed my lead as I got her shelves set up, one by one.It came together and matched her previous set.All the timber had been treated and each piece smoothed down.
By the time I finished, she grabbed the vacuum cleaner, got the mess, as I gathered up the last pieces of equipment and tools.
I stood in the doorway as Freya grabbed her pieces of fabric and slid them into the necessary compartments.
She spun and threw her arms around my neck.“Thank you.”
I was taken aback.At first, I didn’t do anything.This was no different than what she had done the last time.Only, I was not interested in getting close to my wife, and Ivan was due to fucking arrive tomorrow, with his plus-one.
I grabbed her hips, taking note of how full they felt within my grip, and I set her away from me.I was not interested.
Without a word, I turned away from her and left the room.Just as I made it to the stairwell, I gritted my teeth.I was tempted to just leave it, but she needed to know.
Going back to the room, I found her where I had left her.There was a look on her face and I didn’t quite know what it was.Not that Freya had an unreadable expression, I just wasn’t sure what it meant.
“Ivan’s arriving tomorrow with a friend,” I said.
With that, I was done.I had warned her that Ivan was coming tomorrow.Making my way downstairs, I let Umberto know I wanted my dinner outside in my shed.
