First off, I own nothing except the characters that I create, and the plot itself. I want to apologize if it's a little confusing because I thought of this last night before I fell asleep, but I was too lazy to get up and write it down. So please read and review, I would appreciate your comments!
He worked too much.
At least that's what his wife had been griping about these past two months. It wasn't his fault she couldn't understand his job as a lawyer.
Ever since he'd been put on his first big case he couldn't afford not to stay at work late. He wasn't sure what the cost would be, but he wasn't about to let the girl he'd loved stand in his way of being a well respected successful lawyer.
No, he wasn't sure if he loved her anymore. He wanted to, and he was sure somewhere that he still did, but at this particular moment he couldn't give a straight answer. Sure he'd been telling her he did when he got home, late at night when she was asleep, he'd even tried to wrap his arms around her, but she'd shrug him away.
It was getting harder for him to continue on like this…half the time he felt so lonely that it was becoming nearly impossible not to be attracted to other women, especially his secretary, Hannah Evans.
Hannah was a young girl who was right out of college and had done everything in her power to get him to notice her. She would wear tight clothes that would show all her assets, leaning over his desk when she'd bring an important document to his office. He'd practically memorized the way her hips moved back and forth, her cinnamon perfume lingering in the air, when she'd leave. He found her shoulder length caramel hair that she almost always wore in a messy bun on her head, attractive. Although he tried to pretend he didn't notice her, it was getting hard to do.
Temptation, he decided, was going to drive him absolutely crazy.
Yet, while he sat in his office working away and listening to the sounds of city life, he didn't know that his wife was sitting at their home, by the phone, waiting for the call that she knew would be coming.
He always called around 7:00 to tell her that he'd be late, again. Afterwards, she'd go into the kitchen, fix her a plate, and wrap up the rest. He didn't know that she always waited for him before she'd eat dinner.
He didn't know that she was still awake when he got home, no matter how late it was.
He didn't know that she silently cried to herself when he would try to wrap his arms around her like everything was ok.
He didn't know that she could smell the slight aroma of cinnamon, or of the constant fear that haunted her dreams.
He didn't know of the child growing inside her or how scared she was that she was going to have to raise the baby alone.
Yes, there were a lot of things that he didn't know and everyone knew it. At least the men that lurked outside his house, watching him and his wife, knew this. They knew he had no idea that they had memorized his schedule or that they knew his wife better than he did anymore.
No, Oliver Oken had no idea that his entire world was soon going to be turned upside down putting him on the craziest roller coaster of his life.
I know you're probably confused, but trust me it will be explained in the next chapter/chapters of the story. I'm a little unsure about it myself so please review and leave me your comments.