Six Floors Until Divorce
I do not own anything you recognize…
This is just going to be a short, quick story about Dean when he's going through a divorce. Hehehe… gotta have humor, romance, a little physical action, and, of course, some seriousness.
Chapter One
Dean had been married to Tessalynn for ten months. Ten months.
And they were getting divorced.
He really loved her. He really did. And he tried. Hard. Harder than he can remember doing with anyone else.
But sometimes people were just not meant to be.
She had requested the divorce two weeks ago. So Dean, not wanting to cause trouble, nodded, packed his stuff, and crashed at a friend's place before finding a small rental apartment.
He caused no trouble: he conformed to her. She got the house. She got half the money. She kept her car. Because she wanted it. And he wanted her to have it.
And today was the day he was to sign the divorce papers.
So he went to her lawyer's office. His lawyer was meeting him here.
Dean hopped out of the Impala and noticed two familiar cars: his wife's and his lawyer's.
Good, less time. He could get back to work faster.
Dean walked past the lawyer's car. The hood was cold so he must have gotten here early. Tessalynn's car, however, was warm. She must have just arrived.
Dean walked into the six story building. He had two minutes to reach the top floor.
He quickly, without looking, jumped into the elevator. The door closed a second after he had gotten in the compartment.
He hit the already lit button for the sixth floor before looking at his fellow passengers.
There was only one other one.
With light brown hair and blonde highlights, she stood five foot six inches – decent height. Her deep blue eyes played against her fair complexion. One thought crossed Dean's mind: she's gorgeous.
Then it hit him.
He was alone. In an elevator. For six floors.
With his estranged wife.
Hahaha… poor sucker.
