White Violets: Chapter 3

Lost

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters...blah blah blah...i want some fritos. --

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She sat in the hallway, still nude. He had gone to take a shower, as was his custom after coming home from a long day at work. She was to wait for him, and eat dinner with him before he left at night to his wife. She slowly stood up, feeling the pain in her lower stomach and looked behind her to the mess on the floor. He was mad now, she hadn't told him about her monthly occurrence. She walked over to an intercom, and pushed the buzzer. "Rina? I need my hallway cleaned. Yes, now please." She hung up the receiver and put on her loose pink shirt again. She hated being naked in the daylight, and this pink shirt was her favorite. It had a picture of a berry with wings. She couldn't remember where she got it from, but in whatever creative mind she had left, thought It was adorable.

Five minutes later, the doorbell rang, and she let Rina in to clean up the mess. She left the hallway, not wanting to deal with Rina's curious glances. That woman was just so nosy! She walked into her white living room, and looked at the vase with the white flowers. They looked a bit different from before, and she walked over to them and held a petal in her hand. The edges of the violets were darker than they were a few hours ago.
"Just like him to send me these weird flowers...or..not like him.." she thought.
Just then, the man came out of the shower and walked into the living room, wearing a chocolate towel over his bottom half. He was tall, muscular, not particularly good looking but had a gruff attractiveness. He looked at the woman, and saw the flowers."Where did you get that?" he asked. They were interesting flowers, he thought. She spun around at the sound of his voice."Oh, you know, that guy that sends me flowers once in a while. George? I think his name was. I don't know why he keeps sending me flowers. I don't even know him!" The man smiled, and walked over to the lady on the floor.
"Don't worry Yukari, I know that you don't know who this George guy is. It's not your fault that you are beautiful and that this "George" character just cant seem to figure out that you belong to me." As if in indication of his ownage, he grabbed Yukari , and pushed her mouth onto his.

Yukari eyes looked everywhere but at him. She looked away from her lover and into the hallways, where the eyes of the ever curious Rina floated in the dark mahogany furniture, watching their..or his, every move.

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So i guess, Yukari dosent know George? or does she? what is going on? how creepy is that cleaning lady? are they paying her overtime?

I'll update within the week! :) thanks for reading!