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[lindsay]

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Lindsay wasn't the kind of girl who usually sat freely in a public place like this. What happened to the fancy restaurants and the waiters and champagne? Not a single centerpiece in sight, it was almost disgusting. This is what they resorted to? A coffee shop? Ugh. As quickly as she was disgusted, she whipped out a moist towelette and wiped down the seat. Loads of pairs of eyes turned when she sanitized the seat before taking a seat, picking up her cup of her coffee. this is unbelievable. as low as she thought her marriage got, she didn't think it would resort to date at a coffee shop. it took a while for her to actually get enough guts in her to raise her gaze and look him square in the face. the emotion on her face wasn't clear, she wasn't sure what she was trying to impress anyway. it was hard to talk to him these days, all conversations started with her and ended instantly with his uh-huh's or okay's.

she looked back down, giving up at whatever look she was trying to make. maybe something like, "it's time for you to say something" or "so where do we stand." she couldn't seem to say it herself, though. there wasn't much to say anymore, anyway. sure, she was thinking of going back to work and start acting again. Yes, her older sister who hadn't been married already finally was engaged and yes, her mother was on a hospital bed at this point sick. Ace probably knew none of it and she wasn't even sure where to start. hell, she never even told him she was thinking about wanting a kid, why would she want to tell him anything else? funny how she's been holding that in for five years now. they'd been married much longer than that and at this point, she was just bored. it never did make sense to her. years ago, she used to be so happy. she realized that she deserved everything she got, the family and good friends. this? she didn't deserve this at all. was this what she got for crying when she didn't get a Wii back when she was a kid? Or is that for kicking her father in the nuts when he told her the marriage was arranged? god was seriously punishing her for something and she didn't know what.

it didn't make sense otherwise; she was beautiful, smart, funny, sexy, what more could this man want from her? money? because she was stickin' rich if he hadn't noticed. at this point, she was willing to do anything just to get his attention. she found herself smiling for a moment at another customer that was sitting nearby checking her out until realizing what she was doing was wrong and looked away. sometimes it was nice to get attention her body deserved and most of those times, it didn't even matter who it was from. it sure as well wasn't gonna be from ace. lindsay looked back down at her little donut. she had a small appetite today. lindsay was usually the kind of woman to love eating. those small entrés at the restaurants never did her justice. but this morning, she wasn't in the mood to stuff herself. usually did that at home when she was depressed and alone all day. eating and shopping is always the first thing that comes to mind at that point.

she'd rather eat and shop her sorrows away rather than mope about it, especially in front of him. she did notice she got a little bit attention when he looked at the bills. it wasn't a good reaction, but it was attention from him nonetheless. it was sometimes hard not to cry. for now, she even lost her appetite. at least she was with him and he hadn't snapped at her yet. turning her head to look at the time on her phone, she noticed it'd been a full five minutes and no fights. she couldn't help but smile at that, looking up when he moved. the moment at this point was so awkward that even a cough from one or the another was eventful. all he did was shift in his chair and she had to look up, not sure why she was so hopeful that he'd say anything to her.

[hannah2]

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Ace really did enjoy fine dining, but he definitely didn't have the problem with this coffee shop that Lindsay apparently had. He scoffed as she went as far as to sanitize the seat before she sat down. What's this, she didn't want other peoples' ass germs soaking through her pants? He rolled his eyes and let out a sigh of annoyance as he simply sat down in the chair across from her. He didn't know why he even bothered taking her out in public anymore, all she did was act like she was too good for everyone around. And while he knew she was, there was still something to be said about the humility one expressed while they were around other people. In the privacy of their home, while she remained all damn day, she could be as prissy as she pleased. But when he brought her out, she needed to act like it wasn't work being out with him. He was instantly annoyed at how she acted like she was doing him a favor by going out with him when really it was the other way around. He could have said he was staying late, fucked Nicolette, and crawled home in the wee hours of the morning. But no, here he was, buying her a nice coffee and sitting down with her to drink it and all she could do was shoot him those damned looks. Yes, he was annoyed.

He took a labored sip of his coffee, his brows relaxing back over his eyes at the sudden caffeine rush. He was a bit addicted to coffee, or to the caffeine at least but so was most of corporate America. He sighed, pulling out his phone. He checked his e-mail, then his inbox, then his work e-mail, and just about anything else he could think to check. Anything that would give him an excuse to not make conversation. It was a little obvious he was avoiding actually looking at her, making conversation. No, it wasn't because he didn't love her anymore. He loved her more than he could ever love any woman. He'd just let his career get out of control, he'd grown distant from her, and now that he recognized it he felt trapped. Ace truly thought there was nothing he could do to save his marriage. He'd been having an affair for a year, and when Lindsay found out it would all be over. He would be lucky if she didn't hunt down and kill Nicolette, the girl that was almost illegal for Ace to fuck. She was only twenty-two, and had barely been twenty-one when they started to have sex.

But then what he dreaded most happened. He ran out of shit to do on his phone; he'd actually have to put it down and make some sort of conversation or something. That or bask in the tensely awkward silence. He didn't want to do that either. He closed everything out on his phone and looked down at his watch, pretending to be interested in the time. He didn't have anywhere to be today, and the worst part was that they both knew it. After that, he stared across the room at the paper some old man was reading while he fiddled with his wedding band on his finger. He twisted it around twenty-seven times, then shifted in his chair. He jumped a little when she looked up, her glance almost piercing. He felt like he'd been caught or something, and he had to remind himself he wasn't doing anything wrong at that moment. He settled his heart rate back into a normal pace as he adjusted in the chair again. He loosened his tie uncomfortably.

"Sooo..." he drug out the syllable as long as he could, trying to kill the awkwardness. He usually didn't force himself to speak to her, but for some reason he did. It wasn't because he didn't love her, but because he always felt guilty. He had a gorgeous wife, smart, funny, the whole package and he was off fucking some other woman. He felt so irrational about it until he was underneath the sheets with Nicolette. Then he enjoyed it. He bit his lip a little, eventually reminding himself to let it go. He could not, for the life of himself, figure out anything to say to her. Ace started fiddling with his silver necklace, running his fingers over the intricately braided strands of sterling silver. Come on buddy, think of something. His conscience wasn't complying. "Um.. " Okay, it really shouldn't be this hard or this awkward to talk to your wife. "How are you?" he finally asked, a little awkwardly. Okay well, it wasn't exactly what he wanted, but it was something right? And knowing her, she'd go off on some long story and he wouldn't have to say anything else to her. He wished he hadn't said anything and just dealt with the pressure he felt to say it. Regardless of what he felt, he'd actually asked her a question and felt obligated to remain focused enough to hear the answer. But he didn't want to hear it.. she would just complain about how he's a terrible husband, something he already knew.

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heyyo, this post is for lindsay edwards, also known as the lovely sidra. jump back yo, this post is 874 words long. ace is rockin' it out, but what's new right? the lyrics are from hoobastank, and the template/graphics are credited to miss sexonlegs, or hannah. and now to johnny with the weather: these two are wonderful, yo.

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[lindsay]

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So he was busy on his phone, she didn’t say much, just decided to keep it shut. It was probably work and he seemed busy with it these days. Somehow, she understood that and at the same time, she didn't respected it. He wasn’t at home more, but at least, right now, he was with her here instead of there; there was no reason for her to be a complete priss about the situation, when really there is nothing to complain about. She watched his every move now. When he took a sip of his coffee, when he shifted his gaze from one end of the screen to the other, looking busy. She continued to watch when he looked at his watch and then around the room. Did he have to go? Was he waiting for someone? Just observing the time and the crowd for no particular reason, maybe? Maybe, he just wanted to distract himself from….well, this. Lindsay’s gaze lowered to the ring he was now fiddling with.

Seeing him jump, she settled back in her chair, hating the crazily excited reaction she gave when she saw him shift. Her eyes left the wedding band on his finger. Again, she was closely observing when he loosened his tie and the entire time, she just sat there, still. Looking in his direction as if she’d never seen anything as amusing as his movements, every single one of them. Her eyes settled on the tie and then up at the collar, remembering the last time she removed that same shirt off of him. Now, sex was out of the question; who knows how long it had been since they actually did the deed, but they recently did get close. Not a while ago, she tried to fix up things by pretty much throwing herself at him. And she did more than once on the same night, he just didn’t seem to be into it much. It hurt, but she was still trying to do whatever she could to get his attention and let this man know how much she loved him and wanted things to be better.

And then he spoke. Sure, the one syllable that he dragged out didn’t really kill the brutal awkwardness between them, but she was happy he tried. It kind of made her smile. She watched as he bit his lip. He really did want to try, she noticed. It was moments like these she reminded herself that there was no one else. They were just going through a rough patch and there was no reason for her to think that she was unknowingly sharing this man with someone else. Ace wasn’t much into their relationship, but there’s no way he’d go that far. And he was trying to make it right. Why else would he be talking to her? His question came out awkward, even she noticed. But again, she didn’t think much of it because she knew that he at least was trying to get a conversation going and that’s all she asked from him at this point.

”I’m fine.” She wasn’t sure why she couldn’t say more than just that. It was all that came out. Just like every other time she asked him after he came home. When asking him how his day at work was, all she ever got was ‘Fine.’ Hers was always ‘fine’ too, because there was seriously nothing to do at home when he wasn’t around. Then again, it was worse when he was around. Made her feel even more unwanted when he never noticed her, even if she would come sit down next to him. Starting a conversation with him was just impossible. The sex part? She didn’t know what was wrong in that department. She could’ve sworn if all failed, she’d resort to spreading her legs for him, but all she got from him at that point was “I can’t.” Whatever, as Ace always said. Just whatever.

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Ace mindlessly continued to play with the wedding band on his left ring finger. It was silver and rather plain, rather ironic he thought. At the time they were married, their relationship was full of life and ferocity. The hatred they felt for each other prior to that one night was intense, and it seemed at the drop of a hat they exchanged all that loathing for the exact amount of love. Everyone swore they would be happy after that, considering they appeared to get on so well. Ace was happy, he knew he'd found the woman for him. Lindsay was beautiful, sexy, smart, funny, everything he wanted in a woman and everything no other one could give him. She kept him satisfied sexually, stimulated mentally, and so many other things that were vital to a healthy relationship with someone. He did some psychology on the side in college, so he knew communication skills. It wasn't like he didn't have them, he just didn't use them. Maybe that's where it all went wrong. Ace thought about it all the time, tried to pinpoint the exact moment in history where they marriage went down the drain. But the more he contemplated it, the more he realized it wasn't a certain point. It was a gradual recession that happened over several years, fueled by family, work, and so many other factors that could have easily been helped.

But none of it mattered now. Their relationship was strained and battered beyond repair, at least he thought so. He didn't see any way of piecing it back together, especially once she found out about the affair. That would be the last straw. Lindsay was fiercely territorial over him, she had been ever since they clicked that night. And he'd been the same way with her. He could sleep with whoever he wanted to outside the marriage, but if he found out she was sleeping around he'd be crushed. That just wouldn't be tolerated. But he adjusted his tie again, thinking of the touch of the young girl that she provided him all too often. How she would be accompanying him to Canada under the cover of his personal assistant. It really wasn't a lie, but he wouldn't go into detail about what she assisted him with. Honestly, without her there, he would go deprived and be undeniably grumpy, and he needed to have his mind clear and easy for directing his first huge production. Nicolette was much younger than him and reminded him a lot of Lindsay. Granted, Lindsay was older, figured, and had more spark than Nicolette, but really there was a lot that made them similar.

Then she spoke. He prepared himself for a long winded response, but when all he got was, "I'm fine," he even raised a brow. Normally it was accompanied with some long, drawn out story about what she felt, why she felt it, and when it started. A story he would block out as soon as it begun because he really didn't exactly care. But just hearing two words, it got him listening closely. Of course, the one time he was determined to listen he got something he couldn't exactly respond to. And she didn't return the question, what a bitch! Actually, it was just as well considering he'd give the same generic response. He nodded slightly, forcing himself to stop twisting his ring on his finger, or just stop fidgeting all together. He tightened his jaw a little, sure he wasn't going to say anything else. But there was something on his mind, that much was obvious. He wanted to know if she expected him to take her to Canada. If she was going, things could get complicated for him in a heartbeat. Bringing his wife and his mistress was a risky maneuver that Ace wasn't even sure he could pull off. It was going to be a challenge, but Chace Edwards had never backed down from a challenge - not once in his entire life.

"I'm going to Canada soon," he said, looking from the lid of his coffee to her face. She was stunning, even though she wore a sour expression from being in such a cheap place. Well, that statement hadn't exactly been what he wanted to say, so he knew he had to try again. This was probably the most communication, or at least the most thorough attempt at communication he'd made in quite some time. "Are you coming?" It was a simple question, not inflection or emphasis on anything on purpose. He was dreading the response to this question, and begged himself to remain neutral no matter the answer.

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heyyo, this post is for lindsay edwards, also known as the lovely sidra. jump back yo, this post is 778 words long. ace is rockin' it out, but what's new right? the lyrics are from hoobastank, and the template/graphics are credited to miss sexonlegs, or hannah. and now to johnny with the weather: woop woop!

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