forum “I can’t love you...” Reposting this here (O/O|Romance|Closed|)

Started August 10, 2019 by @Toxic_Persephone group

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She puffed her cheeks out in a pout. “I won’t get bored…” she defended, sticking her tongue out at him. “I have a phone and you to distract me. Who knows, if I get too bored I might just annoy you.”

Asher chuckled. "Fine." He replied. He held the door for her, heading to the car. He also opened that door for her, like a perfect gentleman.

She thanked him quietly and climbed into the car, more excited than she was letting on. His workspace was personal to him. She was a few steps closer to his personal life.

Asher got in, and started the car. "Its about a fifteen minute drive." He told her as he began driving. "Ten if i speed." He chuckled softly. In all honesty, he was wondering why she was so curious about his work, but he didn't mind.

She smacked his arm lightly. “No speeding. That’s bad.” She reminded him, giving him an amused glare. “I don’t want you dead.”

He laughed softly. "Mm. Fine. If I must." He smiled at her, and didn't speed as he drove towards his work.

She sighed softly and leaned back in the seat, playing with her hair as she watched buildings and other cars go by. “What is it like? Your company?”

He hesitated, then shrugged. "It's okay. I don't actually interact with a lot of the employees on a daily basis. But from what I've seen they're all pretty friendly."

“Really?” She asked softly, tilting her head. “Do you like it?” She added soon after, slightly hesitant.

He shrugged. "Yeah, i guess so." He replied, still driving towards their destination. "It's what I was raised for." Even if i would rather be playing piano.

Arabella gave him a stern look. “Just because it’s what you were raised for doesn’t mean it’s what you want.” She reminded him, a little more harshly than she meant to. “I was raised to be a perfect trophy wife. But I’m gunna be what type of wife I want to be!”

He shrugged, and gave her a small smile. "What? I thought I married a good girl!" He teased with a laugh. He smiled at her as he drove.

Arabella pouted at him. “I am a good girl.” She whined, gently tugging on his sleeve. “I’m just not a trophy wife. I’m me.”

He grinned. "I know, i know. And I'm glad that you're you, instead of a cookie cutter trophy." He chuckled softly, and turned into a parking lot.

“I wouldn’t dare become one. I defied my father for years and years. I will continue to defy him.” She growled, folding her arms. “But I like being me too… thanks for letting me be me.”

Asher nodded. He smiled as he parked the car. "You're welcome." He replied with a smile. He opened her door for her.

She hopped out and grinned, offering her hand. “Shall we?” She asked him with a soft sigh.

He took her hand. "We shall." He kissed her cheek and led her into the building, smiling.

She blushed lightly and sighed softly. She felt so much better today but she couldn’t get his words out of her head… Give him time. Give yourself time. You don’t have a crush on him, you don’t like him… it’s just the circumstances you’re in… she told herself and lifted her chin.

Asher led her into the building, introducing her to the receptionist as his wife.
The receptionist, a young woman probably still in college, smiled. "Oh, i see. Have fun!" She waved.
Asher smiled, and led her to the elevator, and waited for it to arrive.

Arabella smiled as she was introduced, giggling softly at the receptionist’s words. “Thank you, have a good day!” She waved goodbye and let Asher lead her to the elevators. She glanced around as they waited, blushing a bit as she caught a few eyes. “You’d think they’ve never seen me around here with you…”

Asher chuckled. "That's because most of them haven't." He replied, kissing her cheek. The elevator pinged as the doors opened, and he led her in, putting in the number for a higher floor. The doors slowly closed, and they waited as it started ascending.

She giggled softly and gently pushed his face away playfully when he kissed her cheek. “They must have seen our wedding. It was huge.” She murmured, growing a little sad. It was large and extravagant… it was everything she had ever wanted but it still felt empty….

He nodded. "Yes, some of them probably did. But this is different." He looked at her worriedly. "Are you alright?" He asked. "Is something wrong? You look…upset."

“Different?” She asked softly, looking away and sighing deeply. His gentle words were soothing. “I-I’m Alright. Just thinking of our wedding. Thank you for making it so… extravagant. It was beautiful.” But so empty…