Denial phase

Joseph, aren't you quite the tease? Angela typed to her colleague. She had tried to rest, but the thoughts of the CEO had her distracted.

Rotating on her bed restlessly, Angela reminisced about the weekend, she experienced Rex's hands, enticing the molds of her oranges.

He had held her waist, pinning it to the mattress, probably thrusting out the day's frustration.

Angela recalled enduring the pain, even reaching out to hold his head, comforting him like she could sense his distress.

Nevertheless, remembering the bridge he laid for her to read, a symbol of his disinterest, Angela stood up from the bed, she attended to a couple of house chores and now sat on the ground.

She placed the mini device on their sitting room table, carefully placing it away from the wooden edge to prevent it from breaking.