I grab hold of her shoulders as she continues to stir in the bed beside me. The lamps on and when I try to shake her awake, she doesn't and I grow more worried as I continue to force her to wake up.
"Victoria!" I plea. "Baby, wake up!"
She screams, a plea of panic surging through her voice that rips through my dark soul.
God I wish I could stop this.
Her eyes shoot open, the fear lurks on her eyes and it takes a while for her to register as I stare down at her, eyes wide.
"It's me." I pant in reassurance. "It's only me."
Her breathing is rapid and she squeezes her eyes as if in pain before wrapping her arms around me in a tight hug. Small sobs wreck through her body and I hold her closer.
This happens so frequently now, you'd think I'd be use to it.
And it still chills me to the fucking bone to hear her screaming. She never speaks about her nightmares. She doesn't have too. Because I know exactly who and what they're about.
I want to stop this from happening to her. But it's out of my control.
"I'm sorry-" she stutters and I hush her.
"Don't be." I murmur quietly, brushing the excess of hair that's sticking to her tear stained cheeks.
She sniffs uncontrollably and lies back down in my arms.
Victoria stays silent for a while until I realise she's asleep again.
"I love you." I whisper quietly before leaving a kiss against her cheek and slide myself out of bed.
I wasn't planning on going back to work so soon, but two weeks with absolutely nothing done from me and leaving it to my employees.
I'm practically swimming with sharks.
I take the desk seat in my office and gaze down at the email icon. 1,435 unread messages and I'm already dreading it.
I press down the intercom.
"Yes sir?" Mark, my personal life saver I should say, sounds through the speaker.
"Can I get a triple shot coffee. Black. I'm in the office." I say briskly.
"Back to work again, sir?"
"Yes Mark. Add a bagel to that too."
Sighing to myself, I read email, by email and go through three mugs of coffee, one bagel and two cheese sticks that Mrs Conrad made last night.
My adrenaline is haywire from the coffees, but I'm far from finished. Four hours later, and it's 7 in the morning. Only 389 more emails to go and I'm fucking done with that shit, for now.
I press the intercom. "Mark."
"What do I have today?" I frown.
"Sir, you've cancelled all meetings."
Fuck. "Anything I could arrange?" I question with annoyance.
"Mr Vause is flexible?"
Mr Vause is only flexible because his businesses are more shittier than the relationship with his wife.
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