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Empty. Some of her things are gone.

She ran.

And the worst thing, her cell phone is on the table.

Fuck.

Kade rushes into the room and he’s pissed. His jaw is tense, and his hands are curled into fists. Before I can say anything, his fist connects with my lip and I’m knocked against the wall. I don’t bother fighting back, I seriously fucked up.

“What the fuck did you do, Chase? She couldn’t leave here fast enough, fucking crying!” He spits out vehemently.

“Fuck! You let her leave?” I lift my hand to my bloodied lip, and I can see it shaking.

“Of course I did. You fucking hurt her, and she needed space.”

“Nothing fucking happened, Kade, Aubrey tried some shit, I pushed her away. Layla walked in at the worst possible moment. You think I would fuck it up with Layla for Aubrey? You know how I feel about Layla!”

Kade looks into my eyes, searching. It hurts like hell that my own brother doesn’t completely trust me.

After a few moments, he nods, his stance relaxing. “Bring her home, Chase. You need to fix this.” He puts his hand on my shoulder, squeezing it once, before leaving the room.

I fall to my knees when he leaves the room. I take a couple of deep breaths, allowing myself a moment of weakness.

Then I get back up.

Time to get my woman back.

First, I’m going to make sure Aubrey leaves me the fuck alone, once and for all.

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Aubrey

I watch Layla walk into the store, and head straight for the pharmacy section. Curious, I slowly head over, following her. My gaze looks over her from head to toe. I suppose she is beautiful, if you like that kind of thing, but many women are beautiful. I’m beautiful. So what’s so good about her? What does she have that Chase can’t get enough of? It can’t be sex, because the sex between Chase and I was always... wild. Chase is mine, and he will always be mine. Our fathers have wanted us to get married for years. They were business partners, still are. I am close with Chase’s father. Very close.

My heart misses a beat when I see her stop in front of the pregnancy tests. She picks one up. Shit. No, this can’t be happening to me! I’ve been trying for months to get Chase back, and this little bitch is not going to stand in the way, pregnant or not. I will never admit defeat when it comes to him.

I met Chase this morning. Same spot as usual, out the front of the cemetery. We both bring flowers and then walk together to the gravestone. Our little girl would have been a year old. Well, my little girl. Chase and I had an open relationship. He told me that if I wanted him, I had to be faithful to him; always there for him when he decided he wanted a taste of me. But the rules were different for him of course; he got to fuck around if he felt the need to. Trying to have his cake and eat it too. I would have agreed to any of his regulations to be his woman. The title brought many things, jealousy from other women, wealth, amazing sex and the pride to be on the arm of a man such as him.

I told him I would only be his. However, after being neglected time to time when he felt like he wanted another woman, I decided that I couldn’t take it anymore. If he was going to screw around, so was I. I am a very desirable woman. It didn’t take much for me to entice other men, ones willing to be discreet. I will never let him find out that Lilly isn’t his. Lilly is my last link to Chase.

I pull up to Chase’s work, dressed to kill. A tight dress, a lot of cleavage and fuck me stilettos. My man always did have a thing for sexy high heels.

“Hey Chase.” I purr, as I enter his office.

“What are you doing here, Aubrey?” He growls in an angry tone.

“Thank you for coming with me yesterday.” I tell him.

“Don’t thank me; I would have gone either way, with or without you.”

“Chase honey…” I’m cut off.

“Don’t honey me, Aubrey. We are done. I will always love and remember Lilly, forever, but you and I, we are done,” his tone is harsh.

“She doesn’t know, does she?” I ask smugly, knowing my answer already.

“It’s really none of your business.” Chase hisses.

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