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“Now, Chase, you don’t have to be so rude. We were good together honey, we could have that back.” I walk towards him, swaying my lips seductively.

“Aubrey! Take a hint, we are over. I fucking love Layla, I’m not going to change my mind. You need to move on,” he says tonelessly.

I turn to leave, and then see Layla in the lobby talking to the receptionist. She couldn’t have had better timing.

Without warning I walk up to him, wrap my arms around the back of his neck and shove my lips on his. He grabs my hips and pushes me away roughly and I hit the wall.

“Get the fuck out, Aubrey. Don’t come back,” he says angrily. I glance at the half open door, no Layla. I smile smugly.

“We will never be done, Chase,” I say as I depart his office. I know exactly where I’m going to go to next.

When she opens the door, she slaps me across the face. Maybe I should have expected that… “You bitch!” I yell. That fucking hurt.

“I guess we are going to add stalking on your list of many faults? What, home wrecking not enough?” She sneers at me.

“You think you’re all high and mighty, but you don’t know anything. Chase keeps so much from you.” I hiss at her.

“Apparently.” She says bitterly. “And I suppose you’re here to tell me?”

` I smirk. Oh boy am I, and I’m going to love every minute of it.

“Do you even know where he was yesterday? Because he was with me.”

She looks like she wants to slap me again.

“If you don’t believe me here, read our texts.” I had her my phone, and she looks like she’s going to be sick. Good. “Did he tell you that he got me pregnant?” I chuckle, seeing the look on her face. “Yes it was while we were together. It wasn’t planned, but I knew he was going to be a great father.”

“How did he know it was yours? Didn’t you have an open relationship?” she asks quietly.

“Is that what he told you? Yes, he had an open relationship. I couldn’t make him commit to more than that. But that doesn’t mean I was allowed to be with anyone but him, you know Chase, he can be possessive like that. I lost her. My baby. I had a miscarriage, at five months.” It still hurts talking about this sometimes.

“I’m sorry,” she says quietly.

“No you’re not,” I sneer, “And that’s not why I’m here, for your pity. I’m here to tell you that he will never fully let go of me, because we went through so much together, losing our little girl. We will always have something that you will never be able to erase. When I went to his office today, we were reconciling. As you could see. He told me he doesn’t even want children anymore, since losing our child hurt that much.”

My works done, I walk out. Chase may be mad at first, but he will get over it. He needs a strong woman like me.

I’m in bed, when I hear a knock on my door. I look at the clock, right on time. I’m not wearing anything, just my robe. I open the door and invite him in.

“I knew you would come to me, honey.” I smile, opening my robe a bit, so he can see what he’s been missing. Suddenly I’m up against the wall. Ooh, foreplay, my favorite. But when I look up at his face, I flinch at the coldness in his eyes. His lips are pursed together, and he is so intense in his fury. A whimper escapes my throat.

“You fucking bitch. Why can’t you leave me alone? How dare you say that shit to Layla, that wasn’t your fucking business Aubrey,” he spits out.

“Honey, I only told her the truth,” I say shakily.

“What truth would that be, huh? That we’re reconciling? That sure as fuck ain’t happening.” He sneers.

“Honey…” I’m cut off.

“Stop fucking calling me that. I’m not your honey.” His hold is starting to hurt.

“Let go, you’re hurting me.” I plead.

“I’ll let you go when I’m done talking. As of now, you don’t exist to me. I’m going to get her back. I’m going to marry her. And yes, one day have children with her,” he growls.

“You said you would never have children after what happened to Lilly.” I whisper out.

“I was grieving when I said that.” He yells at me. “Layla is it for me. She’s everything I want. She has my heart, my respect, my love. Something you never had. I am done playing nice with you, Aubrey, I’m done placating you. The next time you come around, I won’t be so nice about it. Stay out of my fucking life.”

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