Point Of View 2 [*Do not read until you've read the same chapter of ATW]

Chapters 138 & 139 Break My Heart/ A New Day

Evan takes a step to the side to allow Jeremy to open the door. The moment I lock eyes with Dave, everything around me comes to a standstill.

"Shit." Jeremy quickly slides out and forcefully slams the door behind him. All the color must have drained from my face, given the way Evan is staring at me. Since he had stepped aside to allow Jeremy to answer the door, he couldn't see who had knocked. He furrows his brows at me.

"Dave," I whisper. "Dave is right outside the door."

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*James*

"Holy shit, James." Lindsay breathes out and I laugh. She says that every time we have sex, it's like being me is something new to her, and she's surprised by what she feels.

I drop her leg so she can stand but press her against the wall a few more times, not willing to let go of the sensation yet.

"Sorry," I smirk. "It's been a little while."

"I'll say. I think you broke my pelvis." Lindsay rests her forehead on my shoulder, attempting to catch her breath. "You always feel so good."

I pull out and my ex throws her arms around me for one last kiss. She then walks into the bathroom, wearing only her thigh-high stockings and heels. God, she's a force to be reckoned with that one.

"Um... just don't take too long, Linds. I still struggle with dressing myself sometimes." 

That's all I need. Someone to come back into Julia's apartment with me completely naked in the living room and my ex-girlfriend naked in the bathroom. I lean against the wall and patiently wait for Lindsay to clean up, feeling guilty that the whole time I was having sex with her, my mind was on Julia.

I am aware that I'm no longer in the picture and have accepted that, but I can't help but still think of her occasionally. Today being one of those days. Especially since it was the same position as the first time me and Julia had sex. Right up against a wall in the Marriott lobby. I laugh a little thinking about that and how we could have gotten busted but didn't care.

"What are you thinking about over there?" Lindsay sees me smirking when she walks out of the bathroom and squints her eyes at me.

"Will you just hurry up and help me gets dressed already? Before we get caught?"

"You never cared about getting caught before..." Lindsay knows me too well. I once took her in the storage closet in the hotel with the door cracked open. She helps me get dressed and then picks up her clothes that are scattered around the living room.

"I think you should stay like this and not get dressed." I stand behind her and pull her against me.

"Oh yeah? I'm sure your roommates would love walking in to see that." She drops her head to the side when I passionately begin kissing her neck.

"Paul probably would." I tease but feel myself harden again. "Round two? Before they come back?"

Lindsay reaches back and threads her fingers through my hair. "You're insatiable, you know that?"

"I do." I bend her over the arm of the couch and have my way with her again. And once again, think of Julia while doing so.

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*Trisha*

Evan decides to sit next to me while we wait for Jeremy to return. I fidget with my hands and it's noticed.

"Hey. You're ok. I'm right here with you." The bodyguard says.

"I know. It's not that. I know he's not gonna do anything. He's not drunk." I huff. "But now he knows I come here. I come here and get fucking therapy from his rapist cousin. How fucked up is that?!"

"When you put it like that, yeah, that's pretty messed up isn't it?" Evan finds humor in the situation.

 What are they talking about in the hall? Me? Now that Dave knows I come here? Will Jeremy be professional and keep his trapper shut?

"I can't be here." I bolt up, feeling panicky now, and head to the door, making Evan jump up to follow. Before I'm able to escape Jeremy opens the door and comes back in, almost bumping right into me in panic mode.

"Hey." He puts both hands on my shoulders, but Evan quickly pulls me back. "It's ok, he's gone."

"He saw me in here." I push Jeremy's chest but then stop myself and back away. It catches him off guard and once again his eyes fill with sympathy. Holy shit I just acted like fucking Moretti! What the hell has gotten into me!

"Trisha, he's gone." Jeremy speaks in a softer more reassuring tone as Evan pulls me further away and I sit back down on the couch, noticeably flustered.

"What does he know? What did you tell him about me?" I shriek, clearly on the brink of a panic attack.

"Hey, take a deep breath. I didn't tell him anything. Part of my job is keeping what is said in this room confidential."

"But he asked," I state. "Didn't he? He asked why I was here. He's gonna think-"

"Trisha. He can ask all he wants. Doesn't matter. I tell him nothing. He knows he won't get anything out of me either. Don't forget he's my cousin. He knows I won't budge."

I drop my head in my hands.

"That's not good enough. This was a bad idea, coming here. Being here." I abruptly get up, making Evan scramble to his feet and following me out of the office.

"Trisha....wait." Jeremy sighs but I ignore him.

 I can't be near Dave and he sure as hell can't be near me or even know where I go. Now he knows I come here. 

Coming here was such a bad idea.

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