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"What do you mean?" Harry asks. I sit back on my heels.

"I saw the texts." I admit. He sits up surprised. I crawl over him and slip a shirt on.

"What texts?" Harry acts stupid. I grunt turning towards him.

"Fay, I know about her." I reiterate.

"What the fuck, you went through my phone?" He sits up on the edge of the bed.

"What the fuck? No, you're the one who's in the wrong here." I argue.

"How? I have no commitment to you. I'm not cheating on you." He says coldly. I shutter from his cold demeanor.

"Oh but all you need is me?" I shove him as he tries to walk out. "You're such an asshole. You made me feel bad about sleeping with a married man, but now I'm just another girl under your belt." I shout at him. I pick up the first thing in my hand and throw it at him, it was just a shirt. "Don't ever come back." I finalize.

"Stop." He catches my hand as I raise it to slap him. "I am not your boyfriend. I am not your husband. I do not have to justify my decisions. You have nothing over me." He throws my hand back.

"You have everything over me." I blurt out as he grabs his keys. He stops.

"If this is the type of relationship you want, I highly suggest you reevaluate." He turns around. "I don't care for you. I use your body when I want it and then I'm done. There's nothing more to this." Why is he being so cruel? Why is he lying to himself?

"You're lying." I whisper. He shakes his head and laughs nonchalantly and walks away. "I'm not the one who said I only need you, you said that. You lead me on Harry. Sure it was fun, you taught me a lot, but I'm not down for all this." I take a breath stepping back.

He looks back and for a second, I know he's contemplating everything and he knows I'm right. He shakes his head and keeps walking. He closes the door and I just stand staring at the door.


Mila lies in her bed for days, only getting up for food and water. She just lied there watching Netflix and wondering how she has gotten so caught up. Perhaps she was imagining it all. Harry needing her and wanting her for more than her body. Maybe he had made that clear from the beginning. No, he was the one telling her he needed her and only her. She broke up with her boyfriend essentially for him, although it was time to get rid of that bumbling idiot.

She thought of how unfair it was that Harry got to literally ruin her life while he went on with his perfect wife and perfect children. He had taken her virginity and that would always be with him. Maybe that's why she was a fool. She wanted to believe that he could fall in love with her because she had shared herself in such an intimate way with him that no one had ever seen before.

Soon a knock came on the door. She got up and threw her hair in a bun and shuffled towards the knocking. She looked through the hole and smiled, her brothers. She opens the door and they come piling in.

"What's up sis?" Monty says.

"Man you look like shit." Sammie says.

"I miss you, you never come home anymore." Hank, her youngest brother hugs her. She smiles at him.

"Well I work all the time, so..." she justifies. Sammie rolls his eyes.

"Doesn't mean you can't come see your family every once in a while." He chuckles. "What the hell have you been doing sis you still aren't unpacked." He criticizes her stacked boxes in the corner of her living room.

"Mila, are you ok? You don't look so good." Monty says pressing a hand to her forehead. Even though she felt like she was going to throw up, she laughed.

"You guys are starting to sound like papa." She rolls it off.

"Its an absolute mess in here," Monty continues. "Are you sure you're doing ok?" He asks. Mila looks around and notices that her house was a little messy. She had been so busy with Harry and work, she never really cleaned up.

"I'm fine." She shrugs. Hank looks at her with sad eyes. He knew something was going on, his sister was the cleanest person in the world. She loved to decorate and organize, not leave things in their boxes for months.

"Well when we get this place cleaned up, we're taking you to dinner with papa." Monty announces. Her face pales and her hands are slick with sweat. She hadn't seen her father in almost six months, not because they were on bad standing, but just because he had not bothered to visit. Sure Mila could have visited but she was busy. Papa was doing nothing but sitting in his office for far too long.

"Papa?" she mutters sitting at the counter. "We're going to dinner?" She asks. Hank nods rubbing her back.

"He misses you," hank says.

"Well he sure hasn't tried to tell me that. He hasn't called me or visited, what the hell." She becomes angry. Hank throws an arm around her calming her.

"You never call either," he reminds her.

"Yeah, you haven't even been to that side of town since you've been in college." Sammie reminds her too.

"It's going to be fine, he loves you Mila. He just wants to see his girl." Monty assures her. Mila just stares at her hands.

"Papa would be very disappointed in me." She mutters ringing her fingers together.



I apologize for the long wait and the mediocre chapter. The next one will be juicy. I promise.

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