Rings Mean... (Dylan Strome)

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Mitch and his beloved had to be all over each other at my house didn't they. I understand they are newly weds but damn can they chill. I thought to myself. Especially because she was mine first. She was mine.

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(Flashback)

"Dylan, I love you so much" I said kissing him and hugging him tightly with my legs wrapped around his torso. He pulled back to reciprocate.

"Marry me?" He uttered, pulling the ring out of his back pocket while still holding me up. I smiled and released myself from his grasp.

"Yes! of course!" I screamed softly, tearing up slightly.

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I kept trying to push Mitch off of me because it was rude to parade me in-front of my ex-fiance. I mouthed, sorry, to Dylan. He just got up and walked away from me. Us, rather. I stood up leaving Mitch. I followed Dylan to the kitchen where he was getting a beer. 

"I am so sorry I truly am, Dyl." I said pleading his forgiveness, this feels all too familiar. He just popped the top off his beer and took a sip saying nothing. He pushed by me, completely ignoring me. His arm brushed mine and it put chills trough my body. I turned around to see him and Mitch sitting together awkwardly. They pretended like they were okay with each other even though Dylan could not stand him and neither could Mitch. They only hung-out as a source of power. Mitch liked parading me around Dylan and Dylan liked doing exactly what he just did. Getting me to leave Mitch to talk to him. I was just the prize in it all. I did not feel like this though. If anything I felt like nothing. Like a toy both boys just parade around like a show dog. I was so fed up with both of them. Mitch and I had been married not even a month and I am already the maid and not the wife.

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Mitch and I went back to our modern home. It was fairly nice, it was professional and sleek. The main color was white. It was fancy yet respectable. Since it was the off-season, Mitch was hitting the gym which gave me two hours to myself. I turned on the fireplace and pulled a blanket over my legs seeing as I was in spandex and Mitch's old sweatshirt. I started to watch my old T.V favorites when there was a ring at the door. I sighed and removed the blanket from my legs, marching over to the door. I opened it to reveal Dylan.

"Mitch is not here right now." I said quickly.

"Who gives a shit?" Dylan snapped back at me. I removed myself from the doorway, allowing him to come in. He stormed in, red in the face.

"Dyl..." I said closing the door behind me.

"Don't!" He screamed back at me very loudly, making me jump a little.

"Dylan!" I screamed even louder back at him.

"What?" He responded calmly.

"Why are you here?" I asked calmly slowly making my way over to him, he stepped back and looked down at his feet.

"Because, I-" He stopped, I walked over to him closer, this time he did not back away. I looked at him in the eye and nodded. It was a gesture that he could continue. He stared back into my eyes. Suddenly, I felt his lips crash onto mine. I did not know how much I needed and missed his lips until now. I wrapped my hand around his neck into his curls. He wrapped his hands around my waist. I pulled away suddenly after realizing I had a ring on my finger.

"You should go." I said wiping my lips awkwardly.

"What if I don't want to?" He said cupping my face and pulling me into him.

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"Shit, you have to go" I said pushing Dylan out the door. I threw his belt at him pushing him further out the door. He kissed me goodbye and ran out.  I quickly changed and cleaned the bed up to make it look like nothing happened. I turned on the baseball game and laid on the couch with a bag of chips to make it look like I have not done a thing since he left.

"Hey Harper" I heard my husbands voice echo from the entrance. I pretended I was asleep. I heard footsteps creeping up to me. I stayed still and silent. I felt him sit on the end of the couch and pull a blanket over me. what did i do? I asked myself. He got up and I heard him walk into the kitchen and open the fridge. He dropped something loudly so it gave me an excuse to 'wake up'.

"Sorry, Hun I didn't mean to." He said picking up the plastic bowl he dropped filled with salad.

"It okay," I said coming over to help him pick up the salad off the ground. "How was your workout?" I asked trying my best to avoid a conversation about me.

"Good, did I see Dylan leave?" He asked. I looked down and continued to pick up the salad.

"No, I don't think so. Nobody bothered me, I fell asleep an hour ago." I lied through my teeth.

"Hm." He just said.

"Why don't you go get in the shower, I will clean this up." I said, Mitch kissed my cheek and picked up his glass of Chocolate Milk and walked away. I took a sigh of relief and continued picking up the salad.

How am I going to lie to Mitch for the rest of my life with him? How?

What if he finds out? What if?

Why did I do this? Why?

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