The Arrangement

Chapter 16

"Are you sleeping with him?"

"Wow . . ." I felt my temper snap. "Excuse you," I snarled out at him. "Just because I was drunk and married the fool does not mean I'm fooling around with him. Honestly, Rory, I thought you knew me better than that!" I felt the tears sting my eyes. He really thought that little of me?

"No, Kae, don't cry,"

"What the hell did you do?" I looked up to see Trent's form barring the door frame. He looked livid. Trent marched over and knelt in front of me, his hands immediately cupped my face and he brushed away the few stubborn tears that escaped. "What's wrong, Mikaela?"

I glared at him. He'd followed me! "Why are you here?" I snapped as I jerked away from him. His expression hardened.

"What did you do to make her cry?" Trent demanded as he turned to Rory and got inches from his face.

"I'm not crying!" I insisted as I angrily brushed the tears away.

"A tool like you doesn't really care." Rory growled. "Anyone can see you don't deserve someone like her! Go back to where you came from. Can't you see how much you're hurting her?"

I gasped at that.

"Rory, you've already lost. Get over yourself." Trent sneered.

"Watch it pretty boy! I don't know what you have over her, but this is bullshit! I don't care what you are to her, but if you keep hurting her, you'll have me to deal with! Do you understand me?"

Trent let out a snort in response. This was not going to end well. "Honestly? Do you really think you can do anything to me? What are you going to do? Hit me?" Trent goaded, pointing to his chin. "Rory, you're a punk. You're the one who made her cry and damn!" Trent took a deep breath. "And now we're fighting," Trent turned back to me. "I'm sorry, Mikaela," Trent got back in Rory's face. "Let's settle this like men, outside and away from Mikaela,"

"Will you two stop acting like little boys!" I shouted, startling even myself. It was at this point that the manager came over and asked us to leave. "Rory, come on, let's go to my apartment. Come on, Trent, I sighed.

Once safely back at my apartment, I started the coffee process as I tried to wrap my mind around my situation for the umpteenth time. My husband and best friend sat across from one another at my cramped little four-seater, glaring daggers at each other.

"Are we finished acting like toddlers?" I scolded. I was beyond tired of this. I set down two coffees and the cream and sugar.

"Mikaela,"

"No! Don't Mikaela me. You two sit here and work out whatever pissing contest you're in. I'm going to my room. You can come and get me when you've figured this out."

I locked myself in my room before they could argue with me. I leaned against the door and slid down as a yawn escaped. I was exhausted. I changed quickly and was out before my head hit the pillow. At least, I was until I heard a loud crash.

I ran out of my room and saw the two of them wrestling on the ground, the table was flipped on its side and the coffee cups had been tossed aside, one of which was completely shattered.

"What are you doing?" I screeched. I could not believe the sight in front of me. The boys were rolling on the floor throwing punches and grappling. What had happened since I went into my room? "Stop it! Both of you!"

"You son of a bitch!"

"You take back what you said about her!"

"Both of you!" I screeched again. They weren't listening to me. I grabbed an empty pitcher and filled it with water and dumped it on the two of them. They stopped. Trent with a fistful of Rory's shirt and his fist cocked back to throw a punch and Rory with both hands trying to shove Trent off of him. "Stop it right now!" I demanded. "Trent, get off of him for the love of Pete! Rory don't you dare swing on him, I saw that." I chided. "I am not running a day care. You two are grown adults! Start acting like men not little high school boys!"