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Chapter 4

The room was spinning but the way I was feeling was damn amazing. Our position had switched by now I was on my back on the living room carpet and Jason was between my legs with my skirt hiked up kissing every inch my body he can touch. I felt like I was in a daze, it might have been the alcohol but I was coherent. The fur carpet felt great under my skin but Jason felt amazing rubbing, grinding and kissing.

My thoughts were all over the place, then I lifted my left hand to cover my eyes and that's when all my senses came back. Sitting on my finger was my 5-carat heart-shaped diamond engagement ring, guilt came rushing in. I'm engaged and I love him, I know Antonio and I can fix this I just have to try harder. With that I snapped back and started to push up, I guess it caused a chained reaction because Jason stopped as well. He looked right at me and as if he knew, as if he could see right into me he stopped and it hurt.

"You ok Sweets?"

His voice had the gruff tone to it again, I wasn't sure if it was from all the kissing or because he knew what was coming next. I'm guessing the latter because he moved from between my legs to sit on the ottoman in front of me.

"I....... I just can't"

What is wrong with me today I felt like crying again and usually, it takes a lot for me to cry. He shook his head and ran his hand over it when he spoke his voice was low and sympathetic. His frustration was showing without a doubt now and this angered me.

"It's ok, I understand too much at once and you still haven't seen the light yet. Sweets, you need to realize that i***t isn't your life, look how many people you have drifted apart from because of him."

"You have no right to pass judgment on him or our relationship, you know nothing about either and you sure as hell no nothing about me."

I shouldn't have done that, I knew I shouldn't have but he pissed me off. Next thing I knew I was back flat on the floor with him holding me down, he wasn't ruff though. I felt no fear of his actions just the words I knew were coming next.

"Listen here babe you might think I know nothing but I'm good at reading people. I've been in town three weeks now and I have never met this Fiancée and we have gone to several parties together for the firm and by the firm. If you were mine busy or not I'm there for you I would've never left town without you, made you give up your child or put you in the hospital. Real men don't pull that s**t. You have no idea how mad I am right now that you seriously feel like tender love and care can fix that little s**t you’re with, Sweets you are walking on eggshells around a rabid animal who has a sensitive trigger."

He was right but it was so hard, how can I just give it all up? f**k the tears are coming again and I can't stand it, I don't want him to see me crying anymore it's so pathetic.

"Can you call me a cab please, I think I need to go home."

I knew that's not what he wanted to hear but it was for the best. He got to his feet in one swift move and held his hand out to me. When I looked in his eyes I saw multiple things, the same disappointment I saw in everyone's eyes when they tried to talk to me about Antonio, anger, and frustration but there was affection there too, I just wondered how much.

I took his hand and he pulled me straight into his arms, it felt good to be held, touched with such affection and care, any girl that ended up with him would be one lucky b***h. I wanted to cry again but I was determined to hold it back and I did until he kissed my forehead so tenderly and said......

"I'm not done trying to show you what you deserve Sweets, it’s not over. Grab your stuff and I'll drop you home if that’s still what you want, I'm going to change, be right back."

I just remained silent, the tears slipped down my face as he walked away, up the stairs. I knew he wasn't lying and I was happy but I was sad that a guy who just walked into my life seemed to care more about me and my happiness than the man I was engaged to.

I walked around his living area picking up my stuff and by the time he came back downstairs I was dressed sitting with my purse in my lap. He was closed off again I could see it in his face, it was hard and his lips were pursed together. He looked so hot in his white T, grey sweats and Adidas runners, I was almost drooling.

"Ready to go Sweets?"

"You don't have to take me, a cab will do just fine."

"I take care of what's mine and you are getting in the car so I can take you home, clear?

"Like crystal."

I wanted to ask him what he meant by "....what's mine..." but I thought better he didn't seem like he was in the mood to answer any questions, especially not mine.

He locked up and the ride down in the elevator was quiet, the silence was kind of scary usually, he would whistle or something but he just stood there and stared at the doors until they opened at the parking level.

The ride home was just as quiet, I only spoke when giving directions. When we got to my townhouse I realized he only lived five minutes from me. I sat in the car for a few minutes and decided to make one last confession.

"I know our relationship isn't health Jason, but I love him..........I know I might not be fully safe with him so that's why I still have the apartment I got when we split up that time. I knew at some point I would need it again."

He reached over and took my hand, then brought it up to his mouth and kissed it. It was so sweet it almost brought the tears back. When I looked over at him and our eyes met I knew what I saw in those dark eyes was love.

"Get rid of the apartment Sweets, if you need a place to crash my place is a two-bedroom. No matter how much I want to turn around and bring you home to take care of you I'll respect your wishes until I think you can't take any more."

With that, he let go of my hand and got out of the car, came around and got my door. When I got out of the car he leaned towards me and said so softly.

"Goodnight Sweets, sleep tight and call or text if you need. I'll be waiting."

When I got inside the home I have shared with my fiancé for the last two years it was empty and cold. I wanted to cry and completely regretted asking Jason to bring me home, I didn't want to be alone so I texted him, he texted back immediately.