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Part 8: A Fight

I left it up to Lauren.

Though I'm fairly certain that was the wrong thing to do.

She's a bit...out there when it comes to her ideas.

Almost worse than Max because they aren't for benefit rather than intrusion.

Walking from Pain de Vie, I begin to wonder what she's gotten down to in her investigation of Max. Rounding the corner of Administration, I have to stop myself as I find Max talking to some woman.

I've never seen her before.

She's not from the Dam.

She's very pretty though.

I try to sneak closer so I can hear a bit of the conversation.

"Haha, Max- you're so sweet. Really- flowers?"

"I thought I'd just send them to you instead of bring them across town to your office." He charmingly states and she reaches and takes his hand. He doesn't remove his from hers though.

So he does have someone else.

"Well, that was very thoughtful of you. You have always been very thoughtful."

"Well, you know I would do anything for you." Blaggghh! I want to throw up.

"Are you busy this weekend?" She pushes his hair out of his face and smiles at him- her big blue eyes sparkling in the lights.

"I was supposed to go to lunch with someone...but they didn't want to go in the first place- so I'll probably be free."

"Well you and Luna should come over. I would love to spend time with my sweet angel."

Excuse the piss out of me!

Her Angel?!

How long has Max been seeing this woman?!

Apparently long enough if this peroxide blonde is calling his daughter her sweet Angel.

"Yeah, she would love to see you- I'm sure." He says and she grabs his left hand.

"You're still wearing your wedding band?" He nods a few times and I can just tell he's uncomfortable. "I thought you said you were ready to take it off now?"

"I am...I just..."

"You need to just take it off and let yourself live Max. You'll never be ready until you do." She sweetly placed her hands on his shoulders and Max just pulls her in for a hug and kisses her left temple. They mumble something to each other and she pecks a kiss his cheek before they part ways.

How...how could he just...

That woman?!

That sexy long legged, big breasted, small arse woman?! Going back around the corner, I feel betrayed. I feel so broken and hurt.

He has a type for sure.

White.

That's his type.

Tall sexy white women with big breasts and an eccentric attitude.

"Helen! Hey! Helen, wait up!" He calls after me and I just keep going because my tears are already falling down my face.

Stop.

Stop.

Stop.

I plead with myself and as I get in the stairwell, I begin hustling up the steps and I don't stop.

I hear the door open below me and his feet pounding on the steps.  Before I can even finish this section of stairs, he's up and in front of me- block my way.