My Enemies Brother

50. I can't

Okay so, apparently some people think that Harding and Scarlett slept together or say we have a special connection.

Let me put those ideas to rest.
The only 'connection' they have is that they love the same person. They NEVER slept together. NEVER. So, Scarlett's baby couldn't have been his. It was Michael's, he just doesn't know she was pregnant or had a miscarriage.

The only reason Hardin knows is because he was confronting her.

I'm sorry if that wasn't clear.

I will be rewriting the last chapter when I have enough time, so I don't have to rush it again.

Now, here's the chapter!

Tessa's POV:

He doesn't say anything he just looks upset. But he puts a fake smile on his face and starts to walk towards me.

"Hey baby," he says fake excitedly. He tries to hug me but I keep him at arms length. His face falls into a frown but covers it up quickly.

"You didn't answer my question," I remind him. "What happened in here?" I ask him again.

He sighs sadly. "Nothing Tess," he tells me. I can tell that he's lying. I want to believe him because I can't imagine either on of them doing anything to hurt me. But I can't shake this feeling that something bad did happen. I just don't know what.

Or if it's even what I'm thinking.

"Hardin I know your lying just tell me," I tell him.

He sighs again. "It's nothing, really. She just need to get something off her her chest. That's all," he tells me seriously.

I believe him. Sorta.

"Something she couldn't just tell me?" My arms are still crossed.

I mean, I know I've been stressed out lately but she knows she can tell me anything. No matter what.

"She doesn't want you to worry," he tells me. "You've been so worried about things lately." He walks up to me and puts his hand on the length of my neck. I look into his eyes. I breath in his scent. "She just doesn't want you to have anymore stress added on to you," he tells me.

This time, I believe him completely. I think.

I mean. I have been really stressed out all week so I get why she wouldn't want to confide in me. Maybe I'm just over thinking this because I'm tired, or overwhelmed, or something. I just want to sleep.

"Okay," I tell him. "I believe you." A real smile appears on his face. One appears on mine too.

I love his smile.

He bends down and kisses me passionately. We sigh into each others mouths. He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer.

I missed him so much.

We pull our lips away, our foreheads touch. He inhales my scent. "Lets get you to bed," he says to me.

As I'm about to agree, memories of the last eighteenth hours reflourish through my mind. "I need to shower first.

He nods understandably. "Lets get you into your bathroom," he hums. He picks me up, my legs instantly wrap around his torso.

He walks to my bathroom and sits me on the counter. While he turns on the shower, I start to undress.

I've already taken off my shirt and bra, when Hardin turned back around.

His eyes trail down my chest. He sees the bruises from earlier. "Baby," he whispers sympathetically. Hardin walks over to me and kisses them.

I run my fingers through his hair as he softly kisses the bruises they left behind. He continues to kiss them as he unbuttons my pants to finish getting me undressed.

You would think this is sexual but it's not. It's sweet. He's trying to replace the pain I felt, with pleasure.

He sets me on the ground so he can take of the other half of my clothing. Since my shoes are downstairs, he just takes those off me. Then he puts me into the shower, with the water not boiling hot but just right.

When be turns to leave I grab his hand and ask him to join me. He jumps at the chance and gets undressed himself before joining me.

As he is undressing I step under the water, which feels amazing. I grab the soap and start to srub my body.

As I feel tears well up in my eyes as I start to wash my upper half where all my bruises are when Hardin joins me in the shower. Seeing my distress he takes the cloth away from me and cleans me himself.

Once we are both clean we get out and dry off. We both get dressed, me wearing his shirt with a pair of sweat pants and him wearing boxers with sweats also. After telling my mom we're going to sleep, we get under the covers and fall asleep in each other's arms.

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I hope the A/N at the top explains almost everything that confused yall

If you have any questions let me know :)

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