Forbidden Fantasies

Chapter Twenty-One

"What the fuck are you doing here Charlie?" I did nothing to hide the disgust in my voice.

"What are you talking about? This is my house, too. I've come home. Didn't you miss me?"

Is he fucking serious?

"You mean do I miss the man that fucked my sister? No. No, I don't."

I went to slam the door in his face but he stuck his foot out just in time, stopping it suddenly.

"Abigail. Please. I know what I did was fucking stupid. But can we please talk? I need your help." His voice was so soft and it almost made me feel bad. Almost.

"Charlie, I have absolutely nothing to say to you except 'get the fuck off of my doorstep.'" My voice was harsh and emotionless. But I truly felt nothing for this man anymore. I used to be head of heels in love with him. Then I hated him with every fiber of my being. But looking at him right now, I am glad that I feel nothing.

"I deserve that. I know that I do. But I'm not going anywhere until you hear me out." He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at me. I could tell that he was being serious. Fuck.

"Ugh. Fine. You can come in. But you have about ten seconds to explain yourself before I'm kicking your ass out." I moved to the side and allowed Charlie to step into my living room. I closed the door behind him, then turned to him, folding my arms across my chest, mirroring him. "Start talking."

He cleared his throat before speaking.

"Look, Abigail. I know that what I did was unforgivable and so I'm not asking you to forgive me. But I am asking you to hear me out. I was completely out of my mind that night. I was drunk off my ass and I came to the house looking for you. You and your sister just look so much alike that in my state, I didn't know what I was doing. As soon as I saw you walk in, I knew I'd fucked up and I could never forgive myself for betraying you like that."

He took a deep breath before continuing.

"I know that it was you that turned me into the dean and I'm really glad that you did. I had thought at the time that you ruined my life and I fucking hated you for it, but I deserved everything that you did. And honestly, I deserved worse. I lost myself after you left me. I never realized how much I loved you until I no longer had you. I swore to myself that I would do everything in my power to win you back and so for the past year, I have really been getting my life together. I've been working on becoming the man that you need. The man that you deserve. The man that I never was."

"Charlie, stop. You will never be that man. I've moved on and I think you need to as well."

"Except, I don't think you've actually moved on."

Excuse me? What the fuck?

"And how the fuck would you know if I have or haven't?" I spit my words out at him.

He pulled a piece of paper out of his back pocket and gave it to me.

He stared at me as I unfolded it. My eyes scanned the page. It was a copy of the deed to my house.

"What the fuck? How do you have this?" 

"Read the bottom."

My eyes trailed to the bottom to the page and my heart stopped. Son of a bitch.

"You never took my name off the deed to this house. This is still our house." 

I couldn't hear anything over the blood pounding in my head. I felt the room closing in on me and it became increasingly harder to breath. I meant to take him off before I moved in, but in all the chaos, it must have slipped my mind.