The Aftermath

Chapter 44

Riley's POV

I was lying in bed with Damien. After I rejected his attempt to be intimate with me, he hasn't really said much.

"Damien?" I say, turning in his direction.

"Hm?" He mumbles, turning so we were facing each other.

"I need to talk to you about something." I state.

"Alright. What do you want to talk about?" He sighs.

"I don't like the way you treat my daughter." I tel him.

"What's wrong with the way I treat Addison?" He questions.

"You don't care about her for one! She was pretty upset when you wouldn't read to her." I tell him.

"Look, kids are just not my thing. All of this is new to me. The whole, constant babysitting thing." He explains.

"Well if you want this relationship, you're going to have to get used to it." I tell him sternly.

"But-"

"There are no 'but's' Damien. You need to realize that Addison comes first, and will always come first. And if you want to come a close second, you're going to have to smarten up. Because I will get rid of a pretty quick boyfriend before I even think of getting rid of my daughter." I tell him. He looks shocked. He opened his mouth to respond, but we heard the door freak open. I craned my neck to look at the door, where Addison was standing.

"Mommy?" She says, rubbing her eyes tiredly.

"What's wrong hun?" I ask.

"I can't sleep. Can you sleep with me?" She asks.

"Okay. Just go back to bed and I'll be right there." I reply. She leave the room, quietly shutting the door behind her.

"I'm going in Addison's room for the night. I'm not sure if you heard that since you seem to mute out everything that she says." I growl.

"I heard what she said." He sighs.

"Good. Maybe you can use this time alone to think of ways to be less selfish." I snap before going out to Addison's room.

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James's POV

I was just looking through my old phone that still had all the pictures and videos of Riley and I on it together.

I have been spending a lot of time alone by myself lately, just thinking of Riley.

There are some times when I would just give anything to hear her laugh like when we were alone, just messing around together. And other times I just have the urge to kiss her and touch her again. Some nights I have dreams of us together. Some are cute, romantic. Other times they can get pretty hot and sexual. Almost like clips of the our first time together in the hotel room. I usually wake up hot and sweaty, but when I realize it was just a dream, I'm left feeling disappointed and craving Riley more than ever.

I grabbed the my old yearbook, the one that Addison and I were looking through, and flipped through the pages. First I came across the picture of Riley and I, Riley wearing my hoodie. I look at the hoodie closely, and realize that I still have the hoodie, hung up in the back of my closet.

Then I turned to the page of Riley and I kissing. Even though he lips were attached to mine, I could see how happy she was. The way she gripped onto my neck in the picture, how by looking closely, you can see her smiling into the kiss. The picture was taken just a half hour before she found about the bet.