Chapter XIV

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Zayd

The rest of the week passes by us and I can't get my mind off the women I've loved for ten years. Not Morgan. Tris. She's all grown up and looks like a clean, women. She is the one girl I could be myself with. With Morgan, I have to fake everything. Our parents practically planned our wedding since I got out of rehab. My mind always wandered off as to what Tris was doing though. The girl I truly loved.

Our wedding was already in place and if I didn't marry her, all financial support from both our parents were gone. Morgan however was loaded and I wasn't going to do that. She insisted on being a house wife and I graduated just last year to be a chemist and make drugs for pharmacies. You could say I can support myself however, I'm still relying slightly on my parents to pay for the rest of the year. By the end of this year, I should have enough money to pay for my college debt and everything else on my own.

Morgan has no desire for an education and it bothers me. We both need to be working. She loves living off of daddy's money. All though I caught her fooling around on me with my best friend at the time, she made me a promise to not tell her father she was a loyal wife so she could continue to get her needs from him.

She has no life other then me. That was the last time I caught her fooling around on me though. I know Tris would never do that. Is this mentally cheating? I don't think so. I haven't had any desire whatsoever to get into her pants. We're just friends.

Yeah just friends. Nothing more. I sigh and look up to see Morgan has entered the house. She went shopping again. She said she needed an outfit for tonight. I followed her to our bedroom and watched her put on a skimpy, red, off the shoulder, cocktail dress. "You don't plan on getting drunk in front of my childhood best friend do you?" She rolled her eyes. "Oh calm down, Zayd. You barely even know the women. Besides, she's a low life."

I could feel the anger boil in my blood. She places her hand on my chest "Besides" She starts and trails her fingers onto my chest. "Its for us later... if you know what I mean. Its easier for me to get in and out of." She said and started kissing my face.I pull away and grabbed my coat. "Lets go." I open the door for her and she scoffed, exiting the apartment.

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