One Last Time

Chapter XVI

Zayd

That took a lot of fucking guts to do what I did two nights ago. I can't believe I actually said and did that. Lean in and kiss her cheek. What the hell was I thinking? I'm gonna be a married man here soon and yet here I am, still missing and longing for my high school sweetheart. This isn't right. I was supposed to marry her. The loyal, sweet, girl who I danced with and held as she had nightmares. Yeah, that's not something we liked talking about to say the least.

It still hurts to know I can't have the girl I've missed in my embrace for so long and she's literally right next door. It breaks my heart but, I know I have to do this for my family. Family isn't always blood but, my job is helping. I'm almost done and the minute I'm done, I'm divorcing her ass and leaving her in the rain. Morgan is not someone I want to spend the rest of my life with. She hates children, she hates animals, she hates everything that's not a dick and some cash. She should just be prostitute. Oh wait, she already is.

I pack up my stuff from work and head home. I drive in the rain. Tris's favorite type of weather. She always told me that she wanted to see the ocean while it rained. That was her dying wish and of course to get married to me. The last one will happen if it's the last thing I do. I promise you that.

You have no idea how much I missed seeing her. Her face is just so majestic. Is it bad that I'm thinking of another women? Yes. Do I care considering my fiancé cheats on me constantly? No. Fair is fair. I walk upstairs to our new home, tempted to knock on Tris's and stay there for the night, holding her, kissing her, stroking her hair like we did so many years ago.

I open the door and hear muffled moans. I would place my case down and barge into my bedroom where I see my soon to be wife on top of another guy. I bang on the door. "Get the fuck out! Now! I'm not fucking around!" The man scurries to grab his clothing and dips. I look at Morgan and just shake my head.

I cant even explain how mad I am so, there I go. Outside to the balcony where I see her writing. She was so beautiful as she was in thought. I just wish things were different.