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Chapter 15: Ex

George POV.

“I’d like to be home by 4pm so I can have a sleep before work.” I explained. “But since we’ve got over two hours until then how about we just wander? See if anything catches our attention?” It seemed that Clay liked that suggestion and so I nodded, responding with a ‘sounds nice’ as I took his hand in mine so that we could walk together.

We hadn’t even gone five steps before I heard a chilling voice. “Hello Clay,” a venomous feminine voice greeted. “It’s been a while since I’ve gotten to see you, hasn’t it?” I turned to see a woman with black hair and deep blue eyes smiling deviously at the pair of us, and I noticed the way that Clay tensed up when he saw her.

“Ooh and who’s this?” She cooed, an unnerving smile appearing on her face as she looked at me. I took a small step away from her as she looked at me before taking a deep breath.
“I’m George,” I greeted, attempting not to be rude because I didn’t know why Clay seemed to not like her.

“I recognise you from last night.” She grinned. “You were Clay’s date. I do have to say that he has downgraded over time.”
“What are you talking about? Who even are you?” I glanced over at the blond but he just continued to glower at the woman.

“My name is Monica Clearwaters. I am Clay’s ex fiance.” She explained. “We were one of Hollywood's most adored couples, until Clay found out I was pregnant and we broke up.” A pout was visible on her face as she said that and I instantly felt pity.

I shot Clay a look. “You broke up with her when you found out she was pregnant?” I felt annoyed with him because of that story, but the blond was quick to respond.
“I did, because I found out that she was cheating on me and it wasn’t my baby that she was having.” He responded, glaring at his ravenette ex.

“You lying piece of shit.” She growled. “Is that what you’ve been telling people? You have no proof that I cheated on you, you just didn’t want to start a family.”
“I caught you having sex in our bed with another man. What was I supposed to think?”

People were beginning to give us weird looks and so I grabbed Clay’s arm gently. “Could we take this outside where there are less people around?” I asked both of them, but the woman only scoffed at me.
“Why? Don’t want your boyfriend's public image to be ruined?” Monica sneered.

I didn’t respond to her and just looked up at Clay, who moved his hand to hold mine. “If you want to keep yelling at me then do it outside. The two of us are just trying to spend a nice day together, and you being around ruins it.” Once again Monica scoffed, but diverted her attention away from the blond, instead focusing on me.

“So, how long have you two been together?” She asked, refusing to acknowledge the blond and what he wanted. “You have a British accent and he’s only been here for three months so it can’t be that long.”
“Yesterday was our first date.” I informed her.

“Aww. So was that emerald necklace he won for you?” The ravenette faked an adoring face as I spoke. “I thought that he wanted to gift it to me as an apology.”
“If anyone deserves an apology it’s me.” The blond murmured, but she once again ignored what he was saying.

“He and I would always give each other expensive gifts.” She practically moaned out, which made me take a small step away from her again. “He’d spoil me with expensive trips, fancy dinners, and big parties, does he do that sort of stuff for you?”

I moved to answer but she continued. “And I haven’t seen you mentioned once on his Twitter or his Instagram. Whereas every time something important happened I was mentioned. Our first date, our engagement, our birthdays, our Christmases, and my pregnancy. You haven’t been mentioned once, so you must be some whore he doesn’t want the world to know about.”

“He’s not a fucking whore!” Clay growled in a voice so deep that it made me tense up and shuffle slightly closer to him. “You are the one who is a whore because you seem to open your legs to every guy who comes within ten feet from you. Do you even know who your baby’s father is yet?”

“Of course Dreamy, it’s you.” She spoke, softening her voice and attempting to move forward to put her hand on his arm. He took a step back as she did, making sure they kept their distance from one another. She seemed to not care as she went on to explain. "He has your blond hair, and my blue eyes, and your beautiful freckles."

"Give me the fucking DNA test and then I'll give a shit about this, but until then I will not, but I'll never give a shit about you. Until then leave me and George alone or I will get a restraining order." He growled, then with kind movements that completely contrasted to his words he took my hand and began walking off.

We just kept walking away from Monica while she yelled, and the blond's hand moved to rest on my back. The two of us just walked out of the mall before he looked over at me apologetically. "I'm sorry about her." He muttered. "She always was insane."
"It's fine." I responded. "I know that you can't control her."

"It ruined the afternoon though. Monica always appears and tries to drive my friends and family away from me before attempting to control my life." Clay explained. "She's done it before and she'll do it again."

We climbed into the car and I looked over at him. "What about her kid though? What if he really is yours?" I couldn’t help but wonder.
"If he is mine then I'll love him and raise him, regardless of how my relationship with his mother is, but I won't do shit with her."

"That's nice of you." I hummed and a loving look appeared on Clay's face as he looked over at me. For a moment we just stared at each other, care for one another visible in our eyes. My hand moved to hold his. We looked into each other’s eyes, and I wanted to say something to him, but I didn’t.

“Do you want to go back to my house and play some board games?” I eventually offered, and I couldn’t help but notice the way his mood shifted to a much happier one at the offer.
“That’ll be nice.” He responded, moving his hand off of mine and going to start the car. “Thanks George, you seem to always know how to make me feel better.”

I laughed softly. “I’ve only known you for a week, Clay.” I reminded him.
“And that’s why it’s so effortlessly impressive.” He responded. “You truly are one of the best things that has happened to me, although it may be too soon to actually say it.” I let out an ‘aww’ at his words before he started driving, but I knew I’d tease him about this on the way home.
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George could become a stepparent... Hopefully he doesn't get stuck in the washing machine...

That'll be another place Ezra could right about, along with in a car like has been requested. Anything else to ask or request for while we are here making lists?