Desperate Affairs

It's Time

Summary: The time that reader was going to leave Andy

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit language, mentions of abuse, drug use (cocaine), mentions of rehab, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.1K

Looking at yourself in the mirror, wrapped in nothing but a towel, and thinking of how beyond tired you are of this constant back and forth with Andy. Waking up with a tender rear, only to have Andy be the most kind he had been in a while, for a week later he got stressed at work, and his irritable self returned. Your finger circles around your ring, playing with the dainty little diamond that you feel sealed your faith.

Andy walks into the bathroom, giving you a kiss to your exposed shoulder, "How about tonight we do something special? We'll go to that restaurant you've been wanting to visit for some time. How does that sound?"

Looking at his reflection in the mirror you give him a weak smile, "Yeah, sounds good."

"Thought you'd be more excited. I said I was sorry. Just been stressed at work."

Turning around to look at you him, your hand grazes over his fluffy beard, "I'm sorry. I'm just tired. You kept me up late."

"It's okay, honey. How about you make me some coffee while I get dressed. Keep the towel on."

When Andy leaves, you've made up your mind. Grabbing a suitcase you pack a small amount of clothes, looking back down at your ring, you give it one final look before taking it off and laying it on the table by Andy's side of the bed. Not bothering to leave a note of where you're at you head to that townhouse on the outskirts of town. Almost having a panic attack at how crazy this all is, but at the same time having a calmness surrounding your decision.

When you arrive, you don't want to hesitate, you have wasted enough time denying how much you actually loved Ransom. Couldn't even get him out of your mind to the point where you had envisioned sex with him, when you were having sex with Andy. And even thinking about a future with him, marriage and kids. You had reached the point of wanting to push kids out of your future, because you didn't want children with Andy.

When you arrived to the townhouse, you quietly opened the door, thinking Ransom might not be awake, and seeing his shadow in the living room excited you, until you saw him bent over the coffee table. Snorting up a line of cocaine, when he notices you. He wipes at his nose, sucking up as much of the residue as possible, and you glance down and see how many lines he had planned on using.

"Kitten," he sniffs, "What are you doing here?" he follows your gaze to the mirror on the table, "Oh, it's not what it looks like, well it is, but...I just needed something to take the edge off. I missed you, apparently you missed me...I mean my cock. I thought Andy was in town?" he continues to ramble when he walks up to you, finally noticing your misty eyes. "What's wrong?"

Pulling up your hands to hold in his own, he pauses, before looking down at your left hand, his finger circles around on your ring finger, "What's going on?" he smiles up at you. "Where's your ring?"

"It's getting cleaned," you lie. Feeling like an idiot for thinking this was a good idea, you look away from him, his hand comes up to pet at your cheeks, and you jerk away from him, not wanting to see this tender side of Ransom. Not wanting to believe that this could be real life.

"What, um...what's going on? Are you okay," wiping at his nose, he sniffles a bit more. Your eyesight moves back to the untouched lines.

"I need...I gotta go. I'm sorry," you spin out of his embrace, heading towards the door.

Ransom looks back at the party drugs, not missing how you hadn't acted right since seeing it, "Kitten, is...I mean, did he leave town again?"

"No. I was going...I needed to tell you something. Doesn't seem important anymore. I'll call you when he leaves next."

"But you're here now. He's at work or you wouldn't be here. Just stay for a while. We could spend the day together, watch movies, whatever."

"No, you look busy. I'll call you before I come by next time," you don't look at those deep blue eyes again, just walk outside. Getting in your car, you allow the tears to fall before driving off.

Ransom watches your car retreat down his driveway before going back to the lines still left, his hand slings the mirror to the wall, "Son of a bitch!" he screams at no one. Looking at the remaining baggy full of the powder. Stomping to the bathroom before he flushes the blow. Picking up his phone he calls Harlan, "I need an um...need to go to..."

"Rehab?"

"Yeah."

"Come by the estate, we need to talk."

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"What makes you want to go to rehab?"

"It's time," Ransom refuses to look Harlan in the eyes.

"What else?" Ransom quickly shakes his head no, not willing to admit that it's more than just being time. "She caught your little habit, huh?" rolling his eyes up, he finally looks at Harlan. "What does it matter? She's just having an affair, regardless of how you feel."

"Do you think this is easy for me? She showed up at my house without her ring. I saw her crying in her car when she left. What if...I think she was willing to leave him, and then...I ruined it."

Harlan deeply breathes, "If she showed up because she was willing to leave Andy, she would be more apt to leave him, if you became the man she deserves," Ransom grits his teeth, his jaw pulsates, and his brows scrunch up. "Prove her wrong. You know, should things work out between you two, you have children, I have wanted to leave you the house."

"I don't want the house. I want her."

"So, if I offered you more money for your inheritance?"

"You're trying to buy me? If I can't have her the right way, I don't want her."

Harlan stands tapping his shoulder, "Good job. Then, you work hard, and you get her. I'll get the number of the rehab that I went to. Go pack."