Robert Bailey was known as his father's son. Everyone was constantly comparing him to his dad and I guess he didn't help the fact by making a scene at Dan's wedding. So to save everyone from heartbreak he fled to the army
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Scar's POV "Thanks for picking me up," Evan says. "Who knew that leaving your light on in your car causes a dead battery."
"Everyone," I deadpan. "But it's fine, I was just finishing work anyway."
"To do what?"
I glare at him. "To go look at flowers for YOUR wedding."
He chuckles sheepishly. "Right."
I pull into his driveway and we both get out of my car. I'll ask Stephen if he wants to come.
We get inside and near two male voices coming from the kitchen. I knew Stephen's but not the other.
"He better not be cheating," Evan growls. He storms off to the kitchen and I follow him. I slam into his back as I turn the corner and quickly step to his side and I am met with:
Robert. My Robert.
No not your Robert.
And he's huge now. Not like fat, but all muscle. And he's got a beard going on. Not a Santa Claus beard, a nice trimmed one.
"What are you doing here?" Evan growls. "I don't want you in my house."
Robert clears his throat. "I'm here to make amends."
"I don't want to make amends," Evan snaps. "As you can see, I look a little different because you crushed my fucking face."
"I'm sorry for that," Robert says, peeking a glance at me. "I've recently discovered I have control issues."
Evan scoffs. "What a fucking excuse."
"Evan," I murmur. "Calm down."
"CALM-" He takes a deep breath. "Why aren't you screaming right now?"
Because your brother has gotten hotter and I suddenly don't think I have a tongue.
"Because it was ten years ago," I say instead. "We are better people now."
"He's not," Evan says. "You got kicked out of the army, why?"
"I beat up a guy," Robert answers.
Evan laughs. "Of fucking course you did."
"Evan, he's here isn't he?" Stephen asks. "He's extending the olive branch."
"He has to do more than that to get my forgiveness," Evan growls. Evan storms off and I flinch as I hear the main bedroom door slam shut.
"I better go," Robert mutters. "Thanks for the beer, Stephen."
"Anytime," Stephen chirps.
Robert walks to the door and tingles shoot up my arm as he touches it to get past me.
"He's hot," Stephen comments. "I see why you tapped that."
"He didn't look like that ten years ago," I murmur. "I'm just going to go talk to him."
Stephen smirks and nods and I rush out of the kitchen to follow Robert out the door. He was sitting on the front porch, his head on his phone.
"You need a ride?" I ask him.
He looks back at me and shakes his head. "I'm good."
I fall beside him and he stares ahead, not sparing a glance at me. "You hurt me," I whisper.
His body tenses. "I know."
"You were going to come to Massachusetts with me," I say. "You loved me."
"Yep," is all he says.
"That's all you're going to say?" I growl. "After ten years?"
"Scar," he says. "We've both moved on, let's leave it at that."
Is he serious?
"Fuck you, Robert," I snap. "You should've never come back."
I get to my feet and storm off to my car.
That is the closure I needed
* Okay, it wasn't.
Robert is still in my damn mind and now it's even more. He's hotter now.
He's a man now.
"Help me, Katie," I whine. We were FaceTiming as she was all the way over in Australia.
"I can't help if you don't tell me what's up," she deadpans.
"Robert is back," I murmur. "And he's gotten hotter."
"Ooh what a twist," Katie whispers.
"He didn't even give me an explanation," I say. "Just said we have both moved on and should leave it in the past."
"Ouch," Katie says. "And hear you are just waiting for him to tell you it was a mistake."
"He doesn't think so," I mutter.
"Look just forget about him and have hot sex with Adam," Katie says. "There's your problem solver."
"Yeah, all I need is some good sex," I say. It was always good with Robert. He always seemed to know what he was doing
"Stop thinking about sex with Robert," Katie hisses.
"I am not," I lie.
"Bitch I know you," Katie says.
"Okay, I was," I sigh. "Damnit Katie I'm screwed."
"Yeah you sound like it," Katie says. "Now can I tell you about the awesome Australian men's sex I'm having?"
"Uh please," I giggle.
"His name is Bryan," Katie says. "And he's a physiotherapist."
"So good body," I murmur.
"And he is hung like a horse," Katie says. "And knows how to use it. Well."
"Damn," I say. "Go you."
"Indeed," Katie says. "We also had his friend Jack join the bedroom once."
"You slut," I gasp.
"I can now officially check threesome off my list," Katie says. "And something I want to keep checking again and again and again-"
I laugh. "I get it."
"Did I distract you from your problems?" Katie asks.
