Open To Love

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢-𝙾𝚗𝚎

∴Zach∴

I hate the fact that I agreed to this.

I hate the fact that I'm so smitten when it comes to Aria. Now look, I've landed myself in a friends-with-benefits situation as if I'm not nearly thirty fucking years old.

And every time we fuck; everytime we're tangled together in my sheets, the more and more I fall for her. I thought it would be alright. I thought it would just be casual and I'd be fine. I was fucking wrong.

And I started to fume when she told me that the man she's married to is Eric. Eric fucking Benson. I put him and Patrick on the same level when it comes to people that annoy me, and I've only met him once.

The one time I met him, was honestly one of the worst. He was smug about everything, he acted like he was better than everyone and that he knew everything, and he was practically trying to shove his head up my father's ass. I'm glad that didn't work out.

To add to his list of multiple problems: he has no respect, and that night I could tell that he was a womanizer. He would chase down all the women at the event, trying to get them to sleep with him. It was disgraceful and embarrassing.

I thought that no woman would ever marry such an ass like him. Especially since he's an exact copy of his father. So you can imagine my surprise when I found out that Aria, that sweet precious angel, is married to Eric.

How on earth did he get Aria? He had to pick the purest and most perfect human being to marry. She doesn't deserve to be with such a horrible man like him. I just know he's treating her poorly, I can feel it.

I know this because he didn't allow her to go to college. Who does that?

I would want Aria to have only the best; I would give her on the best. I know I said that I just want to focus on work and I don't need any distractions, but Aria is the best distraction a man could ever have. I like her voice, her smile, her laugh, her brain, her scent, her hair. I like her.

I'm falling for a married woman and it might end up ruining my life. She has me in some sort of chokehold that I don't want to get out off. I want more than sex, I want more than just a friendship from her.

I bring my empty suitcase out. I need to pack to head to Los Angeles for that meeting with mister Emerson. I've prepped myself for this for so long. This could make or break my future.

I retrieve my phone from my pocket when I feel it vibrate and it's a message from my dad.

Patrick is tagging along with you.

"Fuck no," I grumble and immediately dial his number. He must be on crack if he thinks I am going to go to this important meeting with Patrick.

He picks up and I immediately start to yell. "What the fuck dad? Why would you allow Patrick to come when I'm the one representing the company?"

He sighs on the other end. "It's all just for safety measures. You never know if something wrong might end up happening."

I squeeze my phone in my hand, holding back just a little in case my phone breaks. "Nothing is going to happen. Why can't you have faith in me?"

"I don't have time for your whining. You're going with Patrick and that's final." He hangs up on me. Not even letting me get one final word in.