Taken by the Gang leader

Two apologies one nice Cecelia

Cecelia-

I dry off from the jacuzzi and head upstairs to take a shower.

I fling open the door and stop in my tracks.

Hundreds of shopping bags piled all over my room.

I walk in and find a card on my bed.

"Sorry I'm an asshat." It reads in his slanted handwriting.

I smile down at the letter in my hands and suddenly a wave of guilt passes over me.

I shouldn't have treated him so badly in front of everyone.

The tears of joy that brimmed my eyes minutes ago turned to tears of shame.

I run to his room and pound on the door.

"Wren, please open up." I say.

The door flies open and I take in a shirtless Wren.

"Are you busy?" I ask as the tears start to fall.

He pulls me in his room and shuts the door.

We sit on his bed and I cry into my hands.

I feel him sit akwardly beside me.

"Now would be a good time to hug me." I suggest through tears.

He takes my suggestion and hold me until my tears stop.

"What's wrong?" He asks, peering at me worriedly.

"I treated you so badly today, you didn't deserve that. You didn't deserve to be disrespected in front of your boys." I sniffle.

"I know." He laughs.

"Fuck you, you deserved a little bit." I say laughing a bit.

"I messed up, I'm sorry." He says into my hair and I smile, maybe he deserves the nice Cecelia again.

"Can I sleep in here?" I ask softly. "Why?" He counters, suspiciously.

"My room is too full of stuff for me to me to sleep in there." I complain and he laughs.

"I thought you'd like the gesture."

"Don't get me wrong- I love it- but I can't accept all of that stuff. It must've cost a ton of money and you shouldn't spend on me." I reason.

"You can and will accept it I want to spend my money on you, I bought it for you. You're gonna run out of clothes if all you have is that one little duffle. And that is final." He states.

I gingerly accept and nod into his chest.

He smells like a fancy cologne that I can't quite name.

Regardless, I like it.