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(2) Over-stepping

"Hey." Tristan greeted and I smiled lightly setting my purse on my chair, I felt a heated gaze on my back but I ignored it as I turned to the two men.

Spencer stood next to my husband with the same broad shoulders and tall frame but he had brown hair with a blond curly mop at the top and blue eyes. His jaw was more defined and he was shaved unlike Tristan who's jaw was lightly coated with a shadow of a black beard. I licked my lips before leaning against the work table.

"What are you guys up too?" I asked. I refused to look at Spencer but he stared at me, his gaze was burning a hole right though my cheek.

"Just waiting for the boss. Spencer was here when I got here said he was asked to come here." Tristan explained just as the forty-year old man walked into the office. His suit was perfectly tailored to fit his chunky exterior.

"Glad to see you guys have met the new recruit." Harley said and I gulped looking down. Spencer was the new recruit? Why did the universe hate me. "Mr. Davis will be overlooking all the structural designs and make sure that they are doing well."

"So he's our boss?" Tristan asked. Now I work for my dirty mistress? I think I'm gonna just crawl into the cement pile and rot.

"Is that a problem?" Harley asked and Tristan quickly shook his head. Harley explained how everything would go and instructed me to show Spencer around the site while he and Tristan went over the guest house floor plan.

As soon as they stepped outside and we were walking down the unfinished hall way I spoke. "You stupid asshole." I ground out.

"I didn't know it would he the exact site you and Mr. Perfect worked at." He shot back and I narrowed my eyes at him before turning my head back forward.

"You have no sense at all." I spoke my head and he chuckled dryly.
"I've been sleeping with a married woman for a year, of course I'm senseless." He said loudly as Timber, one of the workers who was also Tristan's friend walked by. He looked at us and stopped, planting a smirk on his face.

"Long time no see, Bell." He said and I nodded pasting a smile on my face.

"Been busy." I chuckled and his brown eyes twinkled as they looked between me and Spencer.

"Stay out of trouble, Bell." He said as he eyed Spencer. Timber had charcoal hair just like Tristan but his was longer and in a braid constantly. His skin was pasty and currently covered in paint but he still managed to look yummy. He walked away and I turned to Spencer.

"You need to learn how to keep that stupid mouth of yours shut." I snarled.

"This mouth wasn't so stupid when my head was —" I slapped my hand over his mouth before he could continue and pushed him into one of the finished rooms, I shut the door and turned to him.

"This is my work place, Spencer! The only place I can go where I don't have to sneak around with you or pretend to be in love with my husband." I whisper yelled and he narrowed his eyes at me just as we heard Timber's voice and Tristan's voice.

"Your wife is such a beauty man." Timber said and I couldn't help but mutter a thank you.

"On the outside, yes." Tristan said and I heard the footsteps stop about a foot away from the room.

"What aren't you telling me?" Timber inquired and Tristan sighed.

"She's cheating on me..." His voice cracked and I sunk down against the wall quietly. I felt my heart shatter as those words left his mouth.

"Fuck. Do you know who it is?" Timber asked and Tristan let out a puff of air.

"No and I don't know if I can handle that. Knowing who has been pleasuring my wife behind my back would just kill me and it pains me to say but I want her to be with whoever it is." Tristan's words rang through my ears and I leaned my head against the wall closing my eyes. The tears threaten to fall over but I refuse to let anyone see me cry.

"You can't do that to yourself. I can tell how much you love her and that's enough for you guys to work through this." Timber said and I stood up shaking myself out. I couldn't cry, not here.

"I'm giving her a little time to figure out what she wants. To fall in love with me again because truth be told I need that time too." I turned to Spencer as Tristan was talking and motioned for him to do something. He walked to the door and hit in all the right spots for a structure review.

"I think this could use less beams because you see that the hinges are about to pop under the pressure." He said and I silently thanked him. He stepped out of the room looking to the left. "Hey man."

I stepped out after him, pretending to look at the door.

"The client wants the door to be firm." Tristan said as he stared at me. I looked at him then down, I saw the tears in his eyes and I couldn't bare it. I muttered a goodbye and walked down the hallway, eventually the hallway ended because it wasn't finished and I ended up walking on on the clear tarp. My flats dug into the grass underneath and I sat down at one of the work benches sighing heavily.

Tristan appeared in the hallway and he looked at me before walking up and taking a seat. "I want this to work." He muttered and I choked back my tears as I looked at the floor plan on the table.

"I'm a horrible person." I sobbed lowly and he reached for my hand.

"I think that us living in the same house is a bad idea during this time." He said after a minute. His strong fingers rubbed circles on my hand and I sighed.

"Where are you going to go?" I asked finally meeting his eyes. They we're filled with so much emotion that it pained me to look into them but I did.

"I don't think you should know that. I want you to think of this as us restarting and dating each other again. After a week  meet me in the park at noon for a picnic." He stood up and I followed his actions and he stared at me.

"I don't know if I can do this." I sniffed and he put his hands in his pants pockets.

"Do it for me. For the time we have spent together." He pleaded. "Don't give up on the history because you want the happiness. Do this for me, Arabella."

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