French Heartbreakers

Long Time, No See

Laurent POV:
The moment those words escaped Fiona's lips, I scooted away from her. Fiona kept trying to stay close to me. I stretched my arms out in front of me and yelled,

"Murderer!"
"Baby, I'm sorry." Fiona pleaded.
"I can't believe you hurt my baby." I whimpered.
"Laurent, it's just a car."
"Just a car! If I did this to you; you would be pissed off at me. So, I don't want to hear that!" I yelled.
"I know. If I could take it back, I would. I am so sorry. I love you." Fiona said with a sad face.
"I want details. All of it. How you broke in? Why you did this? And I want to know exactly what you did to my car." I demanded.

Fiona took a deep swallow and glanced down in shame. Then, she began to explain herself.

"A few days ago, I helped Denise and Mya mend their friendship. After they left my house, I was still mad about you cheating on me. So, I decided to go to your house. My original plan was to steal from you. But that changed once I got there. When I arrived at your house, I didn't see any cars in the driveway. So, I assumed nobody was home. As soon as I was about to break into the front door, I remembered the spare key I used last time. The spare key was still there. For some reason the alarm didn't go off. Anyway, I looked around and didn't find anything I wanted to steal. Then, I thought to check the garage. I found your car. As I stood before your car, I became even angrier at you. I took my keys and scratched up the doors. I stabbed the seats with scissors. I saw a tin can on the shelf. I cracked the Windows with it. I was wrong for damaging your car. I am so sorry, baby. You gotta believe me. Please forgive me. I forgave you for the wrong you've done to me."

I took a moment to think about what Fiona said.

"I need you to step out of the room for a moment." I requested without looking at her.
"Okay." Fiona replied with a saddened tone.

She put her clothes on and stepped out of the room. Once Fiona left, I balanced my thoughts on the scales of justice and love. A few minutes later, I opened the door to see Fiona was still there. I stood in the doorway; wearing nothing but my grey sweatpants.

"Come here." I said as I stared into the depths of her eyes.

Fiona came in and leaned against the wall. I stood before her and said,

"I thought about it. And you was right. Two wrongs don't make a right. However, I saved up a lot of money to buy that car. That was my dream car. The only way to make things right is for you to replace the car."
"Consider it done." Fiona replied and smiled.

I passionately kissed her and slid her dress up to her waist. I kneeled down a bit and lifted her up. Her legs opened for me to stand between them. The moment I was gonna pulled out my manhood, there was a loud banging on the door. It was Larry. He yelled,

"We got an hour to be at a the airport! Let's go!"
"Ah, man. I'm about to rock Fiona's world." I whined.
"I don't care if you're about to rock Michael Jackson's world. Let's go!" Larry yelled again.
"Sounds like he's anxious to get back to Mya." Fiona teased and made me laugh.

We got our things together and headed to the airport.

Back in Miami...
Mya's POV:
Once I returned home from a long day at work, my phone ringed. I was happy to see it was my mother, Lisa Harris.

"Hey mom, how you doing?" I asked.
"I'm fine. Where you been? I feel like it's been forever since I last seen you."
"I moved to Miami, found a new job and I'm in love." I answered.