All I Want

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I walked over to the working mechanics. One of them gazed away from the inside of the car and looked at me. His face was the way Harold's usually was, black spots everywhere and sweat dripping down. I searched for Harold, but he was nowhere to be seen. Johnny was nowhere too.

"Excuse me, where's Harold?" I asked on of them, specifically the one who left his chores to gaze at me.

"Oh you're Harold's girl," He pressed his lips together. "Didn't he tell you?" I furrowed my eyebrows at him, confused. I looked around, everyone was looking at me. 

"Tell me what?" He looked down at his hands. I did too. He was cleaning them up. "Tell me what?" I asked again. 

"Let's talk over there," He pointed at the entrance. My car was near so I followed him. My heart was pounding. We arrived. "I hate to tell you this, the right thing-"

"Yeah," I interrupted. "I know what the right thing should be. He should've told me whatever it is that you are about to tell me." I chuckled, nervously. 

"He moved away, I wish I could tell you where, but he didn't tell us. It was out of nowhere and we actually discussed it a day before he left. He wants you to have a normal life, no secrets." He explained. 

"Oh," I looked down. "So, you do know I was cheating on my fiancé with Harold?" He nodded, shyly. "You know?" I started to sob. "I know it was wrong, but I need him more than ever. Apparently we were being spied on the entire time. I just wanted to let him know that," I sniffled. "If you talk to him, please tell him that I'm really sorry he had to move away. You know what?" I took a deep breath. "Don't tell him anything. This is definitely sign. I should let him move on. Thank you for telling me," He offered me a warm smile. "What's your name?" 

"Armando," He extended his hand and immediately took the act back. "My hands are dirty." We both chuckled. 

"Nice to meet you." He nodded and walked away from me. I got in the car and took myself a moment before driving. I wanted to confront Conor and that's all I could think about. Mostly because he spied on me. He paid someone to take pictures of me. I guess I deserved it, but I had to confront him and as I thought about a thousand different ways this whole situation could go, I found myself right in front of his house. I unbuckled my seat belt and got out of the car.

"Miss Taylor, it's been long. We haven't seen you around much." David, the family's driver spoke. I offered him a warm smile. 

"It's nice to see you David, is my boyfriend home?" He nodded.

"I think he's in the study with a sales person, a woman. Arrogant." We both chuckled. I slightly touched his arm and headed inside. I walked over to the study and as I got closer I could hear a strange noise. My mind started to create scenarios. I opened the door and found the arrogant sales person bent over the table, her breasts against the wood, skirt up and my lovely fiancé inside of her. I stood there in awe and the second they saw me, their positioned became another one. 

"Taylor." He spoke. He put his hand over something I've already seen before and she put on her shirt. I crossed my arms and stare at how he couldn't keep his eyes away from her as she dressed up. She looked at me and I didn't dare to unlock my stare from hers. 

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked before she got out. Her hair was a mess, but right now was going to get messier. "Did you enjoy it?" I asked Conor, giving power to the you word. 

"The fact you're still undressed baffles me. No, you know what baffles? You. You are pathetic and I hate you so so much."

"Oh come on Taylor." He rolled his eyes. He walked toward the couch, naked. He took a throw pillow and placed it where it was supposed to be covered. I was still standing up, looking at him. I was angry and I wanted to call of this entire wedding. Right now, I couldn't care about anything else.

"What? Please explain." I wasn't talking about the Pornhub situation about a minute ago. 

"You deserve it. You are incredible. You can't talk about being faithful when you were fooling around with Harold. You're lucky I'm not calling off this wedding and sending your dad to prison." 

"Do it Conor, do it!" I exclaimed. "You spied on me! You fucking spied on me!"

"Your mother did, she sent me those pictures the night before our lunch. You know why I arrived so happy at lunch? It's because I did what you did to me. I made you wait because someone else was willing to give me what I wanted. Denise is marvelous, way better than you."

"I don't care, I don't even look at you that way. I just can't believe how far you both took this." I took a deep breath.

"I sent people to look for him at work, but apparently he's gone and no one knows where."

"I don't know either, I just found out about it minutes ago," He chuckled. "If you don't love me and have no interest in me, in no way, why don't you let me go?"

"Because I want your life to be miserable. I was dying to marry you, three days ago, but now," He smiled. "I want you to feel like crap for the rest of your life. All I've ever done is love you and here's the deal-"

"Conor, you're pathetic." I interrupted. He stood up, throw pillow was thrown away. 

"We're going to get married and I'm going to do whatever I want. You and I will only have sex when I say so-"

"What?" I scoffed. A chuckle came out of my lips right after. "You seriously think I would want to have sex with you?" I let a loud laugh come out of my lips. He slapped me. It hurt, but not enough to break me down.

"You won't get out of the house unless it's a party, because, you know, we have to keep appearances. At the wedding you'll be on your best behavior, because listen Taylor, if you don't I swear I'll make your dad rot in prison." He threatened, but it didn't scare me at all. He walked away and dressed up. I stood there, thinking. I was really alone, not even my mom was on my side.