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Narrator's P.O.V -

Bottle after bottle after bottle, Seth drank away his sorrow with the golden liquid that he believed to be the only thing left.

He ignored the concern of his two dear friends who want nothing more than to help him, his excuses save him from their attempts.

"I'm tired today."

"I don't feel up to going out."

"I have plans."

Plans he had indeed. Plans to consume a full bottle of bourbon and then some in only one sitting.

Plans to curse himself for messing up his one chance, and plans to drink himself in to oblivion until the Seth Rollins we once knew became mere ashes blown away in the wind because of his golden liquid and his magenta memories...

Baron's P.O.V -

After our very... heated shower, Mercedes finished dinner and served me a course of quinoa salad with baby potatoes on the side and a nice glass of chilled pink wine, Stinson Vineyards Rosè to be exact, a personal favorite of mine.

What the fuck am I, a wine expert?

No but you are an alcohol expert.

I roll my eyes and watch as Sasha clears the dishes in her thin silk robe.

Fuck.

She's naked under that.

The thought makes me smirk.

Sir is pleased.

She begins washing our dirty silverware, her back to my front, and I watch her from a distance seated at the kitchen island.

Her flowing magenta hair falls down her back as I've made her take it down.

How I'd love to wrap it in my hands while I-

Anyways...

Her tan legs peek out from her silky robe and images of them wrapped around me awaken my libido.

Mmm.

I can't wait until the day we have sex again, time is ticking.

Yes, I do enjoy the foreplay, but I'm aching to slide myself inside of her warm heat, I miss it.

Don't get me wrong, blowjobs and grinding are pretty sufficient for me- but god now that she's wearing all those sexy clothes in her closet, I want more- I need more.

But we are doing this on her terms now so we can take it slow, I don't mind.

For now.

I roll my eyes at my inner thoughts and continue to gaze at Mercedes's perfectly shaped body.

This is working out Corbin.

Yeah yeah, the whole relationship thing isn't all that bad.

I hope she's happy, I hope this isn't all an act.

Probably is, she's said she hated you before.

Wonder why...

"Fuck." I hiss out angrily.

She turns around and places the pot back in the sink.

"Are you okay?"

Relax baby...