Unfinished Business (Smut)

Chapter One

I felt the phone slip on of my hand and I heard it bounce off the hardwood floor. I couldn't process what I had just heard. One of my former best friends, someone I had shared my entire childhood with was gone. Claire had been the sweetest and most innocent from my childhood friends by far. She was always our voice of reason. In an instant her life had been stolen from her. A drunk driver had crossed into her lane going around a curve and she never had a chance. They said the head on collision had killed her instantly but that gave me little comfort. Claire and I hadn't spoken in a few months. The last time I had seen her was while I had been in town visiting my parents who were attending a benefit for a man who had lost everything he had in a house fire earlier in the year that she was hosting. She was always doing everything she could for others and now she was just gone.

I gathered myself as I called my sister to tell her the news. She wasn't nearly as close as I had been with Claire but she was one of my only friends that my sister considered her friend as well. We talked for nearly an hour crying and reminiscing about what a great person Claire was. When we finally hung up I gathered my things and headed to my room to begin packing. My hometown was quite a drive from my current home. It would probably take me more than 8 hours to make the trip from Virginia to Indiana. I quickly packed my bags so that I could leave the next morning. 

As my alarm clock blared in my ear, I attempted to swat at the snooze button. I was unsuccessful and eventually sat up to turn the alarm off. I sleepily made my way to the kitchen and grabbed my coffee from the cabinet and began the process to get the coffee pot going. As the coffee pot grumbled to a start I made my way to the shower. I jumped into the warm water and quickly scrubbed myself clean. I turned the water off and grabbed my robe and a towel for my hair and headed out of the bathroom.  I grabbed my phone off the dresser where it had charged the night before and headed back towards the kitchen. I scrolled down the screen of my phone as I sipped the sweet coffee and nibbled on the danish I had grabbed from the cabinet. As I scrolled I read through all the condolences on Claire's account. It seemed surreal that she was really gone. I was just about to shut my phone off to get dressed when a name caught my attention. The name was Spencer Chase. My heart fluttered in my chest as I swallowed hard. 

I hadn't thought of Spencer in years. Spencer was the guy I let get away. He was the biggest heartbreak I had ever experienced, but he was also the man I had loved with my whole heart. I had been young and dumb, and I let other things be priority over my relationship and in the end it costed me a relationship of a lifetime. I had lost my virginity to Spencer my tenth grade year in high school and although at the time I didn't think I could love him anymore, giving myself to him only made me fall deeper in love. If I had been older and smarter, he would've been the sole item of my affection, but instead I followed the crowd. I partied to hard and too often. I let the drugs and alcohol consume me and the high I felt from it always felt farther away so I ended up drinking or doing more and at the end of our relationship I was nothing more than strung out. Once I got sober the pain became more real. I had never forgiven myself for letting him go.

Spencer had posted on Claire's timeline offering condolences to her brother and her parents and sharing fond memories from our adolescence. I scrolled through reading each word before clicking on the picture icon next to his name. His profile illuminated my screen and once again I felt my heart fluttering around like a butterfly in my chest. He was even more handsome than I remembered.  His profile said he worked as an office manager of one of the factories from our old town. His profile also showed he was married. My heart sank. I  couldn't imagine him being anything but mine, and now not only was that a distant memory but quite certainly couldn't happen.

I pulled my eyes away from my phone and shuffled back to my room to get dressed and prepare for the drive ahead of me. I loaded my bags into my car and climbed in. After skipping through the radio I settled on an alternative station. I stopped to fill my car with gas and when I returned to the driver's seat a thought crossed me that I hadn't thought of before. I suddenly realized through this entire ordeal I hadn't stopped to think that surely Spencer would be attending Claire's services. She would have to face her former lover and his wife.