The Arrangement | Book 2 | Completed

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(okay...I have to do this) This chapter is going to be in Evan's POV!!!! I'm so excited to take a look inside of his mind!!! We have to get some closure on this entire thing...Let's be honest. I hope you guys enjoy this little chapter! It's kind of like a bonus. Plus, I want to take a second away from Matty and really let this story line kind of come together. Anyways, enjoy!!!

Evan's POV

"Evan." I hear from the doorway.

"What's up?" I ask, not looking up from my paperwork. I already know that Matty is going to get pissed off at me for causing a scene in the middle of his office, but I honestly don't give a fuck. I'm fed up with all of this shit. I'm just fucking done.

"Can you take a second away from work?" He asks.

I sigh and set all of my work to the side and cup my hands together on top of the desk. "How can I help you?" I ask with a forced smile.

Matty cocks a brow at me and then turns to shut the door to my office. I shouldn't even call this place my office. It's technically not going to be fine in a week.

"You okay?" He asks, taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of the desk.

"Fuck. No." I say honestly. "Clarissa is such a fucking..." I start, knowing I'm not going to finish that sentence the way that I'd like to.

"Sometimes she can be, yeah." He agrees. "But she's just different from the two of us." He shrugs.

"Yeah, I'm starting to get that." I groan, leaning back in my chair. "I mean, I feel kind of bad for everything that I said. But, it's true. Everything I said was true. She only uses me as a fucking personal dildo or something." I mumble.

I see Matty slightly cringe at the way I describe it but I honestly don't care.

"Oh my God." He cringes with a slight laugh.

"Sorry. But it's true. That's all I'm good for in her eyes. I'm tired of it. If I wanted to just sleep with someone, I could honestly pick anyone I wanted to." I say honestly. As cocky as it sounds, it's fucking true. I could easily have my pick of the fucking office.

I don't want just anyone, though. I want fucking Clarissa. It's her and it will always be her.

"I know." He sighs. "Maybe you should try and talk to her? I mean, you might as well try and end on good terms with her. You're only here for a week. I don't want any of us to have any awkward tension during this time." He tells me.

He's right, because I don't want any tension either.

"I'll talk to her." I assure him.

"Okay, good." He says as he gets out of the seat and walks to the door. "I'm really sorry about the extension, Evan. I really wanted you to stay for longer." He tells me. I give him a sad smile and a nod.

"I am too." I reply. When he leaves my office, I pull my phone out of my pocket and go to Clarissa's contact. Should I just text her? We never really text, but I feel like maybe that's easier than dealing with this face to face.

No, that's fucking cowardly and I know it. She's going to be pissed off, and I absolutely understand why. This was definitely a conversation that should have been done behind closed doors. Just like everything else in our relationship has happened.

Behind closed fucking doors.

Instead of texting her I decide to just go upstairs and apologize. Even if this isn't entirely my fault, I'm the man in the relationship and she deserves an apology. I do too, but she deserves one more than I do right now. I didn't want to hurt her or embarrass her, and I know I did both of those things.