𝐖𝐓𝐃𝐑.

047.

WELCOME TO DEATH ROW !
( CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN : TO BE OR NOT TO BE GUILTY, PART TWO. )

❝ I'LL NEVER LEAVE HIM DOWN THOUGH I MIGHT MESS AROUND. IT'S ONLY CAUSE I NEED SOME AFFECTION. ❞

EXCERPT : TLC , CREEP.

Friday, February 23rd, 1996 • Beverly Hills, California

I STARED PAC DOWN as I tried to find the right words to say. The cat was out the bag and I now knew why he was acting so peculiar. "It's okay if you don't know how to respond, it's my fault for being too late. You know I'm not good with communication when it comes to us." He held onto my hand tightly, not wanting to let go.

"This, this . . . Um, this shouldn't have transpired. I can't say it didn't feel amazing because it did. But we both know we can't be together-"

"You say that but somehow you fucked me damn near five times in a row tonight." He uttered roughly.

"Yes, we had sex. But maybe that's all it will be . . . sex. I love you, Pac but I'm engaged. I'm about to get married to the love of my life, but don't you ever think I never wanted us to work. You're my soulmate. What we had will always be special to me but we can't do this. We can't. This was probably a waste of your time but I had to let you know now in case you think we were gonna take this any further." He released a dry chuckle at my words, a devious one at that.

"I honestly can't even get mad. It's my fault for thinking you would drop everything for me. You're in love with him. I can't top that, so I'll back off." He stated as he stared off into space.

I didn't know what to think of what he said but I had no time to question it. It was 6 am, way passed the time I was supposed to be home and I was scared shitless. Here I was, already fucking up and we weren't even married yet.

"I uh, I have to go but I hope this doesn't ruin our relationship. The one we worked so hard on fixing." I reached down and retrieved my dress, putting it on before standing in front of the mirror to make sure I looked decent enough to leave the room.

"You forgot something." He had his hands behind his back, causing me to furrow my eyebrows. "And what is that?" I questioned, sliding into my high heels.

"These." He simply stated as he slung my panties in my direction. I grew embarrassed once I realized I forgot to put them on, but I was a little bit on the edge to even notice.

I watched as he began to put on his boxers, reaching over for his shirt before throwing the wrinkly clothing on. Next, came his denim shoes along with his denim jeans and glistening jewelry.