Till Death Do Us Part

Ch. 4 - The History of Us

**Here's the next chapter guys. Your questions about Waylon will finally be answered! Enjoy and let me know what you think!

Roxie's POV

All the blood drained from my face as half the men in the room snapped their head my way, shock taking over their face.

"Oh hell, Roxanne?" the guy blanched, instantly removing his arm as if I'd burned him. "Is that actually you?" he asked.

"There's no way this is the same sweet little girl your brother used to date and has pictures of in his office," another man down the table stated. I had no idea who either of the men were, but I could already feel the sinking weight in my stomach. Did he say has pictures of me in his office?

"I'm sorry, let me get this straight before we start to talk about business and contracts. Your brother," the same man who asked us for the scotch spoke while pointing at Waylon, "the same brother who runs the company, used to date this fine honey," he continued before pointing at me, "and then he broke up with her?" the man finished sounding astonished.

"Yes," Waylon grumbled before looking back at me. All of the men on the opposite side of the table from him began cracking up.

"Well thank the Lord Jedrek doesn't conduct business the way he does his relationships because he would've been bankrupt by now," the man chuckled before wiping his eyes clear of the tears his laughter had brought on.

"I'm gonna go check on Milo and see if he needs anything," I told Ivy before quickly turning on my heels and bolting out of the room. The second I was out of the room the tears started falling fast. I waved off one of the girls who gave me a concerned look in the hall before finding my way back to the locker room. I slammed the door open before collapsing into the chair Milo had just sat in not even an hour ago.

A few minutes later, as I was still trying to compose myself enough to stop bawling, two people barged into the room; Milo and Khloe.

"Ivy said you needed m-crap, what the hell happened?!" Khloe demanded before dropping to her knees in front of me and taking my face into her hands.

"Jedrek's b-brother...he's here," I cried.

"Oh damn, this isn't good," Khloe murmured to Milo before pulling me into her arms.

"Jedrek? Is that the guy she was telling me about yesterday night while drunk?" Milo asked apprehensively.

"Yes..." Khloe sighed before beginning to rub circles into my back to try and soothe me, "this is the first time she's seen anyone from that family since everything happened," she explained. Milo nodded in understanding before wiping a hand down his face.

"Why don't you get her calmed down, changed, and then take her home. I'll compensate you for what you would've made tonight. She can come back and start her first day all over again tomorrow," he insisted before giving me a sympathetic smile.

"T-thank you," I stuttered, lifting my arms so Khloe could slide my dress over my head before slipping my heels off my feet and exchanging them for a pair of ridiculous looking fuzzy slippers.

"C'mon. Let's go home," she murmured before dragging me up and out of the club to a company car that proceeded to escort us home.  

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The next afternoon I awoke with puffy red eyes from crying myself to sleep. Khloe forced me to sleep with her in her bed so she could 'cuddle me as was her best friend duty'.

I was so lucky to have her.

"Hey, sleepyhead. How you feelin'?" Khloe asked when she entered the room five minutes later with two piping hot cups of coffee.