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Stepping inside my apartment, a wave of relaxation layered over me. High-pitched barks hit my eardrums as well as the sound of nails scraping against the wood floors.
Frowning, my heart skipped a beat as I realized something, when Felicity, the dog that Aubrey and I used to share, raced over to me, I maneuvered around her and into the living-room. On my couch, in the flesh, was my ex-boyfriend, Aubrey. His feet were kicked up, eyes were shut. He was relaxing as though this were his home. Only he would be bold enough to pull some shit like that.
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Instead of lashing out at the sight of him, all I could do was stare with a confusing mixture of lust, aggravation, and anger. Why couldn't he just accept the break-up and leave me the hell alone?
"W-Why are you here?" I asked lowly, dropping my bag onto the ottoman beside where I stood. He drifted his eyes over by me, analyzing every inch of my body. I always hated those stares, they could either be intimidating, or sensual. I could tell that this one was a mix between both.
"I texted you and you didn't answer. If you would've read it, I think you would've known I was stopping by with Felicity. We agreed that she is our dog, right?" he asked, smiling lightly.
"Okay, that doesn't explain you relaxing on my sofa. I think we discussed you coming here wit– how did you get in?" I asked, placing my hands on my hips. He held up his keys, a sign to tell me that he did in fact still have a key after I had ordered me to give back the one that I had previously entrusted him with.
"You took the other one after I made copies." he smirked, finding humor in his words.
When the annoyance that I had painted on my face never fell and only intensified, he sighed tiredly.
"I'm sorry, Marlee. Let's talk, that's the real reason why I came over here." he murmured, patting the couch. I stared at that spot, never moving towards it. He chuckled, getting up to grab my hips. For some reason, I didn't fight him.
"Talk about what?" I asked once I was settled beside where he sat on the couch. He handed me the bottle of Hennessy that had accompanied him throughout his relaxation, nodding at it once it was in my hands.
