Unfortunately Yours( In Progressing/Editing/Fine Tuning)

Chapter 3

    PRESENT- Carter

What the hell was I thinking? Any person in their right mind wouldn't agree to meeting with their ex-girlfriend to work together.
       The years have been kind to her, much less kind to me. She looks as stunning as ever but she looks devastated and appalled. What right does she have to look broken? She ripped me to pieces and tossed me away like rubbish.
       She was the one that walked away.
       Not me.
Not that I couldn't see why, but I could have changed. I could have found a different way to handle life. 
       I try to rein in my anger. My snappy tone is useless, we may as well get this over with and go about our ways.
       "You look well." She says clearing her throat. I want to grin knowing I am completely screwing her mind in seven ways from Sunday.
       That's right Angel, take me in.
       "You look the same." I say through a tight smile. I see her suck in a breath.
        "For the next month you two will be working together. Where he goes you go, where she goes you go." Rhigel Brock says to each of us. I look at Vanessa in the corner of my eye and can't hold back the pleasure I feel from her horrified look.
       "Rhigel you know I can't.. " she murmurs and looks away. I hate that I am curious and have to bite my lip ring to stop my inquiries.
       "You've always brought Carson along to your shoots. I don't see how this could be different Ms. Thorn."
       My chest tightens at the knowledge that there is another man in her life. I won't show that though, I'll keep my misery to myself. It's not like I've been an angel, I've bed plenty of gals that throw themselves at me. Particularly before her and I met.
      But since her, its always empty and hardly does the job. All that remains is empty sheets and a hole that refuses to stitch back together.
      I decide in this moment I want to wreck her. I want to see her quake beneath my fingers and leave her on the ground in pieces. Screw the man she shares a bed with. I've had her once and I will have her again, but this time .. I will be the bringer of devastation.
       "I'm not sure it's the best environment for him." She snaps dragging her bottom teeth over her lip. I want to bite her lip, watch her gasp in pain and pleasure. I want to shatter every inch of her until she feels what I've felt.
       "I'm sure you will work something out. I have an appointment, you two work out the details."
        She sighs in exasperation.
        "Here's the deal." She growls crossing her arms over her chest. My mouth twitches, I can't help but wonder if she's still just as fiesty between the sheets.
         "I can't stay out late, I can't be gone all day everyday. I have a son and he is way more of a priority than my job." She says poking her finger into my chest.
       My eyes widen and  now I am practically speechless. She doesn't look like a mother, her body is still perfect and she doesn't look tired or withdrawn. She looks fully capable of tearing me to bits and the sick thing is I want her to.
       Perhaps I should second guess my want to destroy her but that doesn't mean I can't have fun with her. I'm a heartless bastard, but a kid deserves a good mom. And I can tell by the fierce protective glare in her eyes that she is a sensational mum.
       "I have to squeeze by my house and leave a note for Helena."
        Without another word she pivots and stalks off toward the door.
        I'm fighting my lips, they threaten to widened enough to rip the corner of my mouth open.
  
      "Nice place." I say staring at the peeling paint. This isn't a nice place, it's actually quite horrific and I ignore the stab of regret in my chest. If she would have stayed with me I could have given her the world. But she was just too damn stubborn to care about what I could have offered her.
        Part of me loves that she could give a shit about money, the other part of me still wants to kill her from the inside out.
        She fiddles with the keys and stops. She whips around and glares at me.
        "You are not coming inside of my house. Wait here."
        I shrug. I could care less.

When she comes back outside we get in her car just before Helena arrives home.
       In the backseat of her car I see a pale blonde head bouncing up and down. My curiosity ignites, but I shove it down where the rest of our history belongs. Buried deep inside with no chance at seeing the light.
       "Where do you want to do this? "
       She jerks my attention forward. She is on edge, I can still read her body as if I had crafted it myself.
       Surely all this hatred she feels toward me can't only be because Of my line of work back then.
       "Our trailer." I say absent-mindedly.

It takes less than twenty minutes to get to our destination. Vanessa has now relaxed and seems to be in a decent mood.
        I can't help but replay that dreadful night that split me in half.