Chapter 40

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                                         Harley and Bentley get back to the apartment.

Bentley: Hey, can I make you dinner tonight?

Harley: I won't say no.

                                        Harley laughs as they walk toward the kitchen. Bentley looks through the refrigerator to come up with dinner.


                                                                                                               *Peyton*

                               Peyton just hung up with Tristan, and she can't stop the tears from pricking her eyes.

Peyton: He didn't even care....

Acheron (Ash): Awe Peyton, it's okay.

                            Ash pulls her into a hug as she sobs into his chest.

Peyton: He....he...told me to get rid of "it".

                            Ash steps back, his brow furrowed in anger.

Acheron (Ash): WHAT?

Peyton: He said he didn't want it and I needed to get rid of "it". I knew Tristan was an asshole but I never thought he was like this. I guess he was really good at hiding his true colors.

Acheron (Ash): That motherfucker doesn't deserve you or a baby. Fuck him.

                            Ash smiles down fondly and cups her face.

Acheron (Ash): I'm sure. I feel it in my gut that we have something. We may have just met, but God woman, you make my heart soar.

                           Peyton chokes back a sob as he stares into her eyes.

Peyton: How did I get so lucky?

Acheron (Ash): If anyone is the lucky one, it's me. I can't wait to get to know you more Peyton.

                            Ash leans his forehead against hers and brings her knuckles to his lips.

                                                                                                *Harley*

                             Sitting at the counter, I'm watching Bentley sift through the fridge.

Harley: Find anything worthy of dinner?

Bentley: Actually I found a few things in here. Two choices. Breakfast for dinner or I can make paninis.

Harley: Breakfast please!

Bentley: You got it baby.

                              Winking, Bentley starts pulling out the ingredients and pans.

Bentley: How does french toast and eggs sound?

Harley: Mmmmm....soumds yummy.

                            Bentley starts making the custard for the french toast.

Harley: Be right back.

                           I go into my room....deciding to throw on something sexy for Bentley.

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