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Chapter 3

*1 Week Later*

Michele's Point of View

I was picking Corbyn up from the airport today. 

I was waiting at the airport for Corbyn's plane to arrive when a brunette girl stood in front of me.

"Hi Michele," she said.

I looked at the girl. She looked so familiar.

"Hi, you look really familiar," I said to her. 

"Well, we have met before," she said. "I'm Christina. Christina Harris."

Shit. 

If Corbyn me talking to Christina before our wedding, he would kill me.

"Hi Christina, it's been awhile," I said. 

"Yes it has. How are you and Corbyn?"

The fuck? Why is she asking about him?

"He's good," I said slowly. "I'm waiting for his plane to get here."

"Well it looks like it's here," she said, pointing out the window to the plane.

"Who are you waiting for," I asked.

"My boyfriend, Jordan," she said. 

"You don't mean Besson, right," I asked. 

"That's actually who I'm waiting for," she said.

I was wondering if knew about Jordan and Christina's relationship.

"Oh, and please don't tell Corbyn about it. He would flip," Christina said.

"No promises," I said.

She walked off and I stood up, waiting for my fiance to get off his plane.

As everyone walked off the plane, I got scared that I looked like an idiot waiting for Corbyn.

I turned around to leave when I saw Jordan.

"Hey Jordan," I said as I approached him.

"Oh, hey Michele," he said. 

"I didn't know you were coming to LA," I said. 

"It was kind of a last minute thing," Jordan said. 

"That makes sense," I said. "So, uh, do you know where Corbyn is?"

"He went to look for you," Jordan said.

"I was standing right in front of the gate," I said.

"He went to look for your car," Jordan said. 

"Nice to see you Jordan," I said.

"You too," he said. 

I walked off in the direction of my car. As I got closer to the car, I didn't see Corbyn or his luggage. 

I just leaned against my car and called his phone which he didn't answer, which confused me. He always answered my calls. 

I was about to get in my car and leave when someone grabbed me and kissed me.

I pulled away from the kiss. 

"I have a damn fiance, leave me the fuck alone," I yelled.

The stranger let me go.

"Nice to see you too," I heard Corbyn's voice say. 

I looked at the stranger, but it wasn't a stranger standing there. It was my fiance.

"Corbyn, I'm sorry," I said hugging him.

"It's fine. It's my fault for scaring you like that," he apologized.

"I'm just happy you're here with me now," I said.

"So am I," he said. "I'll drive."

We put his luggage in the car and I gave him my car keys.

"Why didn't you bring the other car," he asked.

"Cause I hate driving fast cars," I said.

"But we'd get to my apartment faster," he said, a smirk crossing over his face.

"I am not taking care of your sexual needs before we see our friends," I said. "We're going to my apartment."

We sat in the car in silence for a little bit.

"Did you know that Jordan was coming to LA," I asked randomly.

"No, why," Corbyn asked.

"I saw Christina today. She said that her and Jordan are dating and that's why she was at the airport too. She asked me not to tell you, but I just had to," I said.

"What happens between them happens between them. I won't judge or try to break them apart," Corbyn said.

He rested his hand on my thigh.

"Move your hand Besson, I ain't getting horny that fast," I said. 

He moved his hand. 

"You're so smart," he said.

"I know," I replied, grabbing his left hand so we were holding hands. 

"I love you so much," he said.

"I love you too," I replied.