This story follows the life of Y/n, the affairs, the lies, the dreams, the choices and finally the fallout.
It's a given right that life is messy but what happens when the choices you make lead you into an entanglement that proves to be deadly?
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*Flashback Chapter* Disclaimer: It's important to note that while this chapter might have a happy ending, the conversation (& situation) between the three of them is extremely toxic! (Also the use of little girl is in reference to a pet name not an actual child!!!!!!)
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*Oh god, this is really happening.
A fourth knock at your door snaps you back to reality. You make your way towards your front door, setting the remaining art supplies on the coffee table. Out of habit you check through the peephole, although you very well know who is knocking.
You open the door and are met with a smiling Spencer holding a small tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream and two spoons. He is wearing a pair of dark gray slacks, a white button up shirt, a black cardigan on top and his trusted pair of converse. He looks extremely handsome.
"Hey Spence" You say, stepping to the side to let him into your apartment.
"Hi Y/n" Spencer says as he walks straight into your kitchen.
You close the door and follow him to the kitchen. Spencer is grabbing two napkins as well as washing his hands. You can't help but stare at how incredibly large and sexy his hands truly are. Spencer catches you staring.
"What?" He asks with a smile.
"Nothing at all, pretty boy" You say, ruffling his hair.
If there is one thing that makes Spencer even more attractive than he already is, it's when his hair is all messy. For some unexplainable reason it brings out a darker and sexier side of him.
"Come on" Spencer says as he makes his way to your couch.
You follow him, almost forgetting why he is here and who else you are expecting.
"So what does the little angel want to watch?" Spencer asks.
Before you can reply, there is a firm knock on your door. Your nerves flush through your veins as you make your way to the door. Spencer stares at you with furrowed brows. He wonders who could be, perhaps a neighbor?
You stand in front of your door, unable to bring yourself to open the door. A second knock startles you as you twist the doorknob. You open the door slowly, unsure of how this entire situation will transpire.
Hotch is standing outside your apartment wearing a pair of dark jeans and a navy blue button up shirt with the first few buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looks so fucking hot.
"Hey" You say nervously.
"Hey, is everything alright Y/n?" Hotch asks, noticing your anxious demeanor.
"Um- yeah" You say, not able to make eye contact with him.
"Who's at the door?" Spencer yells from the couch.
