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Tom took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "Look Alara, I respect you and I know you respect me. After Sunday I am sorry, we can't have our meetings anymore," Tom said slowly almost making sure he calmed his nerves as he spoke to me. "Sorry, what do you mean?" I was confused. "The families pretend I don't exist and I make sure I don't piss them off. When you marry Hayden and he finds out, which he probably already knows that you come here, I can't continue to see you," trying to explain to me Tom continues to avoid eye contact. "I see, well then we can't have this man cut of your precious dick can we?" I said as I sculled my whisky and got up to get ready to leave. "Dick is not hard to find, but loyalty that is and I thought you had some," I knew this would irritate him given loyalty was his trade marking. "Alara, you know there is nothing I can do! He will kill me then he will kill you. I need you to know I am still here for you. Anything you need call me, but we can't fuck anymore," Tom came around this time and put his hand on my shoulder. "You should do some research about Hayden. I can tell you his done his about you Alara."

Driving home I felt like my world was crashing and caving in. Do I cry? Like what the fuck do normal women do in this situation. Hysterically laughing! That is what I can do, laugh! Am I going insane? Is this really happening?