My phone dings, notifying me that the front door is unlocked. I need to make sure I have the cleaning crew give her the login details and have her switch it over to her phone for the security system and cameras.
“I’m sorry to you too, Angie. I should have known from the second I saw her eyes…She has your eyes, and she’s so beautiful.”
Damnit! I can feel the burn from the tears at the back of my throat. I have to walk away again. Have to leave everything…Just as my life finally felt complete.
“I love you both, so fucking much. Thank you for always treating me like I was your family. I promise to doright by her and make sure she’s always taken care of…Just don’t give her too much shit if she decides to tell you guys.” I laugh as I choke back another wave of emotions. I touch their headstones one last time before turning to walk back to my car.
“Goodbye…I love you both.” My whisper carries on the wind as it trails off into the distance. I won’t be coming back.
I begin to slowly walk back to my car and take a look at my phone. The button for the living room camera is lit up. I watch her walk around for a moment as she looks at the photos. She’s wearing a black bathrobe. Her hair is a mess, and yet she’s still the most stunning woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. My mind wanders to last night. How good she looked in my bed…How perfect she felt in my arms…
Fucking get your shit together, Myles. This right here is why you have to leave. She deserves so much more than you could ever be for her. You’re broken…
She flops down onto the couch with her phone in her hand. She clutches her other fist to her chest as her eyes go wide. I turn up the volume and listen to half of the conversation. I don’t know who she’s talking to, but it’s about Declan.
The main things I catch are about some gang in Mexico that killed Jocko. And that she’s leaving town. Where’s she going? Is she going to sell the house? Is she…
Damnit! I need to let her go. I don’t need to worry about the house anymore. She will either keep it as a vacation home or sell it, but it’s not up to me anymore.
When I glance back down at the camera feed, the living room is empty. I back out of that camera and see the onefor the bedroom blinking. I made sure to have one put in all of the rooms to monitor the place. You can never be too careful.
I watch her slowly look over the room. She pauses at her mother’s vanity. Her delicate fingers barely touch the antique brush set that Adam got Angie for their first anniversary. I had the crew always make sure everything was left as it was. Angie's hairpins are scattered on the vanity, just as Adam's nightstand still has the empty water cup he always had next to his bed because he brought a glass of water to bed every night.
She picks up the last book he was reading that was sitting on the nightstand. A photo falls out. I try to zoom in on the photo. It’s grainy, but I know exactly what the photo is. It’s Adam and Angie’s wedding. Angie was very pregnant with Mina at the time. We took a photo together shortly after they cut the cake. That was the night they asked me to stay permanently. That I could stay in the pool house for as long as I wanted to…Because I was family.
I slide into my car and slam the door shut. He would kill me for the thoughts running through my head. All I want to do is turn this fucking car around and go back there. I want to spend the rest of my life with her.
“Fuck!” My head rests against the steering wheel as I lock my phone and toss it on the passenger seat. I need to delete the app as soon as I get her access.
*Ding*
Alexandria
When are you going to be home?
I pull up the GPS. Eighteen more hours.
Myles
Not for at least eighteen hours. But I have to take care of a few things tomorrow. Sorry.
Alexandria
Boo! No fair. You’ve been gone all weekend. Can’t it wait until you go back to work? I’ve missed you.
A photo comes in a moment later of her body from the neck down in a red lace thong and matching bra. She’s beautiful…But she’s not Mina. She’s not the one I want.
Myles
Another time. Sorry.
She doesn’t reply. She left me on read, and I honestly don’t blame her. I’ve never denied her before. But I can’t help it. When I saw the red lace, my mind instantly went to Mina...The first night I saw her.
I run my fingers through my hair before cracking my neck and my knuckles. It’s going to be a long fucking drive. I glance back in the rearview mirror one last time as I pull away. The name carved into the stone slowly fades into the distance.
Never again…I can’t do it…
Eighteen hours later, I’m finally pulling into my driveway. I drove straight here. I’m exhausted, and I could honestly pass out in the car right now. I should have stopped somewhere and slept, but every time I thoughtabout stopping, the urge to turn around and drive straight back to her was getting stronger.
