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My gaze flies to the front door and my lips part as his eyes meet mine, full of all sorts of filthy promises and a shiver races down my spine as I stand up. “Jesus Christ. How did you get here so fast?”

“I was very motivated. Now, open the door,” he orders, his voice full of power as he arches a brow in warning. I stare at him and when he points to the lock, my feet start moving without any instruction from me, carrying me closer to him. As soon as the door is unlocked, he yanks it open and charges inside, pulling me into his arms and sealing his lips to mine. I moan, wrapping my arms around his neck as we stumble back into the counter and something crashes behind us. He rips his lips away and glances over my shoulder.

“Shit, baby. Your flowers fell.”

I jerk back. “Oh, no.”

Peeling myself out of his arms, I round the counter and grab the bundle of flowers off of the floor, shaking the water off before setting them on the counter and kneeling down to inspect the vase they came in. It was a gorgeous glass vase with little hearts blown into the sides but now it’s in multiple pieces all over the floor. On one of the shelves under the counter is a roll of paper towels and I grab them as I try to mop up the water. Wyatt crouches down next to me and takes the paper towels from my hand.

“I’ll do this. I don’t want you cutting yourself.”

I nod and stand up to inspect the flowers. They don’t look too worse for wear but there is no saving the vase they were in. I thought it was so sweet when it was delivered earlier today and even thought it’s just a vase, I’m kind of sad it broke. When he stands up with the pieces of glass in his hand, my bottom lip pokes out.

“Aw, baby,” he whispers, dropping the pieces into the garbage can before walking over to me and wrapping me up in a hug. “I’ll buy you a new one, okay?”

I point to the garbage can. “But I liked that one. It was so cute and sweet.”

“Well, where did you get it? We can go right now.”

Huh?

I pull back and meet his gaze with a scowl on my face. “I didn’t get it anywhere…”

“So Eden did, then? Text her and ask her where we can get another one. Or was it a client?”

“What are you talking about?” I ask, taking a step back as I search his face. Is he just messing with me right now? “You sent them to me.”

He shakes his head. “No… I didn’t.”

“But… they were delivered today… I just assumed they were from you.”

“No…” he answers, his gaze flicking to the flowers on the desk before dropping to the trash can. When he meets my eyes again, his eyes are narrowed and he takes a step toward me. “Who the fuck is sending you flowers, Pip?”

I shake my head. “I don’t know. I thought they were from you.”

“Obviously not,” he snaps, staring at the lilies again as his nostrils flare and he clenches his fist. He turns back to me, glaring daggers into my skin. “Who the fuck is sending you flowers and vases with cute little fucking hearts on it, Pip?”

“I don’t know!”

“You don’t know? Well, he obviously knows you well enough to know that calla lilies are your favorite fucking flower, doesn’t he?”

My eyes widen. “He? Are you accusing me of something right now?”

His lips flatten into a straight line as his gaze bounces around the studio like he’s looking for something and when his eyes finally land on me again, they are cold and hard. “Just tell me who sent the flowers, Piper.”

“I don’t know!” I scream, balling my fists up and gritting my teeth. Wyatt has been the only man to ever own my heart and I thought he knew that. I thought we were past all of this. He sighs, shoving his hand through his hair.

“Is it James? You leaving me for that fucker?”

I stare at him with wide eyes. Jesus Christ. The man has lost his goddamn mind. “Are you kidding me? I fucking love you, Wyatt, and only you. You know that.”

“Then why is some other fucking man sending you flowers?” he roars, pointing to the bouquet still sitting on the counter. He glares at it for a second before scooping it up and chucking it at the wall. “Fuck this. You know what I don’t need, Piper. I don’t need to get my heart pulverized by you again. If you want this little pissant, then get your shit out of the house and go be with him.”

He spins on his toes and walks out of the studio without another word and I stare after him for a few seconds before pain splinters my chest and tears sting my eyes. As I stumble back to my chair, I gasp for air and try to work through the last five minutes in my mind over and over again.

Where in the hell did it go wrong?

My hands shake as I pick up my phone and dial Eden’s number. I’m not leaving Wyatt and I’m not giving up on us but there is no way in hell that I’m going back to the house tonight.

“Hello?” Eden answers and I suck in a stuttered breath.

“Edie… can I come stay at your place tonight? Wyatt and I… we had a huge fight and I…”

“Of course,” she says, cutting me off. I thank her and tell her I’ll be there soon before hanging up and burying my head in my hands as a sob rips through me, echoing around the empty studio before being swallowed up by the upbeat pop music that only amplifies just how shitty I feel. The tears trickle down my cheeks and the pain in my chest grows as his words play on a loop through my mind. God, he was so cold, so sure that I would betray him like that I can’t help but think this is my fault. I lied to him about the real reasons I left for ten years and during all that time, it is all he’s known. I can’t help but wonder if he is still holding onto some resentment about all of that and if we’re strong enough to overcome it.