“Trinity, I told you not to come here,” he barked at the driver of the car. Of course it’s a girl!

I couldn’t hear what she said back to him but I could see her inside the car. She was gorgeous of course with soft brown hair and full red lips. My stomach dipped in my stomach as it occurred to me this was the same girl from the other day. She was the girl in his room when I had come to retrieve my engagement ring.

“She doesn’t have to leave on my account, Jamieson.” I spoke up making my presence known to both of them.

“Damn it Jenna! Go in the house!” he growled at me. Fat chance, dickwad I’m loving watching you squirm in front of your girlfriend!

“What is she doing here?” I could hear the girl now. She was pissed and I don’t blame her. I would be raging had I been in her shoes, little did she know I had.

“Trinity this has to stop. I told you it was over. You can’t keep showing up here.” Jamieson was leaning over the car now looking menacing. What an asshole!

Blame it on the alcohol or my soft spot for this poor girl but I had to speak up. “There is no need to break up with your girlfriend, Jamieson. Ninety days and this whole sham of a marriage will be over. Invite her in. I’ll take a cab home.”

I started rummaging in my person to find my phone to get a ride home when I heard a blood curdling shrieking sound coming from the car.

“You married her? What the fuck! You married that?” Whoa bitch, I was feeling bad for you. Not anymore.

“Trinity, if you show up here again unannounced I will call the cops, do you understand me?” Jamieson said coldly.

“Fuck you.” Trinity screamed back at him and threw her car in reverse. I had stopped looking for my phone and continued to watch as she sped off down the private road.

“Nice girlfriend you have there.” I muttered.

“She is not my fucking girlfriend!” Jamieson yelled and whirled around to face me.

I was a bit stunned at his tone but my shock quickly turned to anger.

“Yeah okay whatever you say.” I began clumsily fishing around my purse for my phone again. I dropped my keys with a clatter to the pavement instead.

Jamieson let out a strained breath and then muttered some curse words. He then began walking towards me. “Let’s go inside.”

“Look Jamieson—”

“Jenna, don’t argue, just come inside the house. It’s time we talked.”

Maybe it was, because he sounded almost defeated when he asked me, or maybe it was because it was time that we did finally clear the air. But whatever the reason was I followed him inside the house and tried to prepare myself for what was to come.

I swore I would never step foot in this bedroom again. That day I left with my heart shattered into a million pieces I promised myself I would never come back here. What in the hell was I doing?

“Alright, talk.” I snapped.

Jamieson sat on the edge of his huge dark wood bed. His room still looked the same and it unfortunately held lots of memories, some I would do anything to forget.

“Look Jenna, I’m sorry.” He leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees. I relaxed slightly at his show of vulnerability. “I didn’t intend for any of this to happen. This was not my plan.”

“And you think it was mine?” I demanded.

“No I know it is not what you wanted and I’m sorry about that, but you need to understand something.”

“Okay…”

“I may be sorry for how things have happened but I’m not sorry they did happen. Do you understand me?” His eyes were locked onto mine and the piercing blue centers now were dark purple. I had always loved Jamieson’s eyes’ ability to turn from light to dark quickly. I was a bit taken aback by his confession but it didn’t totally shock me. I knew it was by no accident he was on the same plane to Vegas that day.

I took a deep labored breath and leaned against the wall I was standing next to. “Why Jamieson? Why did you do it?”

He stood up and came over to where I was standing. He stopped just short of touching me. “I know it was wrong, Jenna. It was probably the most selfish thing I have ever done, but I couldn’t help myself. I told myself I just wanted to see you one last time but I knew I was lying. I couldn’t let you go, not to him.”

I felt a tear trickle down from the corner of my left eye. “I was happy, we were happy. I had worked so hard…but it’s all gone now. It’s ruined, I’m ruined.” The tears started coming hard now.

“Were you happy though? Were you truly happy with him?” Jamieson questioned softly. He was treading lightly and I appreciated that.

We both jumped when we heard the front door slam shut. “Jamieson we have an issue!” Julian yelled from downstairs.

“Fuckkkk,” Jamieson growled in my ear. “Stay here I’ll go see what the problem is and I’ll be right back. Okay?”

I nodded my head, not quite able to talk yet. In a way I was relieved Jamieson had to leave, it would give me a chance to get myself under control again. My carefully crafted walls were starting to crumble and I needed to fix that quickly.

After Jamieson left the bedroom I proceeded to splash some cold water on my face in the large adjoining bathroom. I had loved his bathroom. It was huge. There was a dressing room in the middle and in the far back half was an oversized stone shower with what felt like a million shower heads. Jamieson and I had spent many of nights and mornings in that shower and thinking about it sent butterflies shooting through my stomach.

It took me several minutes to get myself back to a decent looking state. But while I was in the bathroom my alcohol for the evening started to hit me yet again. I wondered out of the bathroom and into the massive dark room. I didn’t feel totally steady in my heels so I kicked them off and sat down on the bench at the foot of Jamieson’s bed to wait for him.

I don’t know how long I waited. It was long enough that I snagged a fluffy white throw blanket from the end of his bed and curled up on the bench. I could have lain down on the bed but I refused. That was one boundary I would not cross.

I woke up from my impromptu nap when I heard Olivia’s voice outside the bedroom door.

“I don’t give a shit, Jamieson. You did this. You broke up her engagement, you got her fired from her job and you are the one that literally broke her in two all those years ago. So let me remind you that I don’t give a damn what you need or want. She is my friend, not you. Not anymore.”

“I know, Liv. I know. All I’m asking is for you to give me time. I need time with her. I have to make this right, not for my sake but for hers.” I could hear the pleading in Jamieson’s voice. That was new, Jamieson never pleaded for anything or to anyone.

“Fine. I will be downstairs. When she wants to go home tell her to come get me.” Liv huffed.

“I will.” I heard him fiddle with the door knob but it didn’t open right away.

“She doesn’t know I have been seeing Julian, but I know I will have to tell her soon. I just didn’t want her to think I wasn’t on her team.” Oh Livy, I already knew, girl. There has only ever been one guy that makes you glow like that.

“I don’t think she would ever think that, Liv,” Jamieson replied.

“I know. I just don't want to add to her stress right now. She is in a bad spot.”

I heard Livy begin walking down the stairs and the door knob began to turn. I panicked and curled back up on the bench pretending to sleep.

“Sorry—” Jamieson said and quickly stopped when he saw me curled up sleeping.

I lazily opened my eyes pretending to be woken up.

“I’m sorry I woke you.”

“It’s alright. I should probably get home.” I told him and started to pull myself up. When I put my feet on the ground though something happened and I ended up rolling off the bench to the ground.