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that the coast was clear, I headed down the alley and out to the street on the opposite side of the block. I’d texted Terrance, telling him I was walking to the office. He immediately tried to call me, but I didn’t want to hear it. I needed to clear my head.
    Three months until the trial. Three fucking months to deal with her shit. I wouldn’t let her get away with this. Over my dead body would that happen, she’d done enough to fuck with my life. I was in a zone, not paying attention to where I was going, and I knocked shoulders with someone.
    “Watch it.”
    His voice sounded familiar, but not placing it, I mumbled, “Sorry.” He was already a good six feet or so from me with a hoodie pull up, so I couldn’t really see his face, only some blond hair sticking out from the hood and his hands were in his pockets.
    I continued on to the office, once again I went in through the back door. Since it’s isolated back there, I was able to make it to my office with very few employees seeing me.
    No sooner did I sit at my desk, my phone vibrated in my pocket. Recognizing the number, I quickly answered.
    “Bre, what’s wrong?”
    She laughed. “Nothing silly. Why do you always assume something is wrong when I call?”
    I brought my computer to life and went through my emails, mindlessly seeing if there was anything that needed my attention immediately. “I’m sorry, babe, rough day.”
    “Oh?” I could hear the concern in her voice.
    “Nothing for you to worry about, Bre. Just focus on getting better.”
    “Well, that’s what I wanted to tell you.” I could feel her smile through the phone. It was infectious. “They said I could go home today or tomorrow, depending when you got back. Please, tell me it’ll be soon, I really don’t want to be here anymore.”
    I was already out of the door, locking it behind me. “I’m on my way.”
    “See you in a few.”
    “Love you, Bre.”
    “Oh, Caston, I love you too.”
    I was sprinting down the hall and running out to the parking garage with Terrance hot on my heels, even though he wasn’t sure what exactly was going on. He must have seen me on the security cameras.
    “Sir, what is it?”
    “Sabrina. We have to go now.”
    He unlocked the doors, and I climbed in. “What happened?”
    There was a look of concern etched on his face. That’s when I realized I didn’t actually tell him. “She’s coming home. They’re releasing her.”
    Terrance relaxed immediately and smiled.

 
     
    I walked through the store and passed the tabloids. I saw her face plastered all over them. Some were with him and some were alone. I wanted to take every single one and throw them all over the fucking place. I wanted to stomp on her face. She didn’t deserve a fucking happily ever after. I grabbed a few and tossed them in my basket. I felt like a fucking douche for buying them.
    The giggly store clerk smiled, and I scowled. When the clerk came to the magazine, I saw her sigh.
    I captured her wrist that held the magazine, and she gasped, locking eyes with me, I caught the look of fear, but I snaked a smile on my face. Grazing my thumb over the increased pulse on her wrist, my fucking dick was hard off of the fear in her eyes.
    “When’s your break?” I asked as I looked over the counter at the short fucking skirt she had on.
    Her smile was devilish. “In about five minutes.”
    Smiling, I brought her hand up and kissed the wrist I was just hurting. “I’ll meet you out back.”
    Grabbing my purchases, I headed to my car and threw my shit in the back. Getting in the car, I pulled around back and waited for her. Right on time she walked out, twirling her hair around her finger. I purposely parked where she couldn’t see me. I needed to observe her for a few seconds. Palming my cock through my jeans, I watched as she lit up a cigarette and relaxed against the side of the building, letting her head rest on the cement wall.
    I quickly got out of my car and stalked up to her