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ruining the relationship that we had built together? You didn’t mean to run to a clinic to abort what could’ve been my child without even having the decency to tell me? That’s bullshit, Chloe, and you know it! I‘m not trying to hear that shit right now.”
    “Richie, I am so sorry. I know you don’t believe me, but it’s true! I know I messed up.  What more can I say? I let the best thing that ever happened to me just walk away. Please tell me that I can rectify that. Give me a chance to fix it. Please, Richie. I’m begging!”
    Chloe sounded like she was crying. She wasn’t arguing or cursing like a sailor the way she normally did when she was trying to get her way.  I couldn’t help but feel a little bad.  Maybe she was hurting from our breakup the same way that I had been. Even though we had been apart for the better part of a year, in my heart, she was still the woman for me.
    “You spent so much time treating me like shit, Chloe. I don’t know what to say to you.”
    “Tell me that you still love me.”
    I sighed. “You know I do.”
    “Then come downstairs and open the door. Please. Give me a chance.”
    I heard the click in my ear as my ex hung up the phone. I got out of bed and walked hesitantly out of my bedroom. My townhouse was dark except for the small air freshener/ nightlight at the foot of the stairs. I walked down to the front door in nothing but some old sweatpants, my version of pajamas. Looking through the frosted panes in the front door, I could see Chloe standing in front of the door shivering as though she were cold. God, she was gorgeous! Even while standing in the dark looking like a sad puppy on my doorstep. Everything in me said to keep the door closed, but by the time my hand found the doorknob, the battle was already lost. I let her in.
    Chloe didn’t say anything. She just came in and stared at me, tears coming down her face.  I had never seen her cry so openly. Not even when I told her the engagement was off. Her usual crass nature prevented her from being vulnerable. It broke my heart seeing her like this.
    “What are you doing here, Chloe?” I asked softly. I wanted to grab and hug her, but I held back. I tried to remind myself that this was the woman who did me wrong. It was a hard feat to accomplish since I was still attracted to her. How could I not be? She was everything I had ever wanted in a woman; she was beautiful, independent, sexy and very smart. If only her attitude could match the rest of her attributes…
    Chloe bit her bottom lip and looked down at the floor. “Like I just told you, I want to fix this. I’ve missed you. I still love you.”
    She moved closer to me as she took her sweater off and dropped it to the floor. She was only wearing a flimsy white camisole and grey short shorts. That top looked good against her caramel skin and her long legs looked even better sticking out from underneath those shorts. I thought back to all those times I had those gorgeous legs wrapped around my waist and I felt a part of me get a little excited. I tried to will myself to calm down. It didn’t work.
    Chloe stood right in front of me, her breasts pushed up against my chest, looking right into my eyes. “Tell me I haven’t lost you, baby.”
    As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t. I couldn’t bring myself to tell her that we could go back to the way things were before all the fucked up things that came our way. I wanted to tell her that I’d put a ring on her finger and make her my wife because she is my perfect woman, the Eve to my Adam, the queen to the king that is me. But I couldn’t. Instead, I just stared at her.
    She took the hint. She dropped her head and I saw her shoulders heave from the silent sobs coming from her. “Okay,” she said, voice breaking. "Okay. Forget I said anything. I’ll leave."
    Chloe Childs stepped back from me and picked up her sweater from the floor. She turned towards the door, but before she could reach it, my hand shot out