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Epilogue

Ivy took her cell phone out of her purse and began to dial Jayson's phone. She was approaching Sorrento's, the restaurant where she was supposed to have met Jayson for dinner hours ago. There were very few cars in the parking lot, so Ivy knew that the place must have been almost empty at this hour. However, her hopes were lifted when she saw that Jayson's Mustang was amongst the cars remaining.

Ivy was about 100 feet from the entrance when the front doors opened, and out walked Jayson Steadman, arm-in-arm with a leggy blonde that she didn't recognize. Ivy ducked into an alleyway so as not to be seen by her cheating boyfriend. She finished dialing Jayson's number to see something.

One ring… two rings… three rings… "Hello?" Steadman answered, trying not to react to the blonde writhing against him.

"Hey, Jayson," Ivy said, trying to hide the pain in her voice. "We just got out of that damned elevator," she exaggerated, "Are you still at the restaurant? I can be there in, like, fifteen minutes if you still want a late dinner or something."

"Actually," Jayson said, getting to his car and reaching for his keys, "I left the restaurant about an hour and a half after I called you last, figuring you'd probably be stuck for a while." The lie came to him so easily that it hurt Ivy hearing it. "Maybe, you could swing by my place later for a nightcap or something?"

"You know, Jayson," Ivy said, tears beginning to brim, "I'm actually kinda fried after the whole day. Rain check?"

"No problem." Jayson said, dismissively. It didn't matter to him; one way or another, he was getting laid tonight.

"See you tomorrow." Ivy said, wanting to end the conversation as quickly as possible.

"I'll probably be in a little later in the afternoon, so I'll see." Ivy could tell by his voice what he was planning to do the rest of the night.

"Okay." Ivy almost croaked out before snapping her phone shut.

"Who was that?" Ivy could hear the bubbly voice coming from the leggy blonde. Ivy could tell she was probably some sweet little airhead that Jayson picked up in the restaurant's bar. The fact that Jayson would lie about it broke Ivy's heart somewhat. Jayson's response to the blonde's, however, took what was left of Ivy's heart and shattered it to a million pieces.

"No one, baby. Let's go." Jayson grabbed the blonde's face and almost gobbled it up in a kiss. After making out for almost a minute, they both entered the Mustang and sped out of the parking lot, probably towards Jayson's apartment.

Ivy composed herself somewhat and made her way back to her car. Getting in, she sat and stared out the windshield and thought about what had just happened. The last words she heard from Jayson echoed like a taunt, 'No one…' she thought, 'I can't believe it… Deric was right.' She recalled the conversation in the elevator and her naïve reaction to it. The weight of the whole day plus what she just saw finally hit Ivy. The tears flowed, unchecked, down her face. She can't believe she thought that Steadman loved her; hell, she couldn't believe she loved him. Unbidden, another talk with Deric came to her mind: "Anytime, and I mean anytime, you want to talk, I'll listen… Here's my cell number." Searching her contacts list, she found Deric's number and hit 'dial.'

One ring…two rings…three rings… 'Come on, Deric. Pick up.' She thought as she heard a fourth ring. She was about to hang up when she heard something on the phone.

"Hello," she heard a voice on the other end. Ivy was about to explain what she just saw when she heard, "I'm not available at the moment. More than likely, my battery is dead. Please leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible. Thanks. Later…" signaling that she had gotten Deric's voicemail. The tone signaling the speaker to begin their message went off. A few seconds passed without a word before Ivy snapped her phone shut, ending the call.

'Anytime, huh?' Ivy thought, before starting her car and heading back to her apartment.