As promised—another update!
EPOV
The divorce took longer than it should have.
That bitch tried to use our relationship to say I breached the contract first.
She brought her lawyers.
I brought Jenks and his firm.
Mine are better.
The Denali's aren't doing too well these days.
I don't care.
It's not my responsibility anymore.
The only reason I know is because Jenks and Jasper are in regular contact with me.
Jenks because of the divorce.
Jasper because I all but dumped the company on him.
Carlisle no doubt keeps a close eye.
I've been looking for you.
You weren't in Forks.
I wonder if you've changed your name.
I hire a PI team to find you.
They don't disappoint.
I don't need pictures.
Just an address.
It leads me to a little house.
Tiny.
But quaint.
Perfectly you.
I arrive just in time to see you get into a car with some douche bag.
Is he your boyfriend?
Am I too late?
I'm not ashamed that I followed you.
You smile at what he says, but it wasn't my smile.
I briefly wonder if you're his Companion because it's the same smile you used to give Carlisle.
I watch you order your food.
On your date.
Wishing you were on it with me.
I notice again that your smile doesn't reach your eyes.
My body tenses when your heads dip together.
Closer as you talk.
I look away.
Grip the steering wheel tighter until it groans, threatening to break.
I didn't follow you just to watch you with somebody else.
Convinced that I could make you happier, I follow you and your date back to your place.
Telling myself I won't cause a scene if you invite him inside.
I breathe a sigh of relief when he gets back in his car.
I wait five minutes.
Then get out of my car and head for your door.
I'm not wearing a suit like that douche bag was.
Chucks have replaced my Perry Ellis.
A white t-shirt and jeans have replaced Calvin Klein.
I didn't bring flowers.
I brought a tiny cactus.
I remember you said you liked them once.
That they reminded you of a vacation you took with your family.
Before the Volturi took you in.
I ring the door bell.
Hand tapping nervously against my jeans.
You answer the door, but before you can send me away, I raise the tiny plant.
"I missed you."
A/N: Remember to check for tomorrow's update. And tell me what you're thinking. Stalking—creepy? Or does the cactus and pining for her make up for it?
