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?