Chapter 16

Hey Jealousy

Brenda

"No…not yet." I cuddle closer to Dylan as if I won't see him later. He has to go into work, which is normal considering it's during the week but this warm bed, his warm naked body against mine is too good to let go.

Dylan kisses me, it's heated and fierce and I know he is reluctant to move from this white sheet heaven too.

"God. You make it hard to leave." He whispers against my lips. "I'm not sure how I lasted these four years without this." He concludes, it's almost as if he is speaking to himself.

My mind wanders, even the feel of Dylan's hands stroking my body can't keep the thoughts away. Who was he with these past four years…did he have girlfriends? One night stands? Fucking secretaries? Or way way worse Kelly? I know this isn't healthy and the sane part of my brain is yelling at the irrational jealous hag that lives there. This man is crazy about me. He's moving to another country, expanding his business, planning to purchase a place with more bedrooms…presumably he wants a family with me. Here I am thinking about the girls Dylan was with or may not have been with when we were broken up. I'm not stupid, I know this god of a man was not celibate for four years. I wasn't either actually. I mean there was Austin…a few dates and one romp with an American tourist. Something about his American accent had me yearning for familiarity. And there was that one night stand I had with Anna's old boyfriends's roommate. He was Irish, ginger, incredibly hot and a fucking good ass lay. Anna had a kick at that and had tried to get us together for real but even though I had enjoyed myself, three times if I remember correctly, he hadn't been this man in my arms, who I had only been without for about four months when that had happened. I wasn't ready, no matter how magically delicious his dick was. Anna's nickname, not mine.

"What are you thinking about my love?" Dylan's hot breath is in my ear.

"Nothing." I say too quick. He leans out and looks at me.

"You're lying." He shakes his head, "Do I want to know?"

"No…you don't" I chuckle. He groans.

"You know…day dream cheating is a real thing and can hurt as much as the real deal." He jokes, mocking my words from the night we stayed at my parents house.

I roll my eyes playfully, "Don't you have to go to work?" I tease.

Dylan laughs and nods, "I really do babe but…I'll be home early." He kisses me long and hard before getting up. He opens drawers puling out some underwear and socks. I watch his cute little naked ass and smile.

"Stop it now."

"What?" I laugh.

"You're looking at my ass like a snack, I know that look because it's how I look at yours." He reaches for the navy suit I love on him, picking out a matching tie and button down.

"I do no such thing." I smile when he looks at me like I'm completely full of shit.

"Mmmm Hmmm." I watch him get dressed, go through his morning routine of brushing his teeth, splashing on some aftershave all from the comfort of our bed.

He kisses me longer than necessary before he is off to the office. It's something that I have to admit I'm not used to, but should get used to. I keep my feelings inside, that I'm only here for a week and half and he'll have plenty of time to work while we are separated for two months, not wanting to seem clingy and desperate.

I lay in bed for another forty minutes and put the gym in the hotel to good use. I work out on the treadmill for over an hour, having neglected my sad fitness routine since I've been back in LA. I wasn't an exercise fanatic but do try to keep my figure in check because let's face it, food is delicious, carbs are delicious. By the time I shower and get ready for the day it's almost lunchtime. I think of calling Brandon or Valerie but decide surprising Dylan with lunch at his office is a sweet idea. I pick up tacos from a place I know Dylan adores off sunset and head to his office after looking up where exactly it is downtown.

Soon I'm looking up at the huge building wondering if I made a mistake. Should I be visiting him here? I assume he's been busy since he hasn't texted or called me. Will he be upset? I roll my eyes at myself thinking what a moron I am and enter the fancy building. I head to the elevator, scanning the sign to see what floor the CEO is on. I hit the up bottom and soon I'm standing in the elevator on my way to the 10th floor. It stops a few times picking people up on the way. Some older men and women, a few younger too. All dressed in their expensive work clothes looking like 5 million bucks. I glance down at my sundress and wedges. Shit, I should have worn something nicer, dressier but soon realize it's too late for that. The elevator door opens on the 8th floor. The men and women scurry out, only for three more females to enter. They are beautiful, stunning really. Perfect bodies, great hair in shades of brown, red and blonde. All of them dressed showcasing just how amazing their bodies are. They are having a conversation openly about happy hour.

"Maybe the boss man will come again." The red head says with a smile.

"Oh god I hope so. Fuck he does things to me." The blonde says. "I still haven't forgiven you for going home with him that night." She says to the brunette. My heart is racing and I actually glare at them. Boss man? That has to be Dylan right?

The brunette laughs, "Oh come on Samantha…you know him and I had been flirting and eye fucking the shit out of each other all night. You can't be mad that it happened."

My temper is raging, legit I want to throw these fucking tacos at them. I take calming breaths, counting to 10 in my head.

When the brunette starts talking about his tongue I can't help but clear my voice…loudly. The three of them look at me. I don't miss the way their eyes travel down my whole body, looking at my casual outfit that is better suited for the beach then an office. They giggle a little knowing that this whole time I had been forced to listen to their bullshit mouths. The doors finally open and I rush out before I bitch slap them. My anger is radiating through me as I hurry to the front desk. When I get there I turn to see the three women from the elevator talking in hush voices and looking at me. I glare back at them. Of course these bitches would work on this floor. After they pass, my attention goes to the women sitting at the reception desk. She's much prettier than the other girls, which is hard to even believe, also has noticeably larger breasts. With my lips pressed flat, I try to ignore the burning sensation inside my chest. Dylan is surrounded by beautiful women all the time. Even when he moves to London, that probably won't change. This jealousy consuming me is unflattering yet hard to control, especially since he obviously had slept with the one in the elevator.

"Can I help you?" She asks, eyeing me up and down.

What a snob. I look down again at my cute but casual sundress I'm wearing. I despise the fact that she's questioning me all in the way her eyes move, my insecurities getting the better of me.

"Is Mr. McKay available?"

"And may I ask what your business is with him?"

My business with him is none of her fucking business, but I manage to force a polite smile before answering, "Please tell him that a Miss Walsh is here to see him if he's available."

"You don't have a meeting." She raises her over plucked eyebrows with a dismissive glance. "I'm sorry, he's unavailable."

The bitch doesn't know who she is messing with. With the stupid women in the elevator, one Dylan has clearly slept with already teetering my sanity, my claws come out, ready to show her who has the fucking power.

"Let me inform you who I am. My name is Brenda Walsh. I'm Jim Walsh's daughter." I see her expression shift immediately, her muscles slack. "I'm certain you know who my father is. I'm also the woman sleeping with your boss. Now, please ask Mr. McKay if he's free to see me." My stare unforgiving and harsh. She doesn't say another word, dialing his number and mumbling into the receiver.

"He'll see you now."

I don't say thank you. Frankly, she's undeserving. I instead give her a fuck you bitch smile and walk towards his office. I'm beyond livid when I come to his big double doors, letting myself in. Dylan stands up from his chair with a grin on his face. I close the door behind me, keeping my distance for now, given I'm literally a tea kettle ready to squeal.

"Well this is an amazing surprise. How did you know where to go?"

"I looked it up online." I say simply. I don't smile as I hold the white bag tighter. I raise it innocently, "I brought lunch. I…missed you and thought maybe…lunch…I brought lunch." Jesus I'm an idiot. I'm stumbling over a sentence.

Dylan's smile grows as he moves towards me. Tilting his head, he kisses my lips with urgency. I hesitate, puling back as he steps back, watching me. I move towards the window, staring out into the city.

"What's wrong?"

"I hate your secretary."

Dylan remains silent, sitting on the edge of his desk. "Okay…" he drags out carefully, "What did Tabitha do?"

"She's fucking pretty and blonde, and rude."

Dylan smiles. "I see. Well..I hadn't really noticed any of that but…"

I turn from the window quickly to glare at him, "Yeah right."

Dylan laughs, "Brenda…she's good at her job, I'm sorry she seemed rude to you. I'll talk to her."

I turn to look out the window again, I know I'm being irrational. I close my eyes and try to calm myself. Deep, heavy breathing sounds behind me as the hairs on my arms stand at attention while chills run down my spine. Slowly, I turn my head, my eyes meeting his. The temperature in this room becomes stifling hot, causing my breathing to pick up at an uneven pace.

"I…I don't think she'll be rude to me again." I stutter.

"Yeah?" Dylan moves closer, his eyes blazing into mine.

"I…might have told her I was Jim Walsh's daughter and…that I was sleeping with her boss. Maybe…maybe I said that."

Dylan chuckles, stopping just shy of where I stand, close enough for me to smell him. Reaching out, he runs his finger along my collarbone, my body tensing at his touch. He pushes my hair behind my shoulder, and leaning forward, he grazes his lips against my neck, inhaling my skin. The walls start to cave, the touch of his lips on my skin breaking them down piece by piece.

I yank his hair, pulling his mouth into mine, the bag of tacos falls to the floor. His lips taste like heaven, his tongue meeting mine. Unable to stop, my tongue refuses to break from his, barely able to let go as he pulls away.

His eyes blaze with desire as he wraps his hand around my waist, carrying me toward his desk and laying me down, forcing my legs open. Letting out a moan, his eyes widen while admiring my legs, running his hands up my thighs before he forcefully pulls me toward him, then I wrap my legs around his waist.

Out of breath, with my heart running a marathon, his fingers clasp the straps of my sundress, pushing it down at a slow agonizing pace, exposing my breasts. There's no delayed gratification, no admiring my naked form.. His mouth ravages my breasts, sucking hard while I arch my neck, groaning beneath his touch.

His phone begins to ring and with scornful eyes, he presses the phone to his forehead before answering.

"Jim." He almost grunts.

There's silence, and the frustrated expression soon turns into a deliciously sinful smirk. "I understand." Dylan runs his hands along my thigh, grazing between my legs. I hold back my moan, scared of being heard. "Tell Cindy I said thank you. Yes…that's perfect." And with that, he plunges his finger inside me, my back arching as the sensations rippling through me. I close my eyes, desperately trying to control myself and not combust on his desk.

"Sounds amazing. Yep we'll be there. Uh huh. Yes talk soon. Bye Jim."

He hangs up the phone, cocking his head with a wicked sneer.

"We'll be where?" I ask curious, panting, desperate for answers. He ignores me and picks up his phone. Hitting one number, "Tabitha, hold my calls. I'm not to be disturbed when I'm with my girl. Yes, thank you. No need, I have my lunch right here on my desk." He stares in between my legs licking his lips. He hangs up as I giggle, knowing he is referring to me and not the tacos.

He grips my panties, pulling them with force down my legs. When they are freed from my ankles, he balls them up sticking them in his pocket. My eye brows raise with a grin. Before I can even tease him or ask him if he plans to keep them, his head in between my legs. He pushes my legs farther apart and I gasp at the sensation that flows not only at my center, but through my entire body. He devours me, licking teasing sucking it's too much and not enough all at once. It feels phenomenal, fuck that brunette but my god was she right. I push her out of my head ignoring the jealousy clinging back up, enjoying the tingles pushing me closer to combustion. It feels amazing but I want him inside me. I tug at his hair a little, he gets the hint, pulling away and gently biting the inside of my thigh.

"Fuck I missed you." His words warm me, since it hasn't been more than four hours since I've seen him. He unzips his pants, he pushes both his boxers and pants down his thighs, his cock throbbing hard as it springs free and slaps against his ripped stomach. I watch him, wanting to taste it so bad.

Painfully slow, he gives his shaft a couple strokes before sliding it against my swollen clit. I brace for him, my body pleading to be at his mercy and feel him whole. The torment in his expression drives my desire beyond its limits, begging to take all of me right now. He pushes himself inside me, my back arching in delightful pain.

I desperately want more, his lips and hands to touch every part of me. He thrusts slowly, in and out, watching himself do it. I'm so turned on as I watch his head rise, leaning up toward the ceiling, his mouth opens in ecstasy as he moans with me. I'm aware we're being loud and he doesn't seem to care, like me. God I hope that stupid secretary hears us, and the rest of the elevator squad, which is so unlike me.

He suddenly pulls out and that full delightful feeling is gone, I don't have time to miss it because in the next second he flips me around, pushing my chest into his desk. Forcefully, he uses his legs to spread mine as far part as they'll go. He slides back inside me, leaning over, he covers my mouth with his hand while pounding into me.

The desk is shaking, the papers flying everywhere. The screams are muffled in his hand, my body ready to combust from the intensity of his animalistic demand to own every part of me and show me…I own him right back.

Quickly, he turns me back around, my hands gripping the edge of the desk. I bite into his hand, exploding all over him, the rush consuming every inch of my body and finishing with a blissful warmth. His thrusts are desperate as he lets go of my mouth, pounding into me harder a few times before his body shakes, exploding inside of me.

Our breaths, shallow and uneven, command the room with its noise. He leans down his head on my bare breast, still connected intimately. I continue to lay still, trying to catch my breath as I begin playing with his hair while he rests on top of me.

Breaking the silence between us, "Brenda." He says quietly, looking up into my eyes. "It's always been you baby. You're all I see." He tries to settle the jealousy he knows is and was blooming. His thumb runs against my bottom lip.

"Do you promise? This will get harder before it gets better."

"I love you, Bren. Nothing…no one will stand in our way this time."

His deep stare, full of promises, fills me with hope. For as long as he'll protect what we have, I'll choose to fight for him…for us. Even through the beautiful secretaries and two months of separation. Dylan is the only man I want more than life itself.

The days pass so quickly, Dylan and I both have plans to hang with everyone before I go. Dylan invited me back to the office to meet for lunch. This time he's promised me this fabulous sushi place around the corner and since the office romp earlier in the week, he's made it a point to invite me more often. Introducing me around to his associates and executives. He's making an effort to show me his world is mine too. He doesn't want secrets and he wants me to know his business life hoping it will ease my discomfort on leaving. Being with Dylan again has made me realize I was naive to ever think that my love for Austin could ever truly compare to how I feel for about him. It's like nothing matters when I'm with Dylan, yet in the same breath, nothing matters when I'm not in his presence. No matter what I do, he's on my mind and all over me as if I'm breathing him in.

Sex has become an addiction, my body falling mercy to his touch. I've never experienced intimacy to where nothing is off limits. When we're alone, we continually raise the bar with our naughty rendezvous, and frankly, Dylan is insatiable.

Every night and morning we are intimate. I feel like I hardly get any sleep, but I never feel exhaustion. I'm high, naturally just from his presence. We serious fuck non-stop, which neither one of us ever complains about. His work schedule is sometimes hectic and we found ourselves even being creative with our efforts. He is always home for dinner, something he promises will never change. He takes me to restaurants, we went to the movies, we do couple things. We've fucked on every inch of this hotel room, the conference room in the hotel, his car…well all of them, his office…wherever and whenever the need calls, which is often. I can't get enough of him. We cuddle and talk for hours. I've learned that Dylan wants two kids, a boy and a girl, and if we get the same sex he wants to try a third time. He wants to travel with me and our family, he wants to teach our kids French. He wants the best for all of us and to live the life people dream about. It all seems unreal. Like a dream or fantasy that people write about in books. A happy ending only acceptable for the big screen.

I also know that it's only a matter of time before life pulls us in different directions. Dylan's travel schedule will become hectic. Even after the two months, he'll be flying back and forth from London to LA at least once a month, then to add to that he's at the office, caught in meetings, he runs an empire after all. I'll audition for my play and if I get it, I will be at rehearsal 8 hours a day. When the play premiers, we'll have 2 showings day for at least 5 months, then another 5 months of traveling. Dylan has assured me, things will be fine, they'll work out, we'll manage, we belong together, we love each other, I just don't know if thats enough.

Dylan

The pursuit to dominate the European market isn't without its challenges. The pressure is mounding and my impending move adds to it. I'm pulled in every direction, and sleep isn't coming easy. Thank god I have Brenda to ease my tension or I may have given myself a stroke. Jim is more demanding of late, assuming I'm at his beck and call with every goddamn emergency. Part of me is thankful, for our new found closeness and then the other part of me knows that, new bond or not, Jim is still a pain in my ass.

I'm given a video tour over Skype of the potential London office, all of which becomes this added stress. I'm almost ready to ask Bren to stop by there and check it out for me when she returns, she knows what I want. Then there is the staff relocations. I've been given a list of our top executives, sales people and beyond to try to put together a starting team to move. We are talking moving to another country, not only am I looking at the best of the best that won't take away from the LA office but subconsciously I'm looking for people that are all about their career. That don't have big families that would welcome the added income and opportunity. Jeff my top executive has already signed his contract to take over as CEO here and he's working closely with me to see the day to day operations. One down, so many more to go. I have meetings all day with potential relocations and it's fucking trying. I did have Tabitha save some time this afternoon for Brenda. When she came in here all fiery and cute, jealous and mad the other day, I couldn't help be turned the fuck on by her. Tabitha, because she bothers Bren, will not be offered a job in London. I'm sad by it, she's excellent but Jeff will need a good person that knows the ropes and if it makes Brenda more comfortable then it's fine.

I can't be frustrated by Brenda's jealousy because mine is there too. It's already been an issue in our relationship, past and present. Anytime she mentions another man's name or talks about the opposite sex in regards to plays or whatever, my temper gets the better of me. I hate myself for it, but the thought of another man touching her sends me to the brink of insanity. I almost lost her to Austin Fucking Evans…I can't help my insecurities. The only thing I can do is understand, try harder and make Brenda's insecurities my top priority.

Back to my secretary, there really isn't anyone else on my list to take her place, so I have my VP conducting some online interviews with people that already live in London to take the position as my new secretary. He promises to send me 5 of the best candidates for the final decision. Fine by me, the less I have to do the better.

After Brenda's first visit to the office, we enjoyed cold tacos and talked about the upcoming move. I showed her some properties that I had found online, but I can tell something else was bothering her, even after my rather aggressive sexual take down to prove I'm hers.

I stand and stretch, one more meeting before my lunch with Brenda. The candidate is my top sales rep, seeing her stats and accomplishments with my company is outstanding. I plan to offer her the position no matter what, so this should be shirt and sweet. My phone rings before I take my seat again. I grab it quickly.

"Yeah?"

"Brittney VanHutton, is here for your eleven-thirty, should I send her in?"

I ruffle through paperwork finding her information, top sales person, not married, no children, up for lead sales. "Yep send her in."

I'm reading and catching up on her latest numbers when my office door opens. My eyes catch the black straps wrapped around her ankles in my peripheral.

"Thanks for coming Miss VanHutton, come on in and take a seat." My eyes draw up, and I'm faced with a the one and only person I've bed at the office. She smiles warmly at me.

"Thanks for setting up the meeting Mr. McKay." She sits across from me, my eyes betray me glancing to her long, lean tanned legs as they cross. My eyes flicker to her face, fuck she caught me.

"Brit?" I say stunned to see her. "You're Brittney VanHutton?"

Her eyes implore me while her lips curve up into a smile. "One and the same."

God damn it. The one and only time, over two years ago that I attended happy hour, something I was told to do by a few of my associates to meet the staff, the reason why I don't shit where I eat is sitting directly in front of me.

I clear my throat, be professional, Jesus Dylan. Yes the shock of seeing her is big but I was not prepared for how sexy she is. The night we went home together, hasn't even been a thought in my head. I knew she worked here but I hadn't had a run in with her or a conversation with her since that mistake of a night.

"Your sales are the highest in the department." I say businesslike, ignoring the soft V-neck dress, tight and hugging her curves in all the right places. Brenda…Brenda…Brenda.

"Thank you sir."

I sit silently, not wanting to offer the position anymore. Nope she can stay here in LA, continue to shine here. I do not need this woman moving to London.

"Well…I just wanted to say, keep up the good work. I'm going to talk to your supervisor and personally see to it that you receive a raise for your hard work."

Brittany's lips press into a hard line. "I…I'm sorry sir I was under the impression that I was going to be offered the lead sales position in your new office in London?" Fuck.

"I'm still going through the process, and yes you are one of the contenders." I lie, "I'm meeting with all of them individually just to say thank you and to look over your accomplishments. Thank you for the great job you have done here. Someone will be in touch soon, after I make my decisions." I stand, giving her the hint the meeting is over.

She doesn't look happy, and doesn't get up to leave. "Is this because we fucked?"

My eyes widen, "Excuse me?"

She takes a deep breath and stands, "Look off the record. We had a good night. Phenomenal really but this opportunity is something I've been dreaming about for a long long time. Now I know you've been meeting with only the people that are a for sure a shoe in for this relocation, so I'll ask again. Is this because we fucked?"

"No." I say sternly, I can't say the truth because this woman can nail me for sexual harassment, and so many other laws it's not even funny. "Brittney…that was a long time ago, when I first had started this business and a complete mistake." She flinches like I wounded her, "No…you are a contender for the move. I have to think of LA too. If you are the best, it may actually benefit me to keep you here…and make you a lead here." I pull shit out of my ass. What do I care if this happens. I won't be here and she is good at her job.

"I see. Okay." She stands then, leaning over the table, purposely showcasing her cleavage. I divert my eyes, not wanting to encourage her in any way. Apart of me thinks she may know she won't be offered the position in London and in the words of Britt, yes it has everything to do with the fact we fucked. "I'm a hard worker, and I'm damn good at my job. You remember right? I can remind you." Her efforts are desperate.

I bite my tongue, trying my best to think of the appropriate words to let her down. Yes, she was a good fuck at a time of my life where I was so fucking lost without Brenda I would have fucked anything with brown hair and skirt. I know better now.

"That won't be necessary, that was a long time ago and definitely is not appropriate conversation to have at this moment."

"Dylan?" Her eyes begging getting past the formal, "I want this job, I'm sorry about all that." She looks embarrassed and I feel bad. It isn't her fault and if it was any other person I would have offered them the contract already. I sigh and get up walking around my desk to stand next to her.

"You're a phenomenal salesperson, let's just forget this meeting ever happened. I'm sorry to be so…cold. I wasn't proud of my actions that night, it's not the kind of boss I want to be but that isn't your fault."

She nods, hiding the shimmer in her eyes from unshed tears. "Thank you." She breathes.

I smile at her, I can't do it. "The reason why I brought you here, is to offer you the position as lead sales in the new office in London." hold out my hand.

"Oh my god." She smiles, clapping her hands together in a praying motion, "Thank you thank you." She ignores my hand and rushes to embrace me. I laugh at her excitement, raising my hands and hugging her back. She leans out, still holding on to my arms, "You won't regret this sir."

A loud noise enters the room as the two of us turn towards the door. Brenda is standing there with her hand on the doorknob. Tabitha runs behind her, panic-stricken.

"Hey baby." I smile, happy to see her. "We were just finishing up."

Her eyes dart back and forth from me to Brittney, then at her arms still attached to mine. Quick to realize our interaction looks suspicious, I pull away and create distance between us.

"Miss VanHutton, this is Brenda, my girlfriend."

"Brenda…my top sales rep Brittney VanHutton."

Brittney moves to face Brenda, "Nice to meet you." She extends her hand.

Brenda glances down at it then back up at her, ignoring her extended hand, "Actually we shared an elevator last week."

Brittney gets visibly uncomfortable, "That's right. Nice to see you again."

Brenda shakes her head, "Some conversation." Brenda smiles, I know it isn't sincere, "Who knew happy hours and office gossip could be so scandalous." Brenda's eyes look into mine.

Ummm what?

"Well. Congratulations Miss VanHutton. We will be in touch. Tabitha can you show Miss VanHutton out for me."

"Sure thing Mr. McKay."

Brittney smiles at me, then nods a friendly smile at Brenda. She moves around her and I don't miss how Brenda's eyes follow her exit. I move towards her, taking Brenda's hand puling her away from the door and closing it behind them.

"Lunch should be here soon." I say my hand caressing her cheek, I lean down to kiss her lips but Brenda pushes me away, forcefully. I'm not sure why I thought we could skim over what just happened but I was dead wrong.

"What was she doing here?" Brenda seethes.

"She was my 11:30." I answer honestly.

"You're 11:30 what? Office fuck…or were you guys making happy hour plans again?"

I stare at her, "What are you talking about?"

Brenda comes in a few feet and tosses her purse down on the chair, "Cut the shit Dylan, I know you had sex with her. I was prvy to the office gossip and how you know how to use your tongue."

I sigh, "That was years ago…in the beginning of starting this business. I attended one happy hour and yeah…we had sex but she's the only one I've slept with at work."

"How commendable." She crosses her arms, "So what was the meeting about."

My hand comes out as the other shoves into my pocket, this wasn't going to go over well, "I'm conducting meetings with the contenders to relocate to London."

"Contenders?"

"Yes…contenders." I repeat.

"Is Brittney moving to London?" She holds her peeved stance.

"Yes." I say simply.

Brenda scoffs storming out, the hurt evident on her face. I call her name, following through the office doors until we're in the lobby. She presses the elevator repeatedly, desperate to get away from me. I grab her arm, willing her to stop.

"Fucking hell, Brenda. What is wrong with you?" say quietly but stern.

She turns swiftly, nostrils flaring with widened eyes, "What is wrong with me?" She yells. My attention looks around the lobby quickly. People stop and stare at us. I take Brenda's wrist in my hand and pull her unwillingly in a conference room, a few feet away from the elevator. I pull the shades and close the door.

"This is my place of business. I get that your angry but you need to calm down." I say with a raised voice. "This is not the place to discuss this. Brittney is a good sales rep, she was hand picked by my top executive, I didn't even put it together that she was the same woman I went home with years ago until she was standing in my office. I couldn't not offer the position, it's against the law. She could come after me for so much shit if she even remotely thought I was refusing her promotional because we had sex."

"And whose fault is that?"

"Brenda…don't start this with me."

"Don't start what?" She yells, almost a cry, "I get it, we've been apart for four years, it's hard combining our lives, I get there will always be beautiful women but why did it have to be the one that you've slept with?" Brenda cries.

I lower my head, unsure what to say.

I calm myself looking into her eyes, "I'm sorry. I couldn't not offer her the job. She was the only for sure person planned in this relocation in that department. I felt bad…okay. It wasn't her fault, I got drunk and went home with her. I haven't seen her since. Not even around the office. Brenda…I know we have our insecurities but you have to understand, she is the best at what she does."

Brenda laughs out loud with a shake of her head, "Oh I bet she is."

"That's not fair…I don't ask you who you've slept with in the years we were apart, I don't want to know actually. You were going to marry someone else. I'm moving to London. I love you." I rush out. "You have no reason not to trust me." Brenda goes to move and I pull her back, I wasn't finished, "I was faithful to you in London, I know I wasn't always but I was then. Brittney was a mistake and a long time ago. We hadn't even been together in two years. She meant nothing to me, I didn't cheat on you…if I'm being honest I cheated on Kelly with her not you. You have to trust me baby." I beg.

Brenda rips her arm from mine, the minute I see her face, I know she has no idea Kelly and I tried another go.

"What?" She breathes. "Oh my god." Her hand covers her mouth as tears fill her eyes quickly. She moves quickly heading for the door, "Bren….Brenda!" I follow her. Just as I'm about to open my mouth to tell her how much I love her and that I'm so fucking sorry. The elevator opens with a loud ding.

We both glance at the open elevator, and the familiar brown eyes are staring directly at us.

Jim Walsh

In the flesh.

His eyes take in his daughter, openly crying, sadness radiating off both of us.

"Brenda? Are you okay?" His eyes move to me, they darken immediately.

"No. Excuse me daddy." She moves into the elevator, pressing the button over and over. I watch the doors move to close, the last thing I see before they close completely is Brenda's heartbreaking face, breaking down.

OK soooooo that was longer than anticipated. Brenda and Dylan's fight. Don't worry they make up. Next up Dylan has to find Brenda to make things better and deal with Jim and Brandon. A proposal and a surprise wedding all in the same day. Brenda and Dylan say goodbye for two months. Hit review kids. It's winding down.