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Chapter 12

Life comes at you fast.

"Uncle Tyler!" Andy dashed into the kitchen. I moved away from Tyler almost immediately, busying myself with the rest of the dishes.

"Hey kiddo how's that arm of yours?" Tyler picked him up and threw him over his shoulder.

"It stopped hurting like ten years ago."

"Ten years huh? That's even older than you are" Tyler said as he carried Andy out into the next room. "Where are those sisters of yours?" His voice was trailing off.

I squatted down and started picking up the pieces of the broken plate I had thrown earlier, thinking about how my life had changed in the past few years. When Reid and I first were married, we were inseparable. Everything we did revolved around each other. Then he started up Garwin and Simms, I had gotten pregnant, and years later here we are. I'm cheating on him with his best friend, he's having some sort of German affair with a whore named Violet, and I'm pregnant again. With Tyler's baby. What have I done? I nicked my finger on a piece of glass and instantly brought it to my mouth. It serves me right, karma is a bitch.

A few minutes later Tyler walked back into the kitchen and I automatically tensed up. I couldn't keep this up could I? Tyler was Reid's best friend, his business partner, his brother. And here I am, his neglected wife, pregnant with his best friend's bastard child. God, what have I done?

"Reid said to tell you that he's sorry and he'll make it up to you." Tyler sat down at the bar, next to me.

"This is so like him! This is our ninth wedding anniversary Tyler! He was supposed to meet me here and then we were supposed to go to dinner together and celebrate. Celebrate what now? A failed marriage?" I slapped my hands on the counter. "I need another one of these." I said to the bartender. He nodded and began mixing another cold martini for me. "Do you want anything?" I looked over at Tyler, my vision was slightly blurred.

"No, I should get going." He stuck his hands in his pocket.

"Come on, just one drink. I need the company." I looked around and the bar was empty, except for the bartender, Tyler, and I.

He nodded his head and the bartender began mixing another drink. "How many have you had?"

"Right now I'm up to six. But it will probably about eight or nine to knock me out cold." I answered, chugging my new drink in not a very lady-like way.

"You should really go easy on it though. Drink some water or something." Tyler looked at me, worried. It was the first time, in a long time, another man had looked at me like that. I sort of liked it.

"It not like I'm getting wasted across town with a bunch of college students. I live fourteen floors up." I reminded him.

"You should still go easy, Eliza. I know Reid's been gone a lot, but you know, you can always talk to me… you know? Alcohol really doesn't fix everything..." Tyler spoke quietly.

I studied his features out of the corner of my eye. He had grown up, quite a bit actually, but was still the shy and quiet Tyler I had known in high school. Unlike the rest of his "brothers" he had never married, and had a string of exotic supermodel girlfriends. But he never seemed happy, at least, that's what Reid had said. Tyler was built like an athlete. His hair was a bit darker, his eyes a bit bluer. The fact that he always had a day's worth of stubble was intriguing for him. He definitely had his looks going for him.

The bartender slid Tyler's drink down the counter and my arm went up to instinctively grab it. So did Tyler's. I pulled back at the touch of his hand. It felt like a bolt of lightning had just gone right through me. I looked at Tyler and I could tell he was thinking the same thing.

We made eye contact, as I pulled his hand up to my lips, and kissed it. I let go of his hand and it dropped to my shoulder. I leaned in and he didn't stop me. Our lips met not once, but twice. The first time, it was shy and quick. Just a peck. I pulled away at once, feeling rejected. Before I knew it, Tyler had leaned over and closed the gap between us. Our lips met again, and this time, there was nothing shy about it.

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I looked over at him, watching him pull his pants up and buckle his belt like nothing had happened. The alcohol was wearing off and my body was still flushed with satisfaction and guilt. His eyes met mine, and I knew what I had just done, I could never take back. "I'm sorry." I ran out of the bathroom, through the bar, and to the elevator. Once the elevator doors closed shut, I hit the stop bottom, and fell to the ground, sobbing. For the first time, in the past hour or so, I thought of Reid. I thought of what I had just done. And I hated myself for it.

"I got the mail today." I pulled out a beer from the bottom of the fridge. I grabbed a glass from the cupboard and dropped a few ice cubes into it as I talked. "Some woman named Violet sent Reid a card, thanking him for last weekend and suggesting they do it again." I poured the beer into the glass and handed it to Tyler, who was sitting on the counter. I ran my fingers through my hair. "I think he's having an affair."

I avoided Tyler's eyes. I knew what he was thinking. He hopped off of the counter and took my hands in his. "The timing is perfect then." He kissed my forehead and placed the now empty glass behind him. "We can tell Reid about us, you and the kids can move in with me, and we can have this baby together." He stopped for a moment, clearly thinking about what to say next. "You still have the papers, don't you?"

I nodded. The divorce papers were in my desk at my White Rose office. I still hadn't filled them out though. I felt nauseous the day I picked them up at my attorney's office. I still felt like vomiting every time I opened my desk drawer and saw them.

"So let's do this Eliza. You, me, the kids, and the baby. We can be a family, a real family." He spoke hopefully. "I love you."

The front door opened and I heard a briefcase fall to the ground. "Oh shit." I pushed Tyler away from me and ran to the refrigerator. I wasn't sure what I was looking for, or why I was even at the refrigerator, but it seemed to work. Tyler and I didn't look suspicious.

Reid walked in and sat down at the kitchen island. "Why are you here?" He looked over at Tyler and raised an eyebrow. I pulled Reid's dinner plate from the top shelf and placed it in the microwave to heat up.

Tyler played it cool. "Just stopped by to tell her what you told me and she offered me dinner." He was getting too good at this.

"Hey baby." I said kissing Reid's cheek, avoiding Tyler's heated gaze.

"How much longer for dinner?" Reid looked tired.

I looked at the timer on the microwave. "About a minute or so."

"Well, can you just take it out now, I'm starving?"

I looked over at Tyler and pleaded with him not to say anything. I pulled Reid's dinner from the microwave and set it in front of him.

"I should get going." Tyler finally interrupted.

"Yeah man, I'll see you tomorrow." Reid answered with a mouth full of food.

"I'll see you out." I added quickly, power walking out of the kitchen and to the front door.

After I shut the door behind us, Tyler grabbed a hold of my arms and kissed me passionately.

"Tyler!" I yelled quietly, after he pulled away. "We can't keep doing this when he's in the other room."

"Oh come on," He tucked a strand of my red hair behind my ear. "He's oblivious."

"That doesn't matter." I quickly retorted, stepping away from him. "We have to be careful."

"Tell him tonight Eliza." Tyler walked forward and pinned me against the wall of the building. "Tell him that I'm the one that makes you scream," he kissed my temple and moved lower. "I'm the one that makes you moan," his hand was traveling down a path to the unknown. "I'm the one that makes you cu-"

"Tyler! Enough." I cut him off, pushing him away from me. "I'll tell him tonight, okay?"

"Call me once you do. I don't think I can go another night without you." He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him. "I love you Eliza, I really do. I won't ever take you for granted, you know that don't you?"

I nodded, a lump in my throat was forming. "Just go for now Tyler. I'll call you once I tell him."

Tyler kissed me once more before he left. I watched the elevator doors shut close, before I walked back into the house. I didn't know what I was going to say. I didn't know how Reid was going to react. But this guilty feeling I have had for the past year was killing me. I needed to come clean, not for my sake, but for Reid's.

"How was work?" I sat down in the chair next to him, fidgeting with my hands.

"Long." He spoke with his mouth full. Now I know where Andy gets that from. "I stopped off to get the mail tonight and the box was empty. Did you get it already?"

I studied his facial feature for a moment. Did he mean, "Did you find the letter my mistress wrote me?" He looked content, as if nothing was wrong, nothing was going on. "Yeah, I got it this afternoon." I finally answered.

He swallowed his food before he spoke again. "Anything for me?"

Should I tell him? Should I tell him that I opened the envelope addressed to him and read the letter Violet wrote him? "Just junk mail." I lied. "Do you want a beer?" I quickly changed the subject.

"Yeah, no ice though and just skip the glass. It's been a long day." He didn't seem to notice my nerves.

I stumbled through the kitchen, grabbing his beer and opening it with the bottle opener. I had never been this nervous in my entire life. I set the beer down in front of him, shakily. "Reid, we need to talk." I spat out.

He looked up at me with his pale blue eyes and said, "I know."

It caught me off-guard. "You know?" My voice was squeaky.

"I know." He reached for his beer and took a sip. His eyes never left mine, almost daring me to confess.

Oh, shit. He knows.