Author's Note: Once again, thank you for the wonderful reviews. I have to admit, though. I think this story might have 2-3 chapters left, instead of one. Meh, I lied.

Controversy time: This chapter is a bit controversial in nature. While there is no obvious violence in this chapter, it could be uncomfortable to read. So before any of you flood me with hate mail on how "RANDY WOULD NEVER DO THAT!!!!" please keep in mind, this is fiction.

This chapter contains mature themes and adult content.

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Beautiful. It was the perfume that Ayanna wore frequently. She wore many different perfumes and colognes but it was Beautiful that was her signature fragrance. It was light, flowery scent with a touch of musk. Randy was so turned on by the fragrance, he made sure Ayanna's cabinet was stocked with the perfume at all times.

Now he felt stupid.

Sniffing the air, Randy could tell Ayanna just sprayed a little of the perfume on herself. The scent that he was so enthralled with made him disgusted. He actually trusted her. He let spend the night as often as she wanted. He paid for everything she desired. He was in love with her. And for what? Just so she could sleep with his best friend.

As he watched Ayanna gather her toiletries from the bathroom, Randy thought about his emotions. He was so livid with his partner and girlfriend, he wanted to kill them. Though he would never do it, it didn't stop Randy from contemplating the heinous action. But his pride would never let him do it. His anger, however, would always straddle the fence.

Meanwhile, Ayanna was excited about meeting her boyfriend's parents for the first time. As long as she could remember, she was never invited home to meet any guy's parents. She and Randy were becoming closer by the day, it seemed. And there was the talk of marriage. "I can't wait to meet your parents!" Ayanna said excitedly. "I hope my green dress is appropriate."

"We're not going." He stated calmly.

"Oh?" Ayanna asked from the bathroom. "Change in plans?"

"We're not going." He repeated.

"What happened?" Ayanna asked.

"We're done." Randy stated.

What is he talking about? "Done with what?" She walked back into the bedroom. She saw Randy sitting on the bed and he was looking at the carpet. "Randy, what's going –"

"You lying, fucking bitch." He then looked up at her. His face had an emotionless glaze. No life appeared in his eyes. "You fucking nasty bitch."

Ayanna stepped back and grabbed her chest. "Randy, what's a matter with you?"

"What's a matter with me? You want to know what's a matter with me?" He stood up and walked towards her, causing Ayanna to step back against the door. He stood merely inches from her body. His look was so intense, Ayanna felt Randy's blue eyes piercing her soul. "I'm not the one fucking around here."

"Fucking around? What are you talking about?"

"I know everything, Yani, alright? I know every fucking thing." He stated calmly. "I know about you and Dave. I saw you two at Tiffany's earlier."

"Me and Dave? Randy, what are you –"

Before Ayanna could finish her sentence, Randy slapped the door beside her ear. Ayanna's lips began quivering. She was so terrified, conscious thoughts escaped her. Her heartbeat was pounding into her chest. Ayanna had no idea what Randy was going to do. But she hoped to hell he wasn't going to hit her. "Randy, I can explain. It's just a misunderstanding, baby." She reasoned.

"A misunderstanding? A misunderstanding?" He smiled. "Do you think I'm fucking stupid? Do you?" He yelled at her face.

"I'm not listening to this." She began to walk away.

"You're not going anywhere." Randy hastily grabbed her.

Randy grabbed Ayanna's wrist so hard, it hurt her. "Ow, ow, ow…" She cried as her eyes swelled up with tears. "Randy…" She quietly begged. "You're hurting me."

Randy let go of Ayanna and she immediately slumped to the floor to escape her boyfriend's anger. She began crawling away from him, occasionally wiping her tears. She suddenly stopped when she noticed his feet in front of her. She stared at his feet momentarily and hesitantly looked up at him. Fresh tears were building in her eyes and a few began to stream down her cheeks.

"You don't deserve a goddamn thing!" He yelled. "All of this shit that I bought you…" Randy took a vase of roses and slammed it against the wall, causing the vase to shatter into pieces. "You're just like the other bitches out there!"

"Randy, please listen to me." Ayanna begged. Her mascara was running down her cheeks. She was breathing hard due to all of the crying. She crawled to his feet and clutched the back of his legs. "Nothing happened between me and Dave, I swear."

"Did you see him naked?"

"Randy…"

"Did you see him naked?"

"Yes, but…"

"I don't need to hear anything else." Randy shoved Ayanna off him. He grabbed his keys and slammed the door behind him.

Ayanna cried as she sat on the floor. "What did I do that was so wrong?" She begged out loud.

"What did I do?"

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"Thank you for meeting me on such short notice, gentlemen." Dave greeted his clients. "Randy had prior arrangements so he could not be here this evening."

As Dave and his clients were gathering around to discuss the newest line, Randy entered the Parker-Williams offices. He came directly from Ayanna's apartment and was still heated. Dave told him about the late-night meeting earlier that day so Randy knew he was there. It was the perfect opportunity to embarrass his partner.

Randy walked into Dave's conference. Dave looked up and saw Randy approaching him. "Orton, glad for you to join us."

Randy walked up to Dave. He then slammed his right hand to Dave's jaw. Dave immediately fell back and other people in the conference gathered around him.

"I quit." Randy stated before he left.

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The air was somber and thick. The joyous mood disappeared as confusion and disbelief took over. Ayanna knew something was amiss with her boyfriend when Randy did not appear to share her enthusiasm for the upcoming weekend. But as any other girlfriend, she chucked off Randy's mood to his nervousness. Replaying the last images in her mind, Ayanna only wished Randy was edgy. The last hour seemed like a bad dream to Ayanna. How could everything go from perfect to a nightmare within a few minutes?

She was still in the same position she was earlier—on the floor and clutching her stomach. Everything remained the same as before. Her suitcase was still half-packed and her clothing was laid out on the bed. Her bedroom had remnants of the perfume she sprayed. The scent danced with her nose. Now she hated it. It reminded her everything about him. His love. His passion. His anger.

Ayanna looked over and saw the evidence of Randy's anger—the broken vase. She looked up at the wall and saw the damage. There was a slight hole, tore through the drywall. She briefly got up and walked over to the site. She slightly touched it, pulling her hand back quickly. A piece of glass was lodged into the wall. Ayanna sighed as she wondered how she was going to fix her wall.

Ayanna's cell phone rang. She walked over to her bed and picked it up. "Hello?" She croaked.

"Randy told me everything, Ayanna. I can't believe you would do that to me! You were like my sister!" Kristal yelled.

"Kristal, it's a misunderstanding, I swear!" Ayanna pleaded.

"Good-bye, Ayanna." Kristal hung up the phone.

Ayanna stared at her cell phone and wiped more tears. Within two hours, she lost her boyfriend and her best friend. Picking up the phone again, Ayanna dialed Melina's office number and reached her voicemail. "Melina, it's Ayanna. I can't do this anymore." Ayanna cried.

"I quit."