Wrong Number: Fuck When I Used To Love You

Hey y'all, sorry I haven't updated in a while and it's been a long minute since I've updated 'Just A Friend' & 'Hiding In Plain Sight', but I promise I'm working on it as we speak. It's been difficult trying to tie everything together just right and make it a masterpiece for you guys to love. Trust me, it's worth the wait. So now with things going with 'Wrong Number', I know y'all are waiting for Roman to enter and I'm here to say; the Big Dog is coming VERY soon and his entrance is AMAZING if I do say so myself. Oh! and I'm going to definitely work on an update schedule, I've been requested not to upload around certain times where cooking is involved like dinner and such (squawswarpath lol). But I've thought about it and I think it's best that I heard the request of my fans. What do y'all think? What time should I update? Morning, afternoon or evening? Send me a PM or drop it in the reviews.

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I believe that's everything, so without further ado here's the next chapter of Wrong Number: Fuck When I Used To Love You. Get ready, it's gonna be a long one!

Songs for this chapter:

Run by Nicole Scherzinger

StickWitU by the PussyCat Dolls

Beware by Big Sean Ft. Lil Wayne & Jhene Aiko

Used To Love You by John Legend

& Fuck Apologies by Jojo feat. Wiz Khalifa

Please Enjoy, Favorite, Follow & Review

~P.S.B~

["Run" by Nicole Scherzinger]

As the sun began to set, hazel brown eyes slowly inched open; sighing deeply at the sight of the dusk light through her curtains. Sluggishly sitting up, Gina lightly rubbed the back of her hands over her eyes as a yawn escaped her lips. Gradually placing herself by the edge of the bed, her toes wiggled in the warm comfort of the off white carpet at her bare feet. Narrowing her eyes at the internal debate of whether to leave her bed or not; Gina opted the first as she attempted to leave from darkness of the warm blankets before making her way to the closet.

With the comfortable clothes draped over her arm, the young woman drowsily stepped into the bathroom down the hall. Moaning deeply as she lifted her tussled hair away from her face, Gina barely flinched at her reflection in the mirror. Black mascara ran down her cheeks, ending at her chin; while her eyeliner resembled tire marks, skidding roughly towards her hairline.

Her burgundy lipstick neatly placed on this morning was smeared over her thin top lip, still in place on the bottom. Shrugging, Regina dragged the back of her hand over them; completing the look of the ugly monster she believed was living inside her. Lowering her head, she pressed her hands onto the edge of the sink. Desperately she wanted nothing more than to crawl back under the blankets and sleep for a few days; but knowing her dreams turned to nightmares of her wedding day, she needed to get up. The longer she stayed in that bed, the more her mind would race. Besides, she needed to wash off the disgusting feeling of Quentin's hands on her.

Dragging her feet towards the tub, she sat on the edge as she turned on the faucet. Swirling her fingers slowly through the rushing water felt calming, but it didn't change her outlook on things. She could feel her body begin to droop, lazily leaning onto the tile wall as her fingers drew circles into the flooding water. As she roughly pulled the shirt over her head, she tossed it to the floor; not caring where it landed. Feeling the change in the water temperature, Gina switched the knobs; turning her face away from the sprouting water from the showerhead.

Finally managing to remove the rest of her clothing, the young woman made her way into the shower. The warm water soon became a comforting touch on her olive brown skin. Steam pressed through the room, making it difficult to see past it while her scattered clothing of the earlier day decorated the floor. Deeply sighing, Gina attempted to clear away the troubles that plagued her mind as the warm water began to scald her brown skin, bringing a reddened tint to her exhausted body.

Pulling the water through her dark brown hair created tight curls framing her face. Trails of water drifted down her face as her eyes closed; behind her smeared eyeshadow covered lids, haunting memories flashed through. The sound of Andrea's laughter as Quentin held her echoed through her mind, reminding Gina of better times with the man she once called her fiancé. Her very own laughter was once as joyous when she was in his arms.

He was gone…and he wasn't coming back.

After the tragic and sudden loss of her father at 10, Regina knew no one would be able to fill the void in her heart. Through the years she never let it show around her friends; but Quentin….he knew it all.

She was so young and foolish back then, believing his words of everlasting love. Graduating at 17 and starting college at 18 was an achievement in her family, few of the women from her mother's side would end up pregnant by 16 and bared the title of both mother and father. But that wasn't what Regina wanted in life. She desired a family as the one she had when she was young. Her father strong and gentle at the same time; would always tell her "Raise your head with pride, don't let your crown slip from your head". Hearing it as a child didn't really sink in until she was a teenager. He wanted her to stand strong like a queen; but now she understood, heavy is the head that wears the crown.

Clenching her eyes tightly shut, Gina laced her fingers together; trembling as she prayed. Prayed that she could take it all back; agreeing to go with him, building a relationship…..losing her virginity, and finally accepting his proposal.

Damning the day she bumped into him, his green eyes matching his father's caught her the moment she turned around. If only she saw the real man behind the mask he wore. Damning her belief in fairytale love that made it so simple for him to slither his hands around her heart, just so he could break it in the end.

Remembering his soft whispers that night, Regina could feel her heart throb in pain at the memory of her surprised gasps when he began. She should've known better when he didn't wait for her to get comfortable, it was excruciatingly painful but she bared through it; all for him. Quivering, Regina wrapped her arms around herself; remembering when Quentin once did the same. That night she lost her virginity, she gained something she hasn't known in years….security.

He was gone…and he wasn't coming back.

A single tear fell from her eyes as she thought back to the day he proposed, vowing to love her and never leave her heart broken. The chilling feel of her engagement ring still adorned on her finger brought on the memory of the childlike joy she once had at the thought of being Mrs. Quentin Venice, a wife by 25. His never ending promises of a wonderful life and children to call their own always made her smile; but now she felt sick to her stomach. Trailing her fingers to follow the pathway of the drifting water, Regina could feel her face cringe at the thoughts she had on her wedding day; wanting to have his children. Thankful that she told him she would never have children out of wedlock, Gina knew if Quentin had his way she would've already had their child. Slamming her hand onto the tile wall, Gina shook her head when she thought on the traumatic pain her son or daughter would've been in; to know their daddy didn't love mommy. She swore as a young girl, she would never allow that to happen and that's why she wanted to wait. A part of her knew it was too good to be true, why didn't she listen; would it not have hurt that much if she did?

What had she done wrong for this to happen?

What made her love leave her for someone else? To be a distant past as he escaped to another for a future he once promised her.

If she would confess it, she would say she was still in love with him. When he tried to restrain her earlier that day, did he not see behind the hurt and pain in her eyes; there was still a pinch of love that called out to him.

Was that the reason he fled? Did she tell him too soon? Or were they moving too fast?

Reminiscing on the years and moments they shared, more tears fell with the cascading water from the showerhead as her nails clawed the tile wall; hoping to grasp a hold of something as her knees began to fold underneath her. If she prayed hard enough, would God hear her? To grant her request to go back in time, and tell her younger self to do one thing the day she met Quentin.

Run; run fast and far from him. As if hell was on your heels, just RUN!

But knowing how stubborn she was and still is; even if the message was from herself, she still would've went with him. It was inevitable.

Biting her trembling lip, Regina hesitated to open her eyes. Whimpering as she tried to hold back the hiccup in her throat, more tears fell from her hazel eyes as her body slumped to the bottom of the tub.

Why didn't she just run that day she met him?

Why?

He was gone…and he wasn't coming back.

["StickWitU" by The PussyCat Dolls]

Regina

Lazily dragging my feet towards my room as I towel dried my damp hair, I sighed at the cuddling warmth from my grey hooded bathrobe. A warm shower was just what I needed after the hellish day I had. But it didn't do anything for the pain still surrounding my heart.

'A heartache won't pay the bills, so I have to find a job and try getting my clothes back without seeing my ex and his hoe' I thought, flipping my dark brown curls to dry the other side. Just the thought brought an image of the pair; I still wished I smothered that bitch.

Pushing the thought from my mind, I irritatingly rolled my eyes as I pushed my door open.

"SURPRISE!"

Stunned by the loud shouts; my eyes widened at the sight.

"Y'all didn't" I questioned, baffled at sea of boxes engulfing the room.

Reaching for an open box, I saw it was indeed all my clothes, shoes and purses from Quentin's house. "How did y'all manage to get this outta there without them seeing you?" I asked, digging into another large box; finding my plethora of purses.

Chuckling, I saw Denzel playfully nudge Tamera forward. "It was Tam's idea to go while you were in the shower. But she failed to mention that you had so much shit Honeycomb" he complained, stretching his back. "You need to give me some of those heels and a bag or two as reimbursement. My back hurting and shit"

Allowing a small smirk and giggled pass through my lips, I glanced from Denzel to Chloe and finally Tamera. I would truly be lost without them.

"Thank you" I softly spoke, getting up from my knees to hug each one of my best friends.

"Anytime cous, It was fun going through that asshole's house." Chloe mischievously chuckled, eyeing Denzel.

Shaking my head as I sat on my bed, I chuckled at the possible damage those two could do. "Please tell me you left the house intact?"

"Unfortunately we did" Denzel griped, folding his arms. "He was watching us when we packed everything in the car. You don't know how badly I wanted to slap his ass down the stairs and call it an accident"

Covering my snickering with my hands, I reached out to hug Denzel again; "I'm sorry, I know it must've been hard to not punch him in the face" I said, attempting to hold in my laughter while babying my friend.

Returning the hug, Denzel groaned playfully "I did manage to 'accidentally' knock over a lamp and painting or two" he admitted, smiling.

"Scratched the table and broke a mirror" Chloe added in, smiling as she lifted her hand at her confession.

Snorting, I glanced at Tamera who shook her head at the two. "Y'all should be ashamed of yourselves." She strongly lectured Denzel and Chloe, both not fazed by her tone. "You should've followed my lead and fucked with his medicine cabinet." She chuckled, shaking a pill bottle.

Leaning up to grab the bottle from her hand, I squealed as I read the label.

"You mixed estrogen into his pills?" I giggled,

Shaking her head, Tamera casually sat on the floor, opening a box; "Not just his pills." She shrugged, "Crush them up just right and you'd never know they were in your shampoo or body wash." She spoke unfazed.

Hearing my laughter felt like reuniting with a lost friend, it felt amazing. As I wiped my eyes, I moved to sit next to Tamera on the floor; placing my head on her shoulder. "You guys are the best" I smiled, glancing from one to the other.

"Nobody messes with our sister" Tamera proclaimed, hugging me tightly.

Sliding from the bed to the floor, Chloe crawled over to join in; only to be playfully pushed over by Denzel, who took his place by my side.

I truly loved my friends.

"I hope you didn't use all my good pills Tam" Denzel question, picking his head up from my shoulder. "That shit was expensive"

"It was worth it, damn it" Tamera sassily replied before tapping Denzel on the back of the head.

[Beware by Big Sean Ft. Lil Wayne & Jhene Aiko]

"Son of a bitch" Regina harshly whispered, not finding what she was looking for in the 15th box.

Shirts, skirts, pants and underwear scattered around the room as the anxious woman searched for it. She prayed it was in the last box. Running her fingers through the jewelry box, she didn't see it. Angrily kicking an empty box near her, Gina sighed as she folded her knees towards her chest. Denzel, Tamera and Chloe had already went to bed hours ago, leaving Regina to her own devices as she went through each box.

Glancing at her phone, she saw it was 2:30 in the morning. Releasing a breath she held, she knew it was too late to go back and get it; for her to show up at his doorstep for something so small would have him think she was desperate to see him. But Regina was anything but the word. Clenching her tongue between her teeth, she unlocked her phone; regretfully going to his social media.

Reading through his recent statuses, nothing said anything about their relationship; only about business. Hearing her phone ding, she saw he updated.

'Just landed in New York, missed the big apple'

Hazel eyes scanned through the status before going to her calendar. Seeing the date, Regina's mouth gaped open at the memo. It was the date of Quentin's big meeting with the board in New York. They would be out of the house, if she wanted to get it back; the perfect time was now.

Quickly getting to her feet, Regina tossed through the clothes piled on her bed; smirking when she found her black hoodie and jeans. Putting on a grey fitted tank top underneath, Regina rushed over to her suitcase; pulling out her black leather gloves. Finishing the outfit with her black running shoes, Regina pulled her long hair back into a bun before putting on a black pixie cut wig she found in the closet. She sighed, attempting to release the anxious nerves she had; finally about to go through with her idea. She would have this one chance, either do it or lose the thing she loved more than Quentin. Tying her black bandanna around her neck, Regina made the decision; she'd be damned if she ever left it with him.

Lightly stepping into the dim lit garage, Gina stayed close to the wall; knowing the cameras were still watching even with the alarm disarmed. Chuckling as she opened the door, she thanked Quentin for being a dumbass and not changing the locks. One alarm for the garage, another for the house; both were still the same as if she never left. The anxious feeling in her stomach gnawed through, thinking that it was too easy to get back in. Did he do it on purpose or did he just forget? Both questions ran through the young woman's mind as she crept up the stairs; noticing the small damage her friends did. Pausing as she crouched down on the top step, Gina peeked over the side; seeing the room doors closed. Whenever he would leave for work, Gina would rarely go with him; saying she hated flying. Honestly she did and when it was just her in the large house, she always had the lights on. Lightly leaning onto the wall, Gina silently waited for any noise to reach her ears. Hearing only her breathing, she glanced back down the hallway before tip toeing to the bedroom.

Gina silently thanked God that the door was slightly opened, giving her enough room to peek through. Scanning her eyes over to the bed, she saw it was roughly made up; meaning they rushed to leave. Remembering there were only the 3 cars Quentin enjoyed for decoration down in the garage that no one ever drove; Regina smiled when she came to the conclusion that she was alone in the house.

Standing to her feet, Gina pushed the door fully open before jogging to the large walk in closet. She may have been alone in the house; but it didn't mean James wouldn't pop up randomly. Remembering one night when Quentin was out of town, Regina caught her future father in law coming into the house at a strange hour; grumbling about his son harboring the good liquor just like his mother. Gina shook her head at the memory when she found what she was looking for.

Nibbling her trembling lip, Gina opened the small jewelry box Quentin kept for his rings and cuff links. Careful not to move anything out of place, Gina clenched her hand into a fist when she didn't see it.

"Damn it" she whispered, before slamming the box shut.

Walking back into the large bedroom, she glanced around until she snapped her fingers; remembering another place where it could be.

Carefully, Gina took off the portrait of the Savannah River off the wall; placing it on the floor before standing to face the medium sized safe hidden behind it.

Inputting the code of the day they met, Regina raised her eyebrow when the safe opened. 'Dumb ass' she thought, pulling the metal door open. Passing over three large Ziploc bags of weed, separated by the names on the label; Gina searched around for the missing item. Growing irritated after pushing over the 5th row of bound hundreds, she saw something shine in the safe from the dim light of the hallway. Inching her fingers towards it, the young woman let out another sigh when she pulled out a glock 42 with a TLR light laser attached near the trigger. Examining the gun, Gina scoffed when she saw it was already loaded. She knew Quentin couldn't shoot for shit, which left this as a last resort for her in an emergency. With a shrug, she clicked the safety on before tucking it into the back of her pants. Angrily shutting the safe, Gina clenched her bottom lip between her teeth as she placed the painting back on the wall. She came all this way to leave fucking empty handed. That bastard knew she loved the item more than him. There was no other place it could be…but around his neck.

Regina

["Used To Love You" by John Legend]

"Mother fucker!" I exclaimed, stomping down the steps.

That punk had it this whole time and didn't tell me! As much as I wished to believe he wouldn't do something like this, to hold something I loved dearly hostage; sneering at the thought I wouldn't put it past his slithering ass to do something so devious. He was the child of a multimillion dollar company, he could buy anything he wanted; but the thing I loved most in this world he had to have!

As I made my way back the way I came, I paused as I flipped the lights on in the garage. Glistening in the light to my left was an all black Rolls Royce, custom interior of dark brown leather with eggshell edgework. To my right sat a full white Lamborghini Gallardo LP560-4 Spyder with blackened rims. And finally nestled center stage was the crowned jewel; a deep burgundy 2011 Cadillac Ciel Concept with cream leather interior, priced around $3,000,000.

Raising my top lip in disgust, I sneered at the vehicles as if they offended me for being there. The son of a bitch had enough money to go around the world, see everything from the pyramids of Egypt to the leaning Tower of Pisa. But this fucker had the nerve to keep something that was worth as much as $20 bucks at a pawn shop, but priceless to me.

"You wanna hit me where it hurts?" I questioned, pulling the bandanna over my nose; covering the bottom of my face.

Turning to the storage closet, I chuckled at the idea. Reaching where I knew he kept it, I took the large metal bar from the wall; tapping the curved end on my glove covered palm. "Two can play this game" I declared,

The sound of glass breaking echoed off the white walls; being in here always made me feel like I was in an insane asylum. Pulling back the crowbar over my shoulder, I grunted as I swung my arms towards the door of the car; putting another dent into it. One down, two to go.

Stepping onto the hood of the Lamborghini, I raised the crowbar over my head before slamming the curved end into the windshield. By the tenth dent, I could feel my stress start to decrease. But my rage was in full force,

"What gives you the fucking right to take something I cherish?" I grunted, breaking the last window.

Panting as I dropped the crowbar to my feet, I stood in front of the last car. "What fucking right do you have?" I asked, softly; pulling the glock from the back of my pants.

Flipping off the safety, I lifted my arm; aiming to the driver's seat. One pull is all it took. Putting five bullets through the driver window, I made sure to put one in each tire and the final six in the body of the car. I sighed in relief at the empty round, dropping to accompany the crowbar on the floor.

I needed a drink, a strong one

["Fuck Apologies" by Jojo feat. Wiz Khalifa]

Placing the chilled glass on her temple, Regina sighed at the email on her laptop screen. Another company refused her; it was difficult to find a job in her clerical field ever since the situation when she got fired last week. Licking her lips as she leaned back onto the chair, Gina rolled her eyes to land on the ceiling fan. She had gotten an unemployment check, but that would soon run out and it wouldn't be enough to get an apartment in Georgia by herself.

Sighing into her palm, Regina stared at the email; considering her options. Before leaving for a business trip to Florida, Denzel did tell her that she was able to move in with him; shaking her head at the statement, Regina deeply sighed before closing the email to try again with another company.

As her hazel brown eyes scanned the details of a hopeful job, she glanced at the door behind her; hearing a heavy knock. Knowing Tamera was in the shower, Gina hesitantly stepped towards the door before peeking out the peephole.

A man with a navy blue cop hat glanced away before looking up at the peephole. Rolling her eyes at the audacity of Quentin calling the police, she reluctantly opened the door; keeping the chain on it.

"Can I help you officer?" the young woman asked, annoyed.

Glancing up at her, the young officer pulled out a notepad; flipping it open. "Yes ma'm, are you Regina Williams?"

"Who's asking?" she remarked, placing one hand on her hip while the other held the handle of the door; ready to slam it if needed.

Reading over his notepad, the young officer pouted his lips before responding "That's classified ma'm. I'm gonna need you to come outside please" he said putting away the notepad.

Pouting her own lips, Regina knew better. "For what? We can speak clearly from where I am" she roughly proclaimed.

"Bitch! I know it was you! Get your ass out here right now Gina!" Quentin shouted, jumping out from behind the cop.

"Oh Quentin, how are you?" she calmly spoke, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm fine, you know trying to process the fact that you fucking left me for your best man's sister."

Sighing deeply, Quentin narrowed his eyes as he inched closer to the small opening. "I know you broke into my house Gina, we got you on camera" he sneered, lifting his lips into a devious smirk that could match a serial killer's.

Widening her eyes in surprise, Regina leaned her head to the side like a confused puppy. "Someone broke into your house?" she questioned, keeping the façade of being shocked. "That's so horrible, so tragic." She said shaking her head slowly, in false sympathy.

"You bitch!" Quentin spat, pushing his fingers through the small opening; hoping to break the chain on the door.

"Oh my goodness, officer please help! Someone is breaking into my house" the young woman cried out, backing away from the door in her most distressed voice.

Quickly pulling Quentin away, the officer glared at the young man before turning his attention back to Regina. "Now ma'm, I'm gonna ask once. Do you have any knowledge or anything to do with the entry and damage to Mr. Venice's home?" he aggressively asked.

Shrugging, Gina shook her head before lightly stepping towards the door again. "No officer, he maybe my ex fiancé but I would never" she stated, placing her hand on her chest; still playing the distressed female. "I'm trying to rebuild my own life, after he…broke my heart" Regina sniffled, covering her mouth with her hand as she began to 'sob' "Please sir, I was here. I would never go back to a place where I was replaced with a newer model" she continued, turning her head to hide her tears.

Baffled, the officer turned to Quentin before returning his gaze onto Regina; removing his hat. "I…I apologize miss. Thank you for your cooperation" he said before walking away.

Deeply inhaling, Regina turned to dab her knuckle under her eyes; catching the few fake tears. Watching her through the small crack in the door, Quentin sneered his lip at the young woman narrowing her eyes back at him. Once upon a time, that same look would drive a sexual shiver up his spine; but now he only wished to remove it.

Glancing down before lifting his eyes to Regina again, Quentin inched closer to the small opening. "We'll just see about things, won't we Gigi?" he strongly stated, smirking as he pulled out an item that hung from a long golden chain around his neck.

Biting her tongue as she watched the item dangle from his fingers, Gina felt her face contort in anger as she felt the same hatred she had the night she went looking for the necklace. Silently cursing at herself for going through the trouble of looking for her childhood keepsake; when it was right where she believed it to be. Clenching her hand into a fist, the young woman sighed before tightly gripping the door knob. Before she could even form the words to beg for it back, Gina slammed the door shut.

"Fucking bastard" she hissed, briefly shutting her eyes.

She knew he wouldn't give her the necklace back, no matter how much she begged. He wanted her to suffer, so he hit her where it hurt. And this time, she didn't know how to retaliate.

Slumping back into the chair, Gina sighed as she ran her fingers through her dark curls. Glancing at the sweating glass on the table, Gina bit her lip before making her way to the liquor cabinet.

She needed a drink, a very strong one.