I was gently shaken awake by Matt, he said I slept 'til past noon and he needed to go the store and asked if I needed or wanted anything. Once he was gone, I slowly made my daily morning routine, taking longer in the shower than needed, but it felt so good. I got dressed into a long skirt with a spilt in it, all the way up to right below my knives. I pulled on a pair of high heels, simple to match the skirt. I grabbed an undershirt and slipped it on, then my jacket. I pulled my hair up, half down and the other half in a ponytail.

I looked at my shoulder in the mirror as I put on make up, it didn't look bad, but it still hurt if I tried to do anything in a rush. I pulled my jacket up to cover it as I left the apartment and took the elevator down to the lobby. I walked outside to see a bright day, it was sunny and I smiled. I walked around the city, just enjoying see the new stuff that weren't here years ago.

I noticed that I walked straight in front of Docs. I sighed and walked in, I came here for a reason, and I just had to find out. Doc was sitting at a table and he smiled when he saw me walk in. He got up and hugged me, "M-Marietta, good t-to see ya." I nodded and glanced at the stairs. "Are they here?" I asked and he nodded, I slowly walked up the stairs. I was in front of the door, the door where I lived for a while, had sex with Nicholas and Murphy; I touched the doorknob, but pulled my hand back like it burned me.

I stared at the door for a minute, before raising my hand to knock, but it opened and I was staring at Conner's gun. He lowered it when he saw it was me and opened the door wide enough me to come in. I saw he looked like he just woke up and didn't move, except lowering my hand back to my side. "Come on in." I continued to stare, not moving. "Marietta?" he said and waved his hand in front of my face.

I blinked a few times and nodded, then slowly walked in to see the place was a mess. He put his gun up and looked around, then back at me. "It's messy I know, I mean it wasn't much better when we got it." he said and I left the door open. "Are you alright?" he asked, coming over and shutting the door. I noticed he was close to me and I turned and his face wasn't far from mine. I looked away, nodding my head. "So what's up?" he said, lighting a cigarette, I slipped my hands into my jacket and pulled out the note.

"Conner!" His voice came from the room and he appeared, shirtless and pants unbuttoned. He was scratching his head when he noticed there was someone else with his brother. He looked between us, and then noticed the note. He buttoned his pants and came over, not removing his eyes from me. He went to take the note, but I closed my hand and slipped it back into my pocket. "Conner, what's going on?" he snapped at his brother and Conner leaned against the pool table.

"Say!" he said and finally turned his gaze from me. I watched Conner take a long drag from his cigarette and sigh. "I just decided that it was time for her to actually read it, instead of you staying up all night, folding it up and then unfolding it, reading it and doing it over and over." He said calmly and I thought I saw a vein pop out of Murphy's neck. "You went into my shit!" "I should go…" I whispered and started backing toward the door.

They both turned and looked at me, I stopped and suddenly I was hit from behind and fell into Murphy's arms. "LUNCH IS HERE!" Romeo called and then saw the scene. I was being held up by Murphy, who was staring at me, Conner was shaking his head at Romeo and I quickly got up, straightening myself out. "Oh sorry Marietta, didn't know you were behind the door." He said and sat the bags down on the table.

"Rom, let's take the food downstairs and eat." He said and pulled a few bags into his arm before jerking Romeo with him outside. I was standing in front of Murphy, who was lighting a cigarette now. "Fuck Conner." He hissed under his breath and blew out smoke. I took a step back and sighed, pulling the note out. "Here." I whispered and held it out for him. "It's yours." He said and I nodded, putting it back into my jacket.

"Was that him?" he asked after a minute and I looked at him, confused. "Your fiancé." He grumbled and I realized he was talking about the night Matt came to get me. I nodded and dropped my gaze to my shoes. "Ex-Fiancé." I mumbled and he scoffed. "If he is your ex, then why did he come get you that night?" he snapped and I glared at him. "Because..." I retorted and he looked right at me, his eyes showing hurt and anger.

"Doesn't seem like you want to be his Ex." I clinched my fists and walked over to him, getting in his face. "Don't think you know everything! You have no idea what's it like!" I growled and he stared right back at me, and then took a drag off his cigarette. I grabbed his cigarette and threw it in the sink. He glared at me and I glared back. We stayed like that for a moment, and then I sighed and looked away.

"Why?" he asked and I raised an eyebrow. "What?" "Why are you still with him if you don't want to marry him?" I went to answer, but closed my mouth and thought for a moment. "Because he has been there for me for 8 years, I care for him a lot." I whispered and he scoffed. "I see my letter has had no effect on you at all." "Just shut up! You don't know anything about me!" "Neither do you!" he snapped and I stared at him.

He continued to glare at me and I scowled back at him, he was so infuriating. I went to turn away and leave, but his lips came crashing onto mine with force and I suddenly gripped his hair and tugged on it, closing the tiny space between us. He undid my belts and they fell to ground as he gripped my waist and picked me up. He turned me and sat me on the table; my hand left his hair and roamed his body before resting against his chest.

He pushed my jacket off and I tossed it to the side, then his lips left mine and started kissing down my neck. I found his pants and unbuttoned them with ease, then he pulled away and lifted my shirt off and tossed it away, he picked me back up, still kissing me and walked into the bedroom, then sat me down and pulled off my skirt. He cupped my breast in his hand and gave it a squeeze, making me moan quietly.

He kicked off his pants and boxers, then pulled off my panties and kissed down my neck, then suddenly bit down as he entered me. I gasped and he let me adjust, then started thrusting slowly, picking up speed after a moment. I gripped his hair tight; he started kissing my breast, then took it in his mouth and started sucking on it. I moaned with pleasure and he groaned against me.

I jerked him away from me and pushed him off, then got on top of him and started bucking my hips harder and faster. He gripped my waist and held it tight, I knew I would have red marks, but it felt so good I didn't care. I felt myself starting to tighten and knew I was about to cum, he flipped us over and rammed himself into me over and over, and he came right after I did. He rolled off me, and then we were both breathing hard and staring at each other for a few minutes.

He pushed a wet piece of hair out of my face and I smiled, then pulled him close and kissed him. "I love you…" I whispered and he suddenly got really stiff against me. I looked up and he was staring at me. "What?" "I love you." I repeated and his face didn't change. I suddenly sat up, pulling a cover around me. I looked back at him; he was just staring at me. I got up, wrapped the cover the rest of the way around me and grabbed my panties. I pulled them on and grabbed my shirt when he finally spoke. "What are you doing?"

I turned so fast that he sat up, suddenly looking like he was supposed to. "I'm leaving." I snapped and pulled my shirt on, dropping the cover. "Why? That was great." He said and I felt my anger rising quickly and I couldn't stop myself. "Yeah it was, and I told you the reason I come back and you say nothing, just stare at me! I guess the note you wrote didn't mean anything to you!" I hissed at him and he jumped up, pulled his boxers on and came over to me, stopping me from grabbing my skirt.

"What are you talking about? I meant everything I said in that note!" "Liar!" I said and pushed away from him, but he pulled me back into his arms. "Marietta, just tell me what you want?" I punched him the in chest and he let me go. "I told you I love you and you ask me what I want?"

I was so angry, I was so wrong about him.