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« I just feel like sometimes you prefer them more than me. I’m your fiancé, Seth. You’re supposed to spend more time with me than you do with your buddies, » she placed the spoon in the sink, washing the Bolognese sauce from it furiously.

« Don’t you think I want to spend more time with you ? It’s the guys ! They are just hard to say no to, you know ? Besides, if I bail they will think I’m whipped or something. » Seth glanced away quickly to avoid her hardening glare. He knew she wasn’t buying it, but he figured it was worth a shot.

« Oh but it’s easy to say no to me when I ask you to stay and eat ? What the hell are they giving you ? Püssy ? Because last time I checked I was giving you that too ! » Alexa hissed. She closed her eyes, rubbing her temples and accepted defeat. « Fine, » She muttered, « I get it. Heaven forbid you’re whipped over your fiancée. »

« Honey, » He cajoled and she smiled inwardly, knowing it worked. « I’m sorry. I’ll cancel with the guys. »

« No, its fine, » She sighed dramatically, sarcasm dripping from her every word. « You should go and hang out with the guys. » She was expecting him to pick up the hint and say he wanted to stay. « I don’t want you to stay just because you have to. It’s not like you’re going to spend the rest of your life with me. »

« No, I’ll stay if it’s what you want, » He muttered, unsure whether she was genuinely going to let him go without another fight or bring it up later. « I can hang out with the guys another night. »

« It’s okay, » she pressed, her tone gaining a sarcastic edge, « I’ll just throw out the food ; you go have fun with the guys. »

« Thanks, Hun. » He breathed out in relief, « I owe you one. » He smiled, kissing her forehead, although he expected a little more resistance, he was happy the fight was over as quickly.

The guys were meeting him at 7 and he expected to be late. It was only 6 :30 and Seth was thankful she wasn’t too mad. « I’ll see you later. » He waved, grabbing his keys from the coffee table.

« Wait… » Alexa she raised an eyebrow. « You’re serious ? I was being sarcastic ! » She said slowly, as if he had hearing problems. Had he not gotten the hint ? Or was he just acting like the idiot he was turning out to be ?!

« B-but you… » He trailed off. « You said I could go. » He snapped, his arms flailing in the air again for emphasis.

At that very second, she hated him with all her might. Hated how he couldn’t read her or pick up her very obvious sarcastic tone, hated his stupid face with his stupid brown eyes and his stupid blonde hair.

Why was he so stupid ? They were engaged for Pete’s sake ! They dated all through college ! Then when he graduated he proposed ! Was that not time enough to understand how she was ?!

« Ugh, you know what ? I don’t give a fück ! » She barked out, wanting to hit him with the pan, « Go hang out with your buddies. From now on, you’re on the couch ! Also, » she laughed angrily, « get your buddies to give you their pussies because you’re not touching mine anymore ! »

« It’s not like it was good, anyway ! » He snapped, instantly regretting it as he saw her lunge for something on the counter. Within a second a glass cup came hurling at him from her direction. He raised his arms to protect himself, but it was too late ; the glass hit his nose full force, causing him to stumble back in surprise and pain.

« Get out ! » She cried out, « And don’t you dare fücking come back ! I don’t want to see your stupid face again ! » They both knew the best thing was space. They have fought before and the thing they needed best was space from each other ; it would all blow over later, he hoped.

« Gladly ! » He sputtered through the nose bleed. « You’re fücking crazy ! » He turned around and stomped out the door, slamming it so hard that the picture of them hanging on the wall fell on the floor and the shattered glass echoed behind.

The apartment felt like it trembled at the force, but Alexa didn’t care. She was already digging into the fridge for the 6-pack of beer. It was Seth’s favourite and it would bring her a great deal of pleasure to be drinking away his favourite beer.

She stomped outside onto the balcony, she popped open a beer, taking a large swig and leaned over the railing. She had wanted to pour the Bolognese all over him, but that would backfire seeing that she would have to clean it up.

The cold wind hit her, blowing her blonde hair around her. She looked over the city, musing about all the people who went by their days, thinking only of their own lives and problems. She was guilty of it too, but she still found it amusing how, no matter how insignificant they all really were, they still believed their own problems were the worst things that could ever happen in that fücked up world.

Finishing the beer, she moved onto another and another until the city lights were a colourful blur before her, dancing and swirling around her vision. Perturbing thoughts continued to run through her mind as she leaned over the railing, letting her hands hang from it.

Alexa sighed, closing her eyes as the soft breeze from the night air brushed against her blonde hair. She opened her eyes, pinching her long hair in between her index and thumb finger and decided that her ends were in a desperate need of a trim.

She suddenly felt herself rocking forward, fear bubbling up her stomach as the floor seemed to disappear from underneath her feet and she was falling face forward down to the dark pit.

Hands quickly clamped around her arm and mouth, stopping her from falling any further. Her eyes flew open in panic, only to see the city still below, but she was nearly completely horizontal with the floor, still 16 stories above the ground.

She let out a terrified scream, the hand muffling it as she was violently yanked up and hauled over the railing, her spine smacking onto the metal painfully. She grimaced in pain, hissing in a breath and prepared herself for another fight.

Seth must have had returned for another one. She knew he had. She opened her mouth, clamping her teeth around the flesh of his hand and bit down hard, causing his hand to fly away from her mouth. « Get off of me, idiot ; I hate you ! »

He didn’t move his hold on her, but fastened his injured hand around her other arm. « Go with your buddies ! I don’t care ! They can have sex with you ! » She let out a deranged laugh, « It’s not like they will feel it. »

She barked at him. « I lied, you know. It’s tiny ! It was tiny in high school and it still is ! » She pulled violently at her arms to try and free them. « You’re a useless prick and your prick is useless ! I don’t know why I ever bothered ! » Tears welled in her eyes as she struggled to keep her sobs in check.

A guttural laugh came from his throat and she froze against his hold. Seth didn’t sound like that when he laughed.

What the hell ?! « Rather amusing, little one. » The man said from behind her, his voice rough and gravely. « But we must hurry along if we are to make it back in time for the gathering. » He spun her around to face him.

Her face was inches away from smacking into a large chest. Alexa observed the man in fear as she took his large physique in.

He was at least 6’3 with deep blue eyes, short black hair and was built like a brick shit house. His chest was broad and packed, full of defined muscle. However, his brawny physique wasn’t what caught her full attention.

It was the deep scars indented into his chest, one expanding nearly all the way across his left peck and down to his 6 pack—and he was wearing a shirt. The scar was bulging out so much it could be seen through the fabric.

« W-who are you ? » Alexa stuttered, her eyes widening in fear as he grinned widely at her, his eyes twinkling as though what she said was funny.

« You should be more worried about what I am, little one. » Her lower lip trembled, but she willed herself not to cry. « But you can call me Trent. » He replied, tapping at something on his wrist that vaguely resembled a watch—with a bunch of small white buttons.

« Alexa ? » Seth sighed as he opened the door, ready to apologise. She was right, spending time with her was important and the guys wouldn’t die if he didn’t spend a night with them. « Babe, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything I said, you’re right. I love you and I swear I’ll make it up to you. »

« SETH ! » She cried out, struggling against the man’s tight hold.

He widened his eyes in surprise as he watched the burly man wrapping his arms around his fiancée’s waist and pulled her into him. She struggled against his virile arms and cried out for him.

Seth stalked towards them, ready to kill the intruder, but a blinding flash erupted from the little silver watch and Alexa clamped her eyes shut. Her stomach dropped and she was reminded of the feeling she experienced when in an elevator ; like her stomach was still trying to catch up with the rest of her body.

The flash dulled and she slowly opened her eyes, astounded to see almost carbon copies of the Trent-guy running around as though it was completely normal.