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Are you
sorry for what you’ve done?” Then it occurs to me. “Do you want my forgiveness?
Is that why I’m here?” His watery eyes say it all. “NO.” I stand. “AM. I.
UNDERSTOOD? You’ll never get it.”
    I slam the phone
down, Good fucking riddance. “This just keeps getting better.” I don’t look
back. I storm out of there with purpose, unknown purpose. I drive back home
where now I have to face Bryer. Fucking great.

Chapter Seven
     
    ~Bryer~
     
     
    Sitting at my desk, I
make a decision. I would face Cash, give him the ring, then go ballistic on
him, confront the man who has hurt me more than once. As I muster the courage,
my hand trembles as the phone sits in my hand. I press his number and take a
small calming breath.
     
    “So, the engagement
ring did it,” Cash answers.
    What an ass. “On the
contrary, I’m not sure what you think you’ve accomplished, but I’ll be giving
the ring back, again. Meet me at the coffee shop across the street from my
work, now.” I order.
    “Then I accomplished
exactly what I set out to.” He hangs up.
    That man is so
infuriating I have to find a way to stop him from getting under my skin. He’s
such a dirty player, I’m no match for that level of dysfunction. I grab my
coat, the bite of winter is coming, I’ve never been a fan of the cold. The way
the early darkness comes too soon, all consuming. The cloudy depressing days,
the gloomy day changes everything, it changes me. The irony doesn’t escape me,
I just described how I feel about Cash.
    I realize security
won’t see me leave the building from this entrance, maybe I should have alerted
him of my whereabouts. But I’ll be across the street, in a public place,
surrounded by over a dozen people. He’s a phone call away. So I dismiss it.
    I run across the
street holding my coat together for warmth, I think I see a few flurries. I
order the strongest cup of coffee, add my special ingredients, and take a seat.
On second thought, a little Bailey’s would have been the smarter choice.
     
    “Typical.” I see a black
Limo pulling up, and the driver hurries to open the back door. As he climbs
out, I notice every detail, as if it’s all happening in slow motion, still the
same dark suit dressed to perfection, not a hair out of place, his coat lifting
in the cold breeze, expensive everything. I would bet his watch cost more than
my car. Then, I’m slammed in the face with the realization of my actions.
Face-to-face with Cash.
    “May I?”
    Always so polite,
fake charm oozing out of every pore. “Fine.” Feeling annoyed. “I have some
questions for you.”
    “Fire away.”
    His confidence as
powerful as I remembered, watching him take off his coat, straighten his suit
and sit. His hands entwine naturally resting on the table, an arrogant air
surrounds him, and he knows he’s in control. We both know. “The ring, why?” I
ask, no beating around the bush, he doesn’t deserve a soft interrogation.
    His eyes narrow into
slits of irritation. “It’s obvious, isn’t it, Bryer? You’re a smart girl, it
got you here.” Cynicism in his voice.
    “And that is the
ultimate goal, Cash, getting me here? Why, is there more?”
    “Your mother, didn’t
your boyfriend give you the message?” Internally smirking, as our eyes meet.
    “Of course he did,
but you failed to offer any details, other than your cryptic few words.” He’s
playing me with a game I want no part of. But that’s what he does, he’s a
master of manipulation.
    “This is a private
matter.”
    Those words aren’t
sitting well with me, while he runs his hands through his blond hair, messing
it just enough to be a distraction. “I don’t quite follow you, stop acting like
a lawyer circling around the truth, and just tell me. That’s why I’m here,
isn’t it?” Recognizing his way of handling someone.
    “There was a time when
I had you twisted around my little finger.” He smiles, reaching for a piece of
hair that has fallen close