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wears his tattoos
proudly, his chest square and jutting forward like a vain peacock. I
want to fucking punch him. Again. How
dare he flaunt the time he spent with her in front of me like that?
    “What do you want,
Blake?” Tyler asks, clearly bored.
    “Expecting me?” I
ask, walking past him into the apartment, not waiting for an
invitation.
    “Sooner or later,”
he says, walking over to lean against the kitchen counter. “I
presume you’re here to tell me to stay the hell away from Emily.
Always very possessive over your toys, right big brother?”
    Snide
bastard.
    “I don’t know what
fucking game you’re playing, Tyler, but it ends now,” I say
forcefully. “Why are you even back in town? To stir shit up in
another one of my relationships? Is that it?”
    “I live in this
town,” Tyler rebuts. “And last time I checked, you didn’t own
it. So why don’t you just back the fuck off.”
    “So are we playing
good brother, bad brother again? What the hell did you say to Emily?”
I demand angrily.
    “I said nothing,”
Tyler replies, taking a step forward. “I said nothing! Your dirty
little secrets are all buried right where you left them! But you have
hit an all-time low with this girl. Does she know about your past?
No, of course not. Because she didn’t even know I existed. Same
games as always, Blake. Same fucked up games, only this time, it’s
not Charlotte or me that you’re fucking around with. It’s a very
sweet girl, who thinks the sun shines out of your ass! I hope and
pray that you are serious, because if not, this is totally fucked
up.”
    “You tried this
before, Tyler. Tried to come between me and the woman I love,” I
spit maliciously. “It didn’t work then, and it won’t work now.”
    “The woman you love?”
Tyler scoffs. “Singular or plural? How many women do you love,
Blake?”
    Tyler is angry. I can’t
tell if it’s for her or Emily, but either way, he needs to stand
the fuck down. “Emily doesn’t need some hero, like the one you
think you are, swooping in to fill her in on the truth as you see it! You and I are not having this conversation again,”
I say lowly, walking over and pointing a threatening finger at him. I
turn on my heel and walk out the door, slamming it hard in my wake.
    Sleep doesn’t come as easily as I
had hoped it would. Instead, I stretch out onto the cold leather
chaise in the living room and stare out at the New York skyline. I
grab my phone from my pocket and send a text.
    Are you still awake?
    A few minutes go by with no reply.
    I was dreaming of u, but I am now. U ok?
    I release a huge sigh
of relief. We exchange texts back and forth for a few hours. I tell
her about my fight with Emily, and Tyler being back in town. She’s
brief in her responses about the first subject. She doesn’t even
comment when I refer to Tyler. She knows how I feel about it. Slowly
but surely, my tension headache dissipates, and I’m calm enough to
finally fall asleep.



Chapter 6:
Emily
    This morning is no
different than any other. Last night I heard Blake leave, and then I
heard the noise from the screaming match in Tyler’s apartment. I
couldn’t make out what they were saying through the walls, but it
didn’t sound good. I make Blake’s coffee and lay on the bed as he
changes.
    “Did you remember we
have lunch with Maia and Jackson today?” I ask, deciding to bury
the hatchet.
    “Oh shit, I forgot.
I’m sorry baby, apologize for me. I won’t be able to get out of
work,” he replies gently, a far cry from the angry and accusatory
Blake I met last night.
    “No problem,” I say
shortly. We had made this lunch date days ago. As I’m about to walk
over to grab my clothes for work, I notice a red raised mark on
Blake’s back. Just as I’m about to go closer to inspect it, he
quickly slips on his business shirt and glances very briefly in my
direction.
    “Did you get hurt?”
I ask, taking a step towards him.
    “Huh, where?” Blake
asks without