So she really does think she can run from our love. She said something about going to the airport." Just a few minutes ago she asked me to call a taxi.
"Good morning." I greet her with a fake smile, "Have you seen Y/N at all this morning?" I walk up to the main desk where one of my employees greet me. I'm snapped out of my thoughts as the elevator doors open, revealing the main lobby. I'll find her and teach her a lesson about running away from my love which she continues to fully accept. I'm sure she's just somewhere on the resort. It looks like nothing from last night stuck with her. So she thinks she can just run away from our love? Run away from our future? I can't believe her. I press the ground floor and I take a few deep breathes as the doors closed. I swiftly grab put on my shoes before rushing out of my condo and into the elevator. Even her suitcase was missing! I stumble out into the hallway, placing my hand on the wall to keep my balance. I quickly get up and get dressed when I see her stuff missing. I grab my glasses from my nightstand looking for any signs of her. I sit up on my elbow, my sheets sliding off my shoulders. I wake up expecting to my darling Y/N in my arms. Without any further hesitation I left, not daring to look back. I really did love Brooke but this isn't healthy. I stop at the front door, taking a deep breath as I grabbed the door knob. I shake my head looking one last time at Brooke before heading towards the door.
My suitcase closes with a 'click' as I finally come out of my thoughts. We'll be okay." She whispers kissing my forehead as she tries to prevent me from having a anxiety attack She runs her finger over my knuckles trying to calm me down. She grabs one of my hands intertwining it with hers. She runs her hand through my hair, placing her chin on top of my head. She guides my face to her chest, pressing me against the soft skin. Brooke quickly sits next to me wrapping her arm around my shoulder. My hands begin to tremble as my anxiety rises just thinking about the situation. I sigh sitting down on the couch as I run my fingers through my hair, "I don't know how much longer I can do this." I whisper cradling my face in my hands "That's not the point!" I suddenly shouted, causing her to jump. They'll see you as their mama in no time." "Honey they're too young to be too affected. "And what about your kids! What would they think?!" I stand up removing her arms from me, "What would they think about their mother sleeping with another person! Imagine what the divorce process would do to them!" I love you." Her hands slide over my shoulders stopping at my chest "Who cares what he thinks." She huffs standing up before walking towards me, "I don't love him you know that. "Yes 'this again'!" I growl making eye contact with her, "Do you not care at all that you can ruin your family by doing this!? If your husband ever found out you would get divorced-" The brown haired MILF sighs, "This again?" We can't keep doing this." I state putting down my fork As I packed my stuff I couldn't help but wander to the argument we had last night. I quietly pack my clothes in the F/C suitcase keeping an eye out for any movements from Brooke. It only took me a few minutes to make up my mind. I quickly grab my clothes and get dressed before beginning to pack up my stuff. With a sigh I slip out of her arms, replacing myself with a pillow. My own guilt and morals chew away at me every time we sleep together. To be honest I don't know how much longer I could keep doing this. If her husband ever found out then she would get divorced, and could even lose primary custody of her kids. I mean our relationship could destroy her family. I don't understand how she doesn't feel bad about this. Guilt tugs at my chest once again as I realized that we fucked again last night. I look over my shoulder seeing Brooke peacefully asleep. I feel her arms wrapped around me, her breasts pressed against my back. I wake up in the now familiar dark blue room. Okay so apparently Brooke is Audrey's aunt.
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