Kiara
I wake up surrounded in his strong arms for the third morning in a row. The calming rhythm of his steady breathing envelops me, and I sense the subtle, rhythmic movement of his chest against my back. I can admit, I've gotten too wrapped up in the fantasy that he could be mine. Every moment that he's not working, we're spending together. Yesterday, we even went on a late night stroll on the beach and it was the most amazing, romantic thing I've ever done. Trey doesn't seem to want to waste a single second not showing me how he feels, and I love it because Jordan never put in this amount of effort. I think he feels exactly the way I feel about him but neither of us will say the words aloud because that will only make my departure more painful. Any day now, I'll be moving back into my own apartment and we won't see each other anymore except when Candy invites me to family events, and that's if she ever comes back.
Stretching, I try to loosen Trey's arms around my waist, but his grip only tightens. "Treyyyy, I have to pee," I giggle, squirming playfully in an attempt to free myself from his hold.

He groans and reluctantly releases me. "Okay, don't take too long, I love feeling your ass nestled against me."
I quickly go to the bathroom to pee and do my hygiene and return to find him planted in the center of the bed naked with his hands behind his head. His dick is long and erect as he stares at me like a ravenous animal. My eyes widen as I stare at it, slick wetness forming between my thighs. "Well, somebody's happy this morning."
He grins, exposing his dimples. "Oh Cupcake, you have no idea. Come ride my dick like the dirty girl you are so I can make us some breakfast."
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After several more rounds of sex and a shower, Trey whips up a late breakfast, bordering on brunch, and we settle down to eat together. Just like every morning, I check my email to see if I have received anything regarding my book. I know it can take up to a few weeks, but that doesn't stop me from obsessively checking it.
My stomach drops and all of my breakfast threatens to come back up as I open a message from my landlord: "Your new apartment is ready. Please retrieve the keys before 6 pm today." As I read the message, the words seem to blur, and all I can hear is the thunderous pounding of my blood in my ears. A nauseating sensation tightens my stomach, threatening to expel the breakfast I just ate.

Trey's voice cuts through the haze of anxiety, his concern evident. "Kiara, everything okay?" he asks, and the sound of his voice becomes my lifeline, momentarily pulling me back from the overwhelming sense of dread.
I force a smile, swiftly slipping my phone into my pocket. "Yeah, I just need to go check on my parents today," I lie. The guilt gnaws at me for deceiving him, but I'm not ready to shatter his current state of happiness.
His furrowed brows suggest he sees right through my lie, though he chooses not to probe. Instead, he offers a warm smile, dimples appearing. "Well, I'm heading to work soon. Swing by the restaurant tonight. I want to see you."
Standing up from the table, I snatch my keys from the counter. He corners me, pressing his body against mine and the counter. My heart flutters, expecting him to question why I'm acting so weird all of a sudden, but instead, he gently cups my face. In a tender move, he leans down, initiating a passionate kiss that sets butterflies afloat in my stomach. "Be safe for me, Cupcake," he murmurs against my lips.

As he pulls away from the kiss, a tender gaze lingers in his eyes, a mix of affection and concern. "I'll miss you," I confess, my voice soft but filled with sincerity.
He uses his thumb to trace a gentle pattern on my cheek. The warmth of his touch contrasts with the heavy weight settling in my chest. He knows that I'm not just talking about today. That the curtains are drawing on our time together. "I'm not letting you go. We'll find a way to make this work, okay?"
I give a hesitant nod, my mind swirling with conflicting thoughts. How can we make this work? The reality is, for us to have a chance, sacrifices need to be made. Sacrifices that involve people I care about, like Candy. She might be absent right now, wrapped up in her own world, but the bond we share is still there. Although I love him too, in a very different way, I don't want to be the reason their already fractured family is broken apart.
I have to be willing to move on and let go or I'll end up losing both of them.
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I grasp the keys to my new apartment in my hand, the weight of them signifying the end of my stay with Trey. Maybe I'll just wait until the weekend to tell him. After all, I still need to retrieve the rest of my belongings from storage, and Trey would probably be willing to assist. It's not like we can't continue to hang out after I leave, it'll just be...different. Strictly friends again. I'll just need some time to get over him first.
The parking lot of "Lux Temptations" is full, so I park in a lot down the street and walk over. The head waiter, a bald man in a tuxedo, awaits me at the host station.
"Hi, I'm looking for-"
"Come right this way. Trey wants you to wait in his office until dinner service is over," he says gruffly.
"Oh okay..." I trial off, still trying to figure out how he knows who I am. I walk through the restaurant and go into his office, closing the door behind me.
Sitting down in the big, comfy chair, my mind drifts off thinking about how I'm going to tell Trey that I'm leaving. He's made it clear that he's not going to let go of me easily, but he has to understand that this is only going to hurt us both more in the end.
Tears start to cascade down my face. I'm in too deep, wayyyy too deep. Breaking off this fling with him is going to hurt like a motherfucker, but it's our only option. While wiping my eyes and discarding the tissue, something in the trash can grabs my attention. I gasp as I see a used condom filled with cum.
What. The. Fuck?
So he fucked me and then had a quickie with someone else before work? I know we're not together, but still. Is he a fucking sex addict or something? Nobody needs that much pussy!
My mind races with conflicting emotions, and suddenly it feels like the room is closing in on me. Maybe this is for the best, maybe this is the reality I needed to be able to let him go. I should feel relieved, yet I just feel angry and hurt.
I don't know how much time passes before I hear him walk into the office, but I don't look up to greet him. "Hey Cupcake, how was the visit with your parents?" he asks, genuine concern lacing his voice.
Anger and jealously roll off of me in waves. Flashbacks of Jordan's betrayal flash in my mind and I see red. Like a dummy, I'm getting played again and I was just feeling guilty for having to leave. I guess he'll already have another woman to warm his bed after I'm gone.
In a surge of determination, I rise to leave, but Trey intercepts me, his grip on my arms firm. He tips my chin up, and I meet his gaze with a furious expression. "What's wrong?" he asks softly.
My anger spills out as I gesture towards the trash can. "What. Is. That?"
Confusion briefly flickers in his eyes before recognition sets in. "Oh, I let Alex have sex in here sometimes. Must've brought one of his girls for a quickie today."
A rush of relief envelops me as tension releases its grip on my body. He gently cups my cheek, his intense gaze locking mine in place. "You really think I would cheat on you, Cupcake? I haven't been able to get you out of my mind ever since I saw you in that bar, and I definitely haven't been able to put my dick in another woman."
Regret and embarrassment flood my senses. "I'm sorry. It's just that my ex-"
"Please don't ever put me in the same category as that stupid motherfucker again. I'm all yours just like you're all mine," he says softly, though his jaw remains tight. "Everyone else has gone home for the night. I think I'll punish you here."
"P-Punish me?"
"After tonight, you won't ever mistake me for your pathetic ex again." His voice carries a hint of anger, sending tingles down my spine—a mixture of excitement and fear.