Blake POVAfter that small exchange of messages with Wyatt, I haven’t heard back from him all day and night, but in a way, I am happy. I don’t know what to say to him. Emma has the tv non stop on the gossip channels and everyone is talking about Wyatt leaving Sandrine at the altar.“Do you think he walked out on her while they were standing there?” Emma asks as she drinks some of her tea, and I shrug. All of this is a little overwhelming. Not knowing what really happened and I can’t stop thinking about how she is right now. I can’t stop thinking this is all my fault.“I feel bad for her,” I say, and Emma’s eyes dart to mine in shock and I shake my head slightly, cradling my tea between my hands. We have been siting on the couch for the past several hours just watching the gossip. Obviously, no one has come forward explaining anything from Wyatt’s side, and not even from Sandrine.“Look,&rdq

Wyatt POV“Are you two done?” Blake asks, her voice almost falling, I don’t know what to do to make her realize I am here for her, I am not going anywhere and I know I shouldn’t be, but I am, and fuck everyone else, fuck whoever tries to get me to leave her. The way she is feeling right now is doing something to me, something I have never felt before. My insides are twisting and it’s like I feel her pain.“Yes,” I say without hesitation. Her eyes finally find mine and I can see the relief in them, I can see that she thought I was going to say no. “There wasn’t never anything between us, you were right,” I say and her eyes grow wide and she turns on the couch crossing her legs Indian style as she stares directly at me.“Go on, don’t stop now,” she says and I take a deep breath, sitting back on the couch as I feel her eyes on me. The way she looks at me is burning into my soul. I can fee

Wyatt POVWatching Blake sleep makes my heart skip a beat. The way her mouth parts slightly as she breathes, her hair all over the pillow, her breasts exposed as the blankets only cover to her waist. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. And she is mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to kiss. Mine to destroy.Seeing that board made everything real. I’ve always known she wanted to take me down, but seeing that made it all a lot more real. It’s like I was trying to fool myself. Like I was trying to convince myself that she would drop the investigation now that we’re together. Of course, she wouldn’t. She doesn’t know it’s me and I can’t tell her. I can’t give her that kind of power over me.I pour myself another glass of whiskey as I look through the glass, people dancing in front of me as if nothing is wrong in the world, women rubbing themselves on each other and on men. I close my eyes, resting my head back. The

Blake POV“What do you mean, security?” I ask as I take one step away from Wyatt. His eyes scan my face, trying to read my mind. The intensity in his eyes speaks louder than words.“I have two people that will be following you around, keeping your safe, and I am increasing the surveillance in your house,” he tells me and I burst into laughter. He must be out of his God damn mind if he thinks I will have body guards following me around while I am trying to take down mafia lords.“No,” I say and he shakes his head, shoving his hands into his pockets again. His eyes are cold and distant as he stares at me. I can feel my cheeks burning as anger bubbles inside of me.“This is not up for discussion Blake, you either accept my terms or I am walking,” he says and I have to say his words take me by surprise and I shrug my shoulders. His eyes glued on mine and I can see anger in them. He is getting frustrated with me

Blake POV“I need to tell you something,” Emma says as I sit in front of her in the kitchen. I stare into her eyes and when hers meet mine, I see the emotion in them. I nod as I cradle my coffee cup in my hands. The way she is looking at me is making my stomach turn.“You guys broke up? Emma, that’s good,” I say, and she shakes her head as she frowns. Shit. I bring my mug to my lips, trying to shut the fuck up. Right now, I wish there was a hole in the floor to swallow me. Shit, shit shit…“No, we’re going to do couple therapy and we will try to work through our problems and I know I am adding to the list of problems,” she says and I stare at my best friend. I wish she would see herself the same way I see her. I wish she would find someone that truly loves her and that treats her right, not like that fucking idiot. I hate Thomas.“Okay, what is going on, Em?” I ask, and she taps her finger