When their partners cheated on them with each other, Riley and Jonah decided to get engaged and then get married to get back at them. But things are never as easy as it seems.
When feelings get involved and weird past events unravel, lives are at s...
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Breathing heavily, I leaned against the dinning table. All three of them were standing behind me and I heard footsteps.
Bennett joined us.
He walked up to me and massaged my shoulder. "It's okay. You're here with us. Your.... fiancée is safe. You are safe." I nodded and reached out to hold is hand.
Movement of pots and pans broke the silence that stretched over us. Simon was making me tea. "It's okay, I don't need it." I told him trying to remain as professional as possible. "Stay here. All of you. I need to talk to her."
"She's not a nice person. Don't waste your breath on her." Bennett told me.
I shrugged. "She's my fiancée. And she's just a little difficult."
Bennett had to like her. I couldn't afford him not liking her. Nothing would cut Hayley deeper than knowing Bennett likes her.
I have to apologise to her.
She was still sitting in the same spot and staring ahead. "Riley?" She turned to me and stared.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have talked to you like that. My mind was in a different place."
"Bennett told me."
Of course he did.
"I'm not asking you to sympathise with me or anyth-"
"Even if you did, I wasn't going to. You and I aren't close enough for me to care about who you lost or how and walk on eggshells around you."
"I understand."
"Good, because my freedom means everything to me. Nothing else matters."
"Okay. No one will encroach on that. But you still need security."
"Did you not hear anything I said?" She looked shocked.
"I did. And like I said, they won't encroach on your freedom. Go wherever you want and eat what you want just let Kara and the others accompany you." Noticing her anger, I quickly added, "They go where you go not the other way round." She seemed to relax a little. "Fine whatever you say. But only because she is pretty."
I rolled my eyes at her. Of course she agreed because of that. "We're going to get your engagement ring sized properly before going clothes shopping."
"A little passive aggressive, Doof." She seemed amused.
"Doof?"
"Short for Doofenshmirtz."
"I know but why?" I was genuinely curious as to what prompted her to call me that.
"Your plans are very Doofenshmirtz-esque. You act like your about to do something very evil and they end up causing minor inconveniences like tying the lace of people's shoes together." She chuckled.
