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    Bette’s Wrath

    “It was Tina’s address. I ended up on Tina’s doorstep last night, James.”

    Oh shit!, James thought.

    ***

    Tina stared at the Fawn print all night, replaying what happened on loop. The look on Bette’s face when she opened the door was imprinted on her soul. The look on Bette’s face when she slid her fingers out of her was filled with sadness. Tina closed her eyes as tightly as she could to get rid of those images. However, it magnified them. She knew it was going to be a rough day.

    She jumped out of bed when she heard Julia’s ringtone.

    “Julia, I completely fucked up. Bette is here in Vancouver for work. I accidentally ran into her and her assistant. Then my assistant arranged for Bette to show up at my apartment. We were both shocked. I told her how sorry I was. I told her I was an asshole. I told her I loved her. I knew she was on the verge of breaking. I could see it in her eyes but I kept pushing. She was right in front of me. And the words just spilled out. She tried to leave a few times and I kept pushing. It was too much for her. I was wearing her Yale sweatshirt. She told me she wanted it back so I threw it at her. I wasn’t wearing a bra. And then she kissed me and touched me and fucked me…it wasn’t sex, it wasn’t making love, it was pure fucking. And when I was almost there, she stopped. I could see the hurt in her eyes. It was fucking amazing and sad at the same time. Then she just left with…things…unfinished and I’m still a mess. I want her more than ever. I love her more than ever and I hurt her…deeply. She will never trust me again. But I need her back and I can’t stop thinking about her,” Tina said in one breath. The words tumbling out of her mouth like hot lava.

    “Good morning, Tina,” Julia responded.

    “Sorry. Good morning. Hi.” Tina inhaled deeply to calm her nerves and stave off the tears. It didn’t work.

    “Ok. Well, that’s a lot to unpack. My first question is what do you want, Tina?”

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