Stepping inside the room I walked over to the table and turned around just as Broody was closing the door and shutting the blinds. He walked over to me and his lips came down on mine and his hands grabbed hold of my hips as he pushed me harder against the edge of the table. His kiss was urgent, needy and full of lust but lacking the passion and love that I had once in his kisses. He leaned in, his hands moved to cup my face, bringing me further into him before they moved again to begin sliding down my body — glazing over my breasts and caressing my curves before moving to my backside. Broody's hands cupped my butt firmly, giving it a quick squeeze before moving to the back of my thighs where he lifted me up and put me on the table.

Pushing himself between my legs and making my dress rise up a little, I was well aware of my time limit knowing that Jordan wouldn't give me a second more then our agreed upon time. I moved my hands in to his hair, my fingers grabbing on the blond locks of hair and messing it up trying to ignore the feel of product on my hands and to make it look like he had already fucked me before I moved down to his shirt — making quick work of the buttons and pealing it off his chest, I threw it aside so that he couldn't quickly grab a hold of it when the door opened. Broody tried to lift up my skirt but I made sure my hands got in the way so that he couldn't get a grip.

Glancing up at the time I saw I only had a minute left. Shit. Moving my hands down his body I tugged on the waist band of Broody's slacks and undid his belt — throwing it across the room to join his shirt somewhere on the floor. Broody started kissing my neck, placing fast little butterfly kisses over my bare skin and making me giggle a little at how much that tickled. I fumbled at the button of his slacks and saw I only had thirty seconds left.

With one final tug on his slakes, they began to fall down his legs revealing his blue and purple striped briefs that showed his excitement, I pushed Broody back a little and jumped down off the table and holding my hands out to keep him back. "I-I can't" I stuttered and shook my head as if ashamed and letting fake tears spring into my eyes.

"Baby what's wrong?" Broody said coming to stand in front of me, his attention was totally on me and not on his half nakedness.

"I just can't do this right now. With everything that's been happening I thought I wanted to but I can't" I mumbled shaking my head.

"Shh it's okay baby, don't worry." Broody said stepping forward and trying to cup my face but I took a step back and side stepped him until I was now the one closets to the door and he was almost leaning against the table.

Five.

Four.

"I can't do this I'm sorry" I put my head down and walked towards the door just as it opened and ran out headed for the elevator. The elevator opened straight away - thank god! - and I quickly stepped in, my eyes only getting a quick glance at the comotion I had just caused and although I couldn't seeing Broody's face right now, I knew it was exactly what I wanted. I smiled and bit my bottom lip as the doors closed and the soft awkward classical music began to feel my ears.

Number eight: Get caught out in the office. Completed.

 I took the elevator up to the top floor and bounced my way over to Rylie who looked in need of some company as he sat hunched over at the high desk.

Getting to the desk I crossed my arms over my chest and laid them on the top of the high counter, my small frame pushing itself up on my tippy toes. Leaning forward with curios eyes I looked down at what he was doing and I watched as his pen moved up and down the paper, sketching a picture that I couldn't recognize from upside down.

"Aren't you supposed to be working?" I said as I tried turning my head to see the picture.

Rylie looked up a little startled and practically jumped on the paper, hiding it from my view and pulling it to his chest. I frowned and pouted at him wondering why the hell he was so embarrassed to be caught out.

"Mia, uh what are you doing here? I thought you left." He asked, his eyes darting around the room as they refused to land on me.

"I did and now I'm back." I beamed at him and tried to pull the paper out of his grasp but he moved it out of my reach and narrowed his eyes in to deadly slits. "Oh come on, let me see, it was looking really good."

"No." he snapped and pulled it away and shoves it in the draw under his desk.

"Big baby."

"I'm not a baby I just don't like people looking at my work!"

"Mia, leave him alone. Rylie just let her see the damn thing." Jordan's voice boomed through the room making both Rylie and I jump and turn to face him.

He was walking straight passed us headed for his office; his eyes were focused ahead as if he didn't even know we were there, his hands fiddled with the cufflinks on his wrists. Looking back at Rylie I gave him a quick look that said 'I'll be back' and followed after Jordan. I walked into his office just as he was sitting down in his chair and I shut the door behind me.

"So?" I asked as I walked into the office with a bounce in my step and took a seat.

"So I gave him a lecture and threatened to fire him. Being caught gives me probable cause to fire him now." He told me with a cold tone and without even looking up at me, but I could tell he was clearly uninterested. What the hell? One minute he was excited and all for Broody's destruction but now he was brushing me off like I had just thrown a sandwich at his head.

"Right well... uh. I should go." I said picking up on his bad mood.

"Mia I..." he started but I could tell he didn't know exactly what to say. "I'm sorry it's just..." he started again but trailed off. I could almost feel some sort of internal struggle that was going on just behind those green eyes of his. "I'm sorry." He repeated and I take it whatever was trying to get through his thick skull and make it's way on to his tongue had lost the battle.

I didn't really know what to say or what had gotten into him so I just nodded and headed out of the office after giving him a small smile. I walked back over to Rylie who was waiting intently for me to walk out. I let myself be consumed by my thoughts as I walked over to him in daze. Why would he just flip, we were fine before weren't we? Maybe it was the fact that he didn't want me in there for more than a few minutes and I had argued with him, but I don't understand why? Did I push things too far? If I had known this idea was going to ruin this new friendship I was creating with Jordan then I would have avoided it but I didn't and now I didn't know where we stood with each other.

Getting to Rylie's desk I looked up at him. "Do you understand him?" I questioned hoping he could help with this lost feeling that was growing through me.

"Sometimes." He said, his tone low.

"And?"

"And I don't know what's up. Did you do something?"

"Not that I'm aware of." I shook my head. Maybe I did take things too far.

He shrugged and looked back at the door as if waiting for it open.

"Well I'm off. Next time I'm here though I am stealing that drawing." I warned him, making him give me a deathly look that made me think of Jordan — oh you are so related.

I walked out of the building with a heavy heart. It didn't sit well with me to leave on bad terms but I did it anyway. Sliding into the car I enjoyed the silence as Joe drove me home, I never did usually like the silence but it just seemed to fit with my thoughts today, or maybe it was the fact that it I had so many thoughts the quiet was helping me be consumed by them.

By the time I had gotten back to my apartment Broody was already there. When I opened the door he was laying on the couch with three empty bottles of beer and a fourth sliding down his throat as I walked in. I gave him a small smile and I walked over to him, taking the beers away from him — he didn't put up a fight. Broody was only bearable sober but drunk I may have to kill him, he always started off all cuddly and wanting you to tell him that you love him every two seconds but after another one he turns into a complete dick.

I walked over and sat down on the floor, leaning my back against the couch.

"Can we start over?" Broody said making me turn to face him a little confused.

"What?"

"Can we move? Just you and me, we could go somewhere slower and quite our jobs leave everyone behind. We can start over." He said looking at me with his sad eyes.

"No Broody."

"Why not? This life has bought us nothing but trouble, we can leave now before any more damage is done." He pleaded. The damage has already been done.

"Our problems will just follow us. Why don't you get some sleep?" I got up from the couch and felt the urge to cry, with everything building up, all this frustration and unvoiced opinions and emotions was sending me over the edge. I could feel the tension and anxiety build in my body; it was like a spider crawling up my spine — an itch that you could never scratch and no matter what you do there is no escaping it.

Broody watched me as I got up from where I was sitting and I could feel his eyes on me the entire time as I walked over to the bedroom. I hoped he would stay on the couch tonight. I wanted to be alone, I wanted space but what I wanted most was a mystery to me. I curled up on the mattress and pulled the blankets over me not even bothering to change out of my clothes, I was too tired. I closed my eyes and let sleep take me as a willing hostage.

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Well that was my shortest chapter yet. I have no idea what happened while writing that.

I will hopefully have an earlier update to make up for the poor chapter in a couple of days!

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