Poppy's POV

Choking on my sobs, I dial my personal favorite private investigator's number into my cell phone. I can feel the heat emit from my burning skin, my ears feeling like they're boiling.

I clench my fists as I wait for him to answer. with just two rings, the line goes silent. I bite my tongue in anticipation. I can't lose Harry.

"Hello Winsley."

My lips instantly turn into a mischievous smile, my scheming ways already rushing back to me. "Hello, Gary."

I hear him chuckle on the other line. "By the tone of your voice I can tell you're up to something."

My smile fades once I realize why I'm going back to my old ways. Once again, I fume in absolute enragement, thinking about wrapping my hands around Bryan's neck and squeezing until he's gasping for air.

I lick my lips, harshly wiping my tears away. The burning feeling in my chest continues, "Give me everything you know on Bryan Sorreli and Emily Payne. I want the most intimate, soul crushing, humiliating, image ruining details you can find."

As Gary inhales, I continue. "I'll pay five hundred extra if you can give me the information by tomorrow morning."

"Deal."
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Harry's POV

Wiping my tired, bloodshot eyes, I make my way towards a grand, Victorian neighborhood. This is a gated residence for the rich and powerful, with a taste of old, classic style.

I hear my phone ring, but I ignore it.

Pulling up to the gate, I grab a spare card that I already had for this particular neighborhood. I have connections.

I'm going to pay a visit to Bryan, and see who's telling the truth. Just thinking about the son of a bitch makes me want to pound his face in, I fear that I'll see one glimpse of him and beat the living shit out of him.

I trust Poppy more than anybody else, but the texts were convincing. Right now, I'm just trying to ignore the tightening of my chest, it feels like I'm being choked and can't breathe, it hurts so bad.

Harshly wiping a tear off of my cheek, I mentally scold myself for being so weak, and place the card into the slot before getting back into the car and entering the neighborhood. Bryans house shouldn't be too far, it's a fairly small environment.

As the great house comes to view, my blood is already boiling. If he lied about my girlfriend sleeping with him, I'm going to pound his face in. If he is telling the truth, I'm still going to pound his face in.

Walking up to his doors, I ring the doorbell twice. After no answer, I ring it obnoxiously, before the door is quickly swung open, and all oxygen leaves my lungs.

"Harry?" Bryan laughs out, opening the door. He steps aside, waiting for me to enter, but I don't move. Just by looking at his face, I want to kill him.

"Did you have sex with my girlfriend?" I cut to the chase, hardly being able to choke the harsh words out. My fists ball in anger. Please say no, please say no.

He looks at me hesitantly, a sliver of fear in his dark blue eyes. He licks his lips, before sighing. "Look, she wanted to keep it on the low but-"

Not being able to hear any further, I forcefully push open the door myself, grabbing the collar of his shirt monstrously, slamming him into the nearest wall. "TELL ME YOU DIDN'T HAVE SEX WITH HER."

I stare into his frightened eyes, fuming. "I-I'm sorry! She-"

I growl, and although my heart is shattering right now, I let go of his shirt and wrap my hand around his neck, squeezing as tightly as I could. He gasps for air, shaking his head. I stare into his wide eyes, feeling my own well up with tears. All I can think about is the image of the love of my life in bed with someone other than me.

"S-she d-" he tries to pronounce, and before I can kill him, I drop him to the ground. He gasps for air, coughing dramatically. My lip quivers as my eyes flood with tears. I look down at his struggling body, before balling my hands into fists and kicking his abdomen as hard as I could.

He hisses out in pain, groaning instantly. I kick him again, Poppy's moans flooding my brain.

Before I can kick again, he holds his hands up in surrender. "I DIDN'T HAVE SEX WITH HER, I WAS BLACKMAILED INTO SETTING YOU UP IM SORRY!" He screams out, clutching his stomach and groaning. After he comprehends what he had just told me, he closes his eyes.

What?

I take a step back, trying to comprehend what he had just told me. "You d-didn't?"

"No!" He cries, shaking his head. "Emily Payne made me text her!"

Emily. I should've fucking known. That little bitch, I'm going to make her life a living hell.

But one question remains.

"How'd you know the color of her room then?"

His face twists in pain as he splutters out blood. I grimace as he groans in pain. "P-Poppy has posted plenty of pictures with her r-room in the background, she's famous, you-you know."

I breathe out, looking down at him before closing my eyes. "And you haven't spoken to Poppy since?"

"January."

I just nod, glancing down at him one last time before making my way out the door.

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After mindlessly driving around for hours, I finally decided to go home.

Feeling completely, absolutely drained, I throw my keys somewhere before tearing the clothes off of my weak body, and getting into my cold bed.

The only thing on my mind is Poppy, but I need to give her her time to cool off and calm down. Besides, today was too much of an emotional rollercoaster, I just need to be alone for tonight.

My heart continues to ache, however. Just the thought of losing her forever is tearing me apart. Even if she did cheat, I don't know if I could ever truly leave her. As terrible as it sounds, Poppy's my baby, my person. Just fighting with her makes me feel like I'm drowning.

I think I'd do anything for that girl.

Sighing, I close my eyes in exhaustion, wanting to sleep everything away.