My amazing friend, Feli, gave me a phrase which I must use. The phrase is this... "if only you could see through my eyes, you would know how I see you..."

                    AMBER BROWN.

Amber walked into the cold stone building. A rehab centre outside of town. She had gotten a call from Cecilia who said that Eric had been found somewhere in the neighborhood and taken to the police. They, in turn, took him into the facility.

Amber was not at all prepared to have it go that way. It would surely put a dent in her plan to find a cure, which she was close to. She walked up to the coffee maker in the lobby and poured herself one.

Glistening in the white container, the coffee was strong and deathly black. She pushed the double doors and walked into the room.

Cecilia stood staring through the one sided mirror. At the man she once knew. Amber walked close beside her and handed her the coffee.

"I have a feeling you need this more than I do."

On the other side if the looking glass, Eric was bound in confines not too unlike William's. Amber sighed without meaning to. The man she saw was not Eric, not even a corrupted version. This was not even a man.

"Is it weird that I find it comforting?" Cecilia's whispery voice breezed. "You know, that he's here. Far away from Kenny."

"No it's not." Amber said staring at Eric.

"Will he ever forgive me?"

"For what?" Amber asked a crying Cecilia.

"All I do is disappoint."

"If you could see through my eyes, you'd know how I see you," Amber was being honest, she envied what Ceclilia had. She quickly changed the subject. "I don't think this people will help."

"We don't know that."

"I do. Tt-6 has no reversal program. Trust me, I've talked to everyone there is to talk to." Amber assured.

"What are you trying to tell me?" Cecilia now began to cry. "How far are you with the cure?"

"Very close. I'm just... missing something."

Suddenly, the noisy door opened behind them and a few steps shuffled in.

"Are you sure it's our agent?" A very familiar voice called.

Amber recognized it immediately. It was Lee. Oh no! She couldn't let him see her here. "What is he doing here?"

She couldn't let him see her. She turned slowly to see him preoccupied with a another man, a doctor. She walked quicly past the door way, pushing past his FBI buddies. Her heels made enough noise that she saw him turn.

"Amber?" he called, unsure. She didn't respond. She just pushed forward.

On her drive away, the head ache came again and she had to stop. It was getting worse. As she sat there, in the aftermath of the ail, a call came in from John.

"Hi," she whispered.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, what's going on?"

"I'm leaving for a trip. I'll be back in a day."

"Mace wanted to talk to you."

******

"Mace?" she called, entering the large batchelor loft.

She had a key to this prestigious apartment. The loft sat a top John and Mace's biggest achievement. A tall glass skyscraper that was named after her.

"Im up here!" Mace replied.

She followed the winding floating steps up to his floating room. All around, the white room enjoyed a few splashes of colour in the name of Mace's artwork. He was a true man of vision. Amber knew that it was his vision that John followed and not the other way around.

His room was an open extension of his home. Everything flowed without a break. This was the one place she could breathe and feel free.

Mace was the one person she could open up to on certain things. He knew about her working with the FBI on the William case. He knew about Eric and the drug.

She trusted Mace more than anyone. More than Cecilia, more than John and even more than Eric. He too, opened up to her about his shadows.

He sat atop his bed. His fingers furiously typing away on the keyboard. He held a certain beauty of the male form that John didn't. A rugged care free air about him. She sat beside him.

"I had a rough day!" she sighed.

"I'm still in the middle of mine. John's flying out and he wants us to take care of the grand opening."

"What grand opening?"

"The new building on the South side. It's for a posh client and only the two of us can compensate for a lack of John." Mace's eyes never left his screen.

"I could use the champagne."

"It'll be tomorrow evening."

She finally managed to open her coat. She turned his face to her and peered into his broen peepers.

"Is that why you wanted to see me?" she asked.

Without warning, he had thrown the laptop to an art chair and had her in his arms. His lips pressed hard against her's. She relished in the pressure hos tongue created in her mouth.

He slammed her against the wall as they devoured each other passionately. She ran her hands through his long wavy hair and grappled with his neck.

"Oh Mace!" she moaned as he once again moved her.

This time, dunping her violently onto the bed. She could feel her lips sere sore. A rough man.

"Rate that on a scale of one to ten." he said, throwing off his trousers, he wore no undsrwear and neither did she.

"Sounds limiting.'

Within no time, their two naked bodies were one. He penetrated her with one big thrust. The force enough to push both of them off the bed. They knocked over his tarp and cans of paint and they fell of the floor along with them.

Amber had never been sexually fulfilled as she was by Mace. He was a guilty pleasure she kept only to herself. It started after her first miscarriage and lasted ever since.

They twisted and coiled like serpents in the paint. Sharing the sweet poison of their unholy love. His rythmic movements soothed a beast inside of her. Touching an epitome of pleasure and she burst porth. He followed soon after. They lay in the masterpiece they had created.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
WTF?😅😂😂💔