A sigh leaves my lips as I sit up on my office couch. I can feel the wetness between my thighs. Closing my eyes briefly, I massage my temple before turning to face Camila.

"Finally, you're up; we need to leave in the next few minutes. The meeting is at 2 p.m." She stands by the couch as she speaks to me.

"Give me a few minutes to freshen up. I'll meet you downstairs." I stand up from the couch and walk to my restroom.

"Alright, I'll meet you downstairs." She says, walking to the door.

My reflection in the bathroom mirror glares out at me. I've lost count of how many times I've had those dreams. Since he kicked me out of his house two weeks ago, it's been nearly every time I close my eyes. I know why it's happening, but I don't want to admit it. The worst part is that I haven't heard from or seen him at all. Sometimes the dreams aren't even sexual. They're just plain, romantic dreams. It annoys the hell out of me. I am not supposed to be having those types of dreams. Yes, I'm attracted to him physically, but he broke my heart. I can understand the sexual dreams, but the romantic ones? You have got to be kidding me.

Today's dream was kind of funny though; I have never dreamt of us doing it in my office. It probably only happened because I fell asleep at work. But the only reason that happened is because I haven't had any good sleep these days. I wake up every night from a sex dream and find it hard to fall back to sleep. I feel like smashing Beau's head in right now for causing this. I wish he was an ugly, old, fat man. Maybe then my pussy wouldn't tremble merely at the thought of what he can do to it. I hate you, Beau Williams, for being a sexy man I want to fuck. God! I have never felt more frustrated in my life than I do right now.

Eventually, I pull myself together and meet Camila downstairs. We manage to make it to our lunch meeting in time. Despite my sour mood from not getting to cum in my dream, I manage not to ruin the meeting. But I am uncomfortable from having to walk around with my ass free under my skirt. I know it's risky, but I didn't have a choice. I couldn't keep on the pair of panties I'd worn to work that day. It would have been like someone had dipped them in water and put them back on me. But I don't want to walk around like this for the rest of the day either though, so I need new panties. Luckily, there is a mall close to the restaurant where we're having our meeting and so I plan on getting some new underwear afterwards. Camila agrees to go with—although I don't tell her why I need to go—and so we walk over to the mall after the meeting finishes.

Camila and I are about to enter Victoria's Secret when something catches my attention. I halt and squint my eyes to try and see correctly. My hands ball into tight fists once I confirm who I saw as I was about to walk into the store. The anger in me boils over as I hear her ugly laughter from inside the shop next to us. My feet have a mind of their own and walk towards the most disgusting couple on the planet.

"Are you kidding me?" I say once I'm standing in front of them. "It hasn't even been that long since you broke her heart, and you are already here buying this whore a ring?" I shout at Danny, who has Camila's secretary by his side.

"Hello, Delilah. It's nice to see you again," Danny says, showing no surprise at my anger towards him.

I ignore him and turn to Jessica. "How could you? Camila treated you so well. Why did you hurt her like this?"

"I didn't mean to, I swear."

"Don't make me slap you right now; what do you mean you didn't mean to?" Her lame excuse is highly irritating. "I am starting to wonder if this is why you came to work for Camila. You had the chance of getting a better job, but you chose to work for her. Was this your plan all along?"

"I don't think she needs to answer that," Danny speaks before Jessica can.

"Shut your fucking mouth; I am not talking to you." I glare at Danny. "Answer my damn question, Jessica. Was it your plan to steal Danny all along?" Danny is wealthy so I won't be surprised if Jessica's plan was to work for Camila to get access to him.

"Yes," she says confidently.

"And you're really admitting it? Are you mad?" I lift my hand to slap her hard across the face, but Danny stops me.

"Don't you even think about hitting her." He glares at me as he holds my hand in the air.

"I shouldn't even want to hit her. It's you I should want to kill. You are the one who broke my friend's heart. You are the reason for her pain." Tears of anger fill my eyes as I think about how Camila cries herself to sleep every night. Camila was living with Danny, so since the incident, she's moved into my house and has been living with Dad and me. I've seen first-hand how this has affected her.

"Why the hell are you behaving like you are the one who got cheated on, for God's sake?" Danny releases my hand and pushes me with so much force that I almost fall, but I manage to catch myself before I do.

More anger fills me as I realize he has no remorse for cheating on my friend. Only God knows how long they've been sleeping together behind Camila's back. It hurts that while she is in pain, he's here buying a ring for another woman. An engagement ring I know my friend has been praying for. Danny is a horrible human being, and I hope he and Jessica both rot in hell.

"I'm angry because I fucking know how she feels, you monster!" I scream as tears of anger escape my eyes and roll down my cheeks. My chest hurts as I imagine the pain Camila must be facing right now. But I don't even have to imagine because I know exactly how she feels.

"Lilah, it's okay; he is not worth making a scene. Let's go," Camila says, sniffling, and wiping away her tears. I turn towards my friend who I didn't even realize had followed me. Her face is stained with tears, and her nose is red. I wipe her tears and give her a sad smile. But my hand freezes on Camila's face once I hear a voice behind me.

"I'm sorry."

I close my eyes as a hand settles on my waist and pray my mind is playing a trick on me. Looking down at the familiar hand touching me, I follow the arm up to look at the owner. As I look at his face, it's hard to know what emotion I'm feeling. I don't want to feel happy to see him after two weeks, because I don't want to admit how I missed him terribly. So instead, I choose to feel anger because he is the reason why I know how Camila feels. But I can't help but notice the look in his eyes is so different from Danny's. There's remorse there. He knows he has caused me a lot of pain, and he looks sad because of it.

"I swear if I could take it back, I would." Beau places a hand on my tear-stained cheeks, and despite myself I automatically melt. "I am sorry, mon amour." Beau rests his forehead against mine as more tears slip out.

My eyes close as his scent surrounds me, and my broken heart cracks in my chest. God! I missed this man. And the fact that I didn't just miss him because of his touch, but because of what he means to me, is the scariest thing I could ever admit to myself.

I'm snapped from my thoughts by someone clapping. I open my eyes and turn toward the sound.

"I didn't know you were such a romantic, Delilah." Danny mocks.

"Shut your fucking mouth, Danny," Camila speaks before I can, surprising Danny with her venomous tone. "Delilah was right from day one. You are a waste of sperm. I don't know what I saw in you. And I am actually happy you cheated on me, because I would've never seen you for the horrible human being you are otherwise. As for you...." She continues, turning to face Jessica.

"I am not going to be a good person and wish you happiness with Danny. No, I am going to wish only bad things for you. I pray he hurts you ten times worse than he did me. I pray you cry more than I have when he crushes your heart and leaves you for a younger, sexier bimbo—because I'm sure he will. I pray you die in pain, bitch." Then, Camila looks towards me. "Let's go, Delilah. I can't spend another minute here." She pulls me away from Beau, and my body cries as it misses the feel of him against me.

The pain in his eyes is still evident. He looks genuinely sorry for what he did in the past. But as much as I want to believe him, I can't seem to forget the words he said the last time I saw him.

"If I could go back in time, I would do it again..."

My head feels like it's going to burst. One minute Beau is saying he would hurt me again if he had the chance, and the next, he is apologizing for it. I don't even know what to believe or do right now. My heart is still in pain from what he did, and he is not making things any easier for me. He is so confusing, and it's frustrating. I need to try to stop thinking about Beau and the feelings he ignites in me, because thinking about it only makes me cry. And I'm tired of it.