I walk out of the elevator once it reaches Axel's floor. After we landed in Chicago, Tamara and I immediately came to Axel's apartment complex, while Beau went to the hotel with our bags. The plan is to meet him there later. Speaking to Axel couldn't wait. His mom even texted me to say she's worried about him.

He hasn't shown up to work the past few days and is shutting everyone out. His mom, my Aunt Caroline, tried talking some sense into him but it didn't work. She's hoping Tamara and I will have better luck. So much so that she even met us in the lobby to give us her set of keys to his apartment in case Axel wouldn't let us in.

Just as we're about reach his door, I stop in my tracks. "Camila?" I say, shocked to see her standing there. She didn't tell me she was coming.

"Hi Lilah, Tamara," she says, her voice low. She doesn't look good. There are bags under her eyes, and her nose is red. She's obviously been crying. If I hadn't seen her without makeup before, I don't think I would even recognize her right now. I'm shocked she traveled looking like this. A pair of sunglasses are gripped in one of her hands, that must be how she did it.

"What are you doing here?" Tamara asks, walking up to her.

"His mom called, so I came to see if I could talk to him. She's worried. I had to try."

"When did you arrive?" I ask.

"A few hours ago. I've only mustered up enough courage to come to his door, but I haven't knocked yet. I'm worried he'll slam the door in my face and won't give me a chance to speak," Camila says, her bottom lip beginning to quiver as tears well up in her eyes.

I pull her into a hug. "Don't worry, everything is going to be fine. Tamara and I are here to fix it."

Tamara grabs her hand and gives it a squeeze.

"Thank you," Camila says, sniffing.

"Why don't you wait outside while we talk to him?" Tamara suggests.

"Sure." Camila pulls away from me.

"Everything will be fine soon." I walk away from her toward Axel's door. Not bothering to knock, I use the spare key his mom gave me.

"Good luck." Camila says as I turn the doorknob and walk inside with Tamara following close behind.

I give Camila an encouraging smile before closing the door. But the minute we step inside the apartment, my nose scrunches up in disgust.

"What the fuck is that smell?" Tamara asks.

"I think alcohol and dirty dishes," I say, noticing how gross the place is. His beautiful condo looks like a beggar's tent. It's disgusting. Empty alcohol bottles cover the floor and dirty clothes are lying everywhere.

Going to Axel's room, I kick the door open, jolting him awake and getting him out of bed in a second. He looks around searching for danger and releases a long hiss once he sees that I'm the intruder.

"Hello, cousin," I say, crossing my arms across my chest as I stand at the foot of his bed. He only has on a pair of boxers, putting his abs on display. Gross.

"Why did you fucking do that?" he asks, massaging his temple. He probably has a headache from the hangover I'm sure he has. "And why the hell are you here, and how did you even get into my apartment?"

"Because you deserve it. And since I'm sure you aren't still drunk, you already know the answers to the other questions." He walks closer to me, and I hold my nose as he passes by. "When was the last time you showered?" I ask, following him out of his room.

"I don't remember." Axel stops once he sees Tamara in the living room. "You're also here?" He picks up an almost empty bottle of Jack Daniels, but Tamara snatches it from his hand.

"What did you expect after what you did?" she asks, glaring at him as he hisses and walks to the kitchen.

"I know why you guys are here and—"

I cut him off before he spouts any rubbish, which I'm sure he's about to do. "Since you know why we're here, then don't waste our time. Let's get down to business. Sit your ass down and listen to everything I'm going to tell you before you say anything."

"And if I refuse?" he asks, pulling out a handle of vodka from the fridge.

"Do you really want to know what will happen?" I narrow my eyes at him and the bottle in his hand.

"I hate the both of you," he mutters, sitting on one of the kitchen stools.

"The feeling is mutual," Tamara says, grabbing the vodka and placing it out of his reach.

"I'm listening," Axel says, staring at me with no emotion in his eyes or face.

"Axel, I know you left because you want to save yourself the heartbreak that might come if Camila leaves you for Danny or because of the age difference. But let me tell you this, you are the one breaking your own heart, not Camila."

"Bullshit!" he says, waving me off.

I continue, "You are causing yourself and the girl you love both heartache for something that might never happen."

"Do you really think so, cousin? You didn't see her the night she got the call from the hospital."

"I might not have seen her, but what did you expect? She was in love with Danny for seven years. She's allowed to be worried about him after hearing he got into an accident."

"All the more reason for me to leave."

"Just because she was a little worried about him doesn't mean she still loves him."

"It does."

"No, it doesn't."

"Her worrying for him, or taking care of him, could make her feelings come back," Axel argues.

"That won't happen. He cheated on her, multiple times, during their entire relationship. She might not wish him dead, but she's definitely not going back to him."

"And most importantly," Tamara adds. "She's moved on and is in love with you now."

"Still," Axel says.

"Have you even spoken to or seen her since you left? The girl looks like a ghost of herself because of how torn up she is from you leaving," I say.

He doesn't answer the question, instead choosing to stare at the floor in silence.

"Axel," Tamara says, dropping her hand onto his shoulder and giving it a squeeze. "I know it's easier said than done, but you shouldn't feel insecure about being younger than Camila. If anything, I think she's the one who would receive backlash for your relationship, but fuck what other people might say. She's not worried about it, so you shouldn't be either. Don't let your fears stop you from being with her. That girl loves you and would do anything to be with you."

Axel sighs, continuing to stare at the floor.

"She is never going back to Danny. She loves you and—" I halt when someone walks into the kitchen.

"Axel," Camila says softly.

"Camila!" He quickly lifts his head.

"They're right, baby. A part of me was worried for Danny because of the history we have but that's all it is—history. I will never love him again, because I love you now." She moves closer to him.

"Camila," Axel says, his voice barely above a whisper.

"They're also right about the age gap," Camila continues. "I don't care that you're younger. I love you, and that's all that matters to me. And if you love me then that should be enough for you, too."

"I do love you, babe. More than you can imagine."

"That's all that matters."

"You're right," Axel says, grabbing Camila's hand and staring deeply into her eyes. "It is all that matters. I'm sorry, my love. I was so blinded with saving myself from future heartbreak that I wasn't thinking straight."

"It's okay," Camila replies. "I'm happy this happened now, so we could get passed it and be stronger."

"I love you," Axel says, wrapping his arms around Camila's waist.

"I love you, too," she echoes and lifts on her toes to kiss him.

Immediately, I turn around, gagging when I hear a moan escape one of them. "I think our job here is done," I say to Tamara.

"Yes, it is. I'm so happy they worked it out," Tamara says, walking toward the front door.

"Me too," I agree, following her.

We get to the front door, but as she's reaching for the handle, someone opens it from the other side.

"Beau!" I say, shocked. "What are you doing here?" I ask as he walks into the apartment.

"Someone couldn't wait for Tamara to get back to the hotel," Beau answers and gestures to Harvey, who walks in after him.

"What are you doing here?" Tamara asks through gritted teeth.

Uh oh. Is something going on with them?

"I should be asking you that question. What the fuck are you doing here without telling me?" he asks, enraged.

I look at Beau, lifting my brows and giving him a questioning look. He shakes his head, indicating he doesn't know what's going on either.

"If I recall the last time we talked about this, you don't own me, remember? So if I wish to go somewhere, then I don't have to fucking tell you!" Tamara yells.

You have got to be kidding me. I just saved one couple, and now this?

My eyes widen as, in the blink of an eye, Harvey grabs Tamara's arm and pulls her closer to him. His face is red with anger, and I can hear his heavy breathing from where I stand.

I move to get him away from her, but Beau stops me and whispers in my ear. "He might be pissed off, but he'd never hit her. Don't worry." I look at him and he nods in reassurance.

"I own you, Tamara," Harvey says. "You might have forgotten, but I fucking own you, and I think it's time that I remind you of that. Let's go." He scoops Tamara off the ground, putting her over his shoulder.

"Put me down this instant, Harvey!" Tamara says, hitting his back as he walks out of Axel's apartment. He spanks her ass, and Tamara hits him even harder in response.

What the hell just happened?

I turn to face Beau. "Care to explain what I just witnessed?"

He rubs a palm over his face and sighs. "You know how they've been having problems because of Harvey's possessiveness?"

"Yes."

"Well, last night he punched someone who, according to him, was trying to take Tamara away from him. And out of spite, Tamara left Louisiana without telling him."

"Wow, Harvey is getting out of control..." I say, leaving the apartment.

"He is, but don't worry. Tamara is fine. I'd even bet they're going to end up having sex once they're done arguing." Beau presses the elevator button.

"I know..." Tamara has told me that's how most of their arguments end, but that was the first time I've ever seen them fight. And I'm a little worried.

"Don't overthink it, mon amour. I'm sure she'll be fine, but I will try to talk some sense into Harvey."

"Alright, I trust you. Thank you."

"Good," he says, wrapping his arms around my waist and walking us into the elevator. "I can't wait to get to our hotel room. I've missed you, mon amour." His voice is husky, and before I know it, he's kissing the back of my ear and nibbling on it. I moan, moving my neck to the side to give him more access.

"I can't wait either." I turn to face him. He captures my lips, knocking the air out of me instantly. The amazing taste of him fills my mouth as his tongue invades it. I wrap my arms around his neck as he pulls me closer, deepening our kiss and pulling me flush against him. His hard-on presses against my lower belly, and my core throbs. I've missed him so much. A moan threatens to escape my mouth, but Beau swallows it as he pushes me back against the elevator wall.

He suddenly releases my lips. I open my eyes to find his filled with lust and desire.

"I can't wait any longer, mon amour," Beau says, his chest falling and rising in a fast rhythm.

"What do you mean?" I ask through swollen lips with the rhythm of my breaths matching his.

"I'm going to fuck you here." He pulls the elevator stop button.

He moves his hand under my dress and pulls my underwear down. He takes his time, and my skin burns with pleasure as his fingers caress my legs.

"Beau..." I moan, eager for him to fuck me. My core throbs as Beau sniffs my underwear before putting it in his back pocket. He kisses me again, and I hear the ruffle of clothes. He must be working his zipper.

"Wrap those sexy legs around my waist, baby," he commands with his lips still against mine and places his hand on my ass to help me up. I wrap my arms around his neck and do as he says. My perky breasts, which are dying for his hand or mouth to be on them, comes in contact with his warm chest. Wetness pools between my legs. God! Beau needs to fuck me soon.

He releases my lips, staring at me intensely. Lust fills his eyes, but the love he has for me shines even brighter. I look at him with my lips parted, breathless and my core dripping wet, waiting for him to take me.

"You are so fucking beautiful," he says before lifting me up and thrusting into me. More wetness pools in my core. His thrusts start slow, but then they quicken.

"Still as fucking tight as the first time," Beau says, filling me to the hilt. Sucking in a breath, I wrap my arms tighter around his neck. My body burns with pleasure with every move he makes.

"Beau," I moan, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

"Fuck Delilah!" Beau says, moving me up and down his member at a maddening pace. I dig my nails into his back as Beau hits that certain spot. He's killing me with pleasure.

"I missed you so much, my love." I don't just mean sexually, and I know Beau knows that.

"I missed you too, mon amour." He buries his lips in my neck and leaves burning kisses on my skin. "How close are you?" he pants.

"Close, my love." My release builds in the pit of my stomach. "Faster," I say, breathless.

Beau does as I ask, and I throw my head back, pressing my fingers into his back. I cum hard. Beau follows right after, grunting into my neck as he cums. He drops me on the ground and pulls me into his chest.

"I love you," he says, looking into my eyes. There's no hint of a lie in his gaze. This man loves me, and I know it. I can feel it in the depths of my soul.

"I love you too," I reply, smiling.