When I arrived in Seattle it was already almost midnight. I hated that I had to keep my father up and waiting this long for me. I hope he knows I just needed to come. I took a taxicab to his apartment where he lived at the top of one of his hotels and smiled when I arrived. I missed this place.

It had such a beautiful view.

I paid the cab driver before going inside to be greeted by the doorman, Mr. Chesterfield. "Welcome back, Miss Anderson."

"Hi! It's been a while! Well, I better head on up. My father is waiting!" I bid him goodbye and walked towards the elevator with my bags. I rode it up to the top floor, and when the doors opened, I walked towards my father's door. I slid the key card I was given last summer when I was in here into the slot and the green button went off alarming that the door was now unlocked.

I opened the door and stepped into the dark house. "Dad?" I called out.

I walked further into the apartment taking in every detail. He hasn't changed much. The interior design was as elegant as ever. I felt like if I touched something, I would break it, so I kept my hands by my side.

"In the kitchen sweetie," my dad's voice calls out. I dropped my bags by a wall and practically ran to the kitchen where I was greeted by my dad on his laptop. He was focused very deeply on something. Business. He's all business.

"What are you doing up? It's midnight." I tell him.

He chuckled, closing his laptop, "Waiting for you. Didn't want to be asleep when my favorite child came home." He stood up from the table and opened his arms up.

I smiled enveloping him in a hug, "Thanks for letting me come so last minute. I had a pretty bad day."

He took a step back and looked into my eyes, "Baby, you're welcome here anytime. Always remember that." He cleared his throat, "And your mother mentioned that." I looked at him confused and he added, "She called me."

I smile at him and nod, "Oh."

"Reagan, when you're young, it feels like everything is the end of the world. But in reality, it's only the beginning. And you don't just dispose of people you love. You stay. You repair."

I nod understandingly, "Thank you, dad. I love you; I missed you so much!" I kiss his cheek.

He smiled, "Well I'm going to head off to bed. Don't stay up too late. Love you too, kiddo." He ruffled my hair before exiting the kitchen scurrying off to his bedroom.

I take the chance to look around more at the house. It had windows everywhere looking over the spectacular city. It would be so cool to live here full-time.

I find a door that leads to a balcony that wraps around the apartment. I open it and I am immediately greeted by the crisp, late September air. I wrap my arms around my body as the wind blows my hair all over the place. I lean over the railing and look at the skyline. It was pitch black around. Most of everyone had gone to sleep with their lovers right next to them.

But that isn't me. Freaking Christian. Freaking Sam.

I just want to know where I went wrong. How could someone that meant so much to me do that to me? Just shatter my heart to pieces why don't you?

I just want to stop feeling like I've been stabbed in the heart too many times. But, what if the only way to not feel bad is to stop feeling anything, forever?

You just want to believe that there are good guys in this world. But they are all shit. They don't care about anything but themselves it feels like. As if the only opinion that matters is theirs. As if they are the kings and us girls are the peasants. But sometimes you make choices in life and sometimes, life makes choices for you.

I hear the doorbell ring inside and I have to take a double take. Who is at the door at one in the morning? It can't be anyone. Well, maybe it's a worker coming up here with some sort of problem.

The doorbell rings again and I assume my dad isn't going to answer it, so I head back inside and walk towards the door. I swing the door open, and my mouth immediately hangs wide open. "Christian?"

He looks at me pleadingly, "Reagan I know I'm the biggest asshole in the world, but I know I made a huge mistake and I need to apologize to you and tell you what happened between Sam and me. Will you let me?"

I stare at him wide-eyed ignoring his apology, "You-you're in Seattle." I want to smile and immediately forgive him because he showed up, but I need to be strong.

He moves forward and grabs my hand, but I flinch back before he can grab it. I then got serious, "Christian I don't know what shitty excuse you come bringing here, in fucking Seattle, at almost one in the morning, but I'll give you, let's say five minutes."

I open the door wider so he can walk inside. I can see him swallow hard as he walks through the door. He sets his bag down and turns to me, but I cut him off before he can say anything, "Let's go outside."

We walked out onto the balcony and sat at a table that was out there. "It's beautiful here," Christian comments.

I nod looking once again at the skyline of the city, "Yeah." Tick-tock Christian Sands, you only have five minutes...

"Listen, Reagan, just hear me out..." he trailed off. He began to tell the elaborate story of how Sam found out he was in the drug business and threatened to tell the police. She told him that if he dumped me and dated her his secret would be safe. I immediately felt like an overreacting spoiled princess.

"Wow," I say at the information that had just been obtained in my brain. He bit his lip nervously, not willing to look me in the eyes as his fingers tapped on the table, anxiously. "Well, uh, why are you here then, with me? Shouldn't you be with her?"

He rolls his eyes at the thought, "When you saw me kiss her my heart shattered into bits and pieces. I couldn't do it. So, I sold all the drugs telling them to not contact me again, went to your house but to only find out you were gone from your mother, bought a plane ticket, and showed up at a random place praying that this is the apartment your dad lived in."

I could feel my cheeks heat up, "You went to my house?"

"Yeah. Your mom answered and told me where your dad lived and told me to go get you if I truly wanted to be with you."

"So, you mean to tell me you just dropped out of the drug business for me?" I ask.

He hesitates before he nods, "I did. But Clay is still in. Well, I guess he's running the show now."

My mouth hung open as I reflected on my actions from earlier. I sighed, "I'm sorry for running off like that. I know that isn't something you wouldn't do to me."

He grabbed my hand from across the table and looked deeply into my eyes, "No. Don't be sorry for anything, Rea. This is all my fault I shouldn't have caved into her. She is very manipulating."

I cracked a smile for the first time today, "Tell me about it. I had to deal with it for years."

"I am so sorry for fucking everything up," Christian tells me.

"And I'm sorry for calling you a name you don't like."

He shakes and smiles, "I deserved it."

I curiously asked him, "Why do you hate that name anyway?"

His face flashes with some sort of unreadable expression before turning back to normal, "Now that, my princess, is a story for another day." He looks at his watch, "Well I better go. I need to go check into the hotel I booked."

I stare at him confused, "No. It's too late. Stay here."

He smirks, "Good, I'm glad you said that because I didn't make a reservation anywhere."

I shake my head with laughter, "So you came all the way here knowing that I would forgive you?"

"Well, If I'm going to be completely honest, yes, because you are a forgiving person."

I stood up from my seat, walked over to him, and sat on his lap, "You're right." I then kissed him and murmured against his lips, "You're just very manipulative."