I watch the door like a mad man, waiting to see her. I swear, I hope what I'm feeling on the inside doesn't show on the outside because I'm a wreck. There is so much anxiety building on my insides right now that I feel like I'm about to be sick.

My leg starts bouncing under the table. Prez shoots me a 'what the hell' look from across the room, so I put my hand on it to try to stop. There's only one other time that I've been crazy nervous, and that was when Lauren told me she was pregnant. My nerves were jacked up for days, but the way I feel right now, it's at a magnitude that I've never experienced. Fuck. Can she get here already? I don't know what to expect from her though. Is she going to walk up to me and slap me? Does she hate me? She's probably never going to talk to me again. Shit! I sigh with elbows on the table, covering my face with my hands, and then I hear it.

The door opens, and I quickly remove my hands. Our eyes lock, but she quickly diverts her focus. Oh my God; I can't take my eyes off of her. I've missed her so fucking much; I just want to scoop her into my arms and kiss her all over. I want to hug her so tight and tell her how sorry I am, how much she means to me, how much I love her. My cock twitches. Yeah, man, I know you've been missing her too.

So that tornado of nerves that's been revolving in my gut all morning is quickly turning into anger. It's all I can do not to run across the room and smack Moretti's hand off of Nicole. He's touching her on the back, leading her to a chair. He's touching what's mine, dammit! Ugh...is she still mine? She probably hates me! Hell, I hate me right now. My eyes won't leave her, and I watch every interaction between them. Moretti pulls the chair out for her to sit, puts a hand on her shoulder, and whispers something in her ear. She smiles. Fuck! He does a quick glance around the room and proceeds to sit down beside Nicole. He leans over again, saying something to her; she fucking smiles again!!! What the hell is going on with them? Their little intimate interactions are fucking with my brain, and I'm about to lose my shit!

I hear someone clearing their throat, and I look around to see Prez staring at me with wide eyes, slowly shaking his head 'no' at me. He looks like he wants to choke me. Well, that's ok with me, but only if I get to choke Moretti first!

And then Moretti starts speaking. "Gentleman, thank you for coming in today. Let's get down to business and make it quick. Nicole and I have another appointment."

My eyes go from Moretti to Nicole. She's avoiding my gaze, but then she starts to speak. If there was a test later, I'm pretty sure I would fail because I can't tell you a word that anyone's saying. I search her face, and it's then that I see the pain. Pain that's she's trying hard not to show, but I see it. Eyes that once used to shine so bright for me look sad. She looks like she's lost weight even though that dress is hugging her curves just right, but I can tell. All because of me. Sighing, my hands scrub across my face, hoping that I will get my shit together, but it's not working. My brain is in a daze, and I have no idea what they've been discussing, but I'm sure as hell glad it's over.

"Now, if you'll excuse us, we must be on to our next meeting." Moretti stands, helps Nicole with her chair, and they proceed towards the door.

I make it out just in time to see him open the car door for her and take Nicole's hand to help her inside. Her eyes look up and find me watching her. She pauses for a minute, as if she wants to say something, but thinks better of it and gets in. My stomach is in knots, and if I don't get out of here, I'm pretty sure I'll be sick. I don't know what I'm going to do, but I one thing I do know...I need to get my shit together. I can't lose her forever. I refuse.