"Ok babe, I'll go grab a few more boxes. Ricky's going to meet me downstairs."

I don't say anything just quickly nod and continue packing my clothes. I feel awful packing the clothes he purchased for me but he threw out all the clothes I owned, so if I don't take these I'll be walking around naked and I'm not into that idea. The police will have me taken into a jail cell the second I step foot outside the establishment.

Having practically zero personal possessions made this a lot easier. I didn't really care what was left behind and what I could fit in the boxes, they're all materialistic items that aren't worth a cent as memorabilia, but they're worth a petty penny materialistically.

I seem to have been lost in a train of thought as I hadn't noticed Ricky and Marie standing behind me. "Hey baby." The tension on Ricky's face doesn't go unnoticed. He's clearly attempting to hide his true emotions, but is failing miserably. The pity's there and that's enough for me to get up and yank the boxes from his grasp and continue packing.

I shove my shoes into one of the larger boxes. For some reason Grayson made sure to buy me, what feels like hundreds of pairs of heels. They're all very sexy pairs of shoes so I guess that explains it.

Marie's phone goes off while she's taping up the boxes labeled 'shirts' and 'skirts' she grasps the small device, fishing it out of her back pocket. "Oh shit. They're headed back to the office, dad couldn't hold Mr Black off anymore. He was adamant on heading back to the office so he could celebrate with you."

"Awe, that's sweet. Come on, you guys have to admit that's- ow!" Marie's quick to smack Ricky on the side of his head like a disapproved mother to her child.

"Shutup Ricky! The asshole had another freshly fucked woman exiting his office on their wedding day!"

Quickly he holds both hands up, immediately surrendering under her patronising gaze. "You're right. You're right, no need to slap me."

As I watch their little showdown my phone rings. I know who it is by the ringtone. I changed it to the classic Darth Vader music. It seemed fitting at the time. But right now I'm about to have a panic attack.

"Olivia? Are you gonna get that?" I look at Marie.

"It's him. What do I do?"

"Oh my god! You put Darth Vader music as his ringtone? Classic!" That earns Ricky another smack.

While Ricky's clutching his head in pain she turns to me. "Pick it up, act like nothings wrong, otherwise we won't have enough time to get you out of here. He'll have the place on lockdown."

I nod and press the green button holding it up to my ear. "Hi."

Good start I guess. Cant go wrong with 'hi'

"Hey baby, I have some big news!" I can hear how giddy he is.

While I'm on the phone, the two continue to tape up the remaining boxes.

"Oh really? What is it?"

"I'm headed back to the office now. I'll tell you when I get back... I just couldn't wait to call you."

"Um. How far are you from the office?" I put him on speaker phone so they can hear.

"Ah, about fifteen minutes. Why? Are you planning a surprise? Maybe one that involves you spread out across my desk-"

My cheeks turn a rosy pink and I immediately put him off speaker putting the phone back against my ear.

I cut him off "uh, yep. Something like that. Now I've got to go and make sure everything's ready. Don't be too long!"

Or take as long as you want.

I hang up before he can get another word in. "Shit. Only fifteen minutes? We need to go, now. Sorry babe we aren't going to be able to take everything."

I shake my head "it's fine, let's just get as many boxes down there. My suitcase has my essentials anyway."

Marie and Ricky give a curt nod and we all start grabbing boxes and taking them downstairs to put in the elevator.

It takes a few trips and too much sweating. Ricky and Marie refused to let me get the heavier boxes as they 'wanted their niece or nephew to stay safe.' Which was sweet but it pisses me off that I'm less of a help.

We all squish together in the elevator and press the ground floor.

While I watch the digits decline Marie speaks up "we need to be quick. As soon as they see you exiting the elevator with these boxes the front desk are going to inform Mr Black. You are to take your suitcase and leave. Once you're out of the building they can't stop you from leaving. Ricky and I will get the boxes out and I'll drive you to my apartment, Ricky will tail us."

Jesus I sound like a prisoner trying to escape her cell. I guess that's what I've somewhat become. Grayson has a lot of power and money. He could ruin my future with just one phone call. I hope he isn't that petty. At least for our child's sake.

The elevator door opens, Marie shoved me out with my suitcase. I reach down to grab it and notice the shiny object on my left ring finger. Oh shit I forgot to leave it back up in the penthouse.

I run! Or scuttle. But it's running in my head so let's go with run.

I run to the front desk. "Ah Mrs Black!" Heh? How does this man know who I am? I haven't seen him before.

"How do you know who I am?"

"Mr Black owns the building. We make it a point to know him and his family."

Righttttt. Still creepy if you ask me.

He eyes the suitcase I'm holding in a death grip. I see the wheels in his head turning but they come to a stop when he sees me handing over my wedding ring.

"Tell him I'm sorry." That sounds a little cliché....

"And that he's a piece of shit.... Oh also!-"

Im on a roll now.

"-That his mother should've swallowed!... wait she's a lovely woman, don't say that. Oh wait, this one's better, he can suck my non existent dick and choke, yeah, ah hah. That should do."

I pat the man's lapels "thanks bro."

He looks at me gobsmacked but quickly reaches for the phone. That's my que to run.

I bold for the glass door and quickly look back to see the man frantically speaking on the phone, his eyes catching mine. Shit, we really need to get out of here.

I look desperately for Ricky and Marie. They're still inside grabbing the boxes. Agh! Fuck they need to hurry, knowing Grayson he'll be here any minute.

I step inside but make sure that I still have a quick escape route. "Rick, Marie! Hurry! He's on his way." Their eyes meet mine, both looking nervous.

They quicken their pace and make it over to me with two boxes each "you two go grab the rest, I'll put these in Ricky's van."

"But-"

"Marie don't argue with me. He's coming and we need to get the fuck out of here before he drags me by my hair back up to his apartment." Her eyes widen at my sudden outburst but she doesn't argue.

I have to grab one at a time, I'm not the strongest person their is. But at least I'm moving this agonising process along.

Ricky's vans already pretty packed so whatever boxes they're currently collecting are going to have to go in Marie's red Lexus.

I just managed the last box, shoving it in Ricky's van and shutting the doors. The two run out of the building, carrying a box each.

I move to Marie's car and open the trunk just as a black SUV pulls up to the curb.

"Olivia get in the car! Lock your door!" I don't question it and immediately move to the car and throw myself inside. I do as she says, locking my door.

I hear the trunk close the same time I see his suit clad body exit the car.

He's livid. In all my years working for the man, I've never seen him so pissed. Not even when he lost a couple million dollars during a deal that went south.

I hear him yelling at Marie and Ricky. Most likely a string of expletives knowing how he gets when he's pissed. Marie shoved her door open and I hear her voice as the door opens "you no good son of a bitch! I fucking quit!" My eyes widen at her declaration.

She slams her door shut. She's about to push on the gas but I stop her. She looks at me confused "are we not still going?"

My eyes make contact with his. He's not only mad, he's hurt. Deeply. Well. So am I, asshole!

"Why did you quit?"

She scoffs "you really think I'd continue working for that piece of shit? No way am I representing a cheaters company who broke my best friends heart.

I wipe a stray tear from my cheek. "Now can we go? He's heading back to his car. He's probably planning on tailing us."

"Step on it!" It's all I say and she slams her foot on the gas, taking off into the nightmare of New York City traffic.

She's swerving left and right, cars honking at every move. "What are you? A ducking race car driver?"

She shrugs "yeah I did a little racing two years ago."

Oddly enough I'm not surprised.

"Uh, what about Ricky?"

"Could you call him?"

I grab my phone "sure."

I dial Ricky's number and he immediately picks up "As suspected, he followed your car immediately but lost you so I'm going to take the back roads to your apartment."

"Alright Rick, thanks." He hangs up.

"Doesn't Grayson know where you live?"

"No. He'd have to go all the way back to the office and go to Human Resources."

"Well won't he eventually figure it out?"

"Yeah. But I've already informed security to not let him past."

"What did you say?" This piqued my curiosity.

"I told them the truth, and paid them a hefty sum of money to make sure he doesn't step a foot inside."

"You didn't have to do that."

"What are besties for?" She looks at me waggling her eyebrows. I laugh.

We pull up outside another fancy looking building. It's similar to Graysons one but this one isn't quite so... intense? It's not all up in your face which I appreciate.

"Ok, let's hurry. Ricky said we lost him a while back so we should be fine to take these boxes up. Ricky's going to text when he gets here."

We go to her trunk. She grabs the boxes and I take my suitcase and purse.

The inside of her building has a nice earthy tone and it's more homey rather than showy. We go to the elevator and presses the button for floor number 14.

"My apartment isn't as crazy as Graysons but it's still nice."

"Don't worry. I lived in a shit hole before I moved in with him. I'm excited."

She grasps my hand with a warm smile plastered on her face. "Same. I can't wait to live with you. We can do all the girly things."

"Oo! Like movie nights?"

"Yes! Every night will be like a sleepover." I smile big. Maybe this is for the best.

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Marie's apartments bigger than she made it seem.

Along with the lobby her apartment has very earthy tones which she spruces up with cremes and whites here and there.

She shows me her room which is large with a balcony and a master bathroom and closet. Next my room which has a decent sized closet and a floor to ceiling window which I adore. Along with a queen sized bed that has white fluffy throw pillows.

I jump onto the bed. It's so comfy. I just want to curl up and sleep. The bed dips as Marie joins me "you can keep the stuff that doesn't fit in your closet in mine. Although I have to warn you, I will definitely be borrowing your stuff. Grayson gave you every girls dream wardrobe."

I chuckle "well of course. He bought way too much. I won't be able to put it all to use."

"Ugh! God bless you!" She plants a kiss on my cheek causing me to giggle.

We both move from the bed and to the open plan kitchen that faces the lounge and windows. We plop down on a brown leather couch. "You're place is gorgeous, I can't believe you're letting me stay here."

"Hey babe, what's mines yours. To be honest, I'm super excited to help you out with your pregnancy."

I grimace "yeah just wait till I walk into the kitchen with vomit in my hair, swollen ankles and a bitchy attitude."

"Is it weird that I'm excited for that? I can't wait to see you're little frame with a cute lil baby bump."

I pat her leg "yep you're weird and you're dreaming of you think that bumps going to be little. It'll be the fucking death of me. I won't be able to see my feet!"

"Whatever I'm still excited... Ricky's heading up. He's got security helping with boxes so he doesn't need our help." She throws her head back against the couch, causing another laugh to erupt from my chest.

It's nice to be laughing for a change. But there's still the issue of Grayson getting up here. Marie may have paid them off, but Graysons one of the most powerful men in New York. He may just find a way.

Soon enough he'll give up. I just have to wait it out until then. I can do that.