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Thirty minutes after leaving the guys to deal with their issues, I'm sitting on the porch sipping wine straight from the bottle.

At this point, I'm trashed, I don't think I've ever been this drunk. All I wanted was one fun night, but with the tension between Aiden and Leo, it's becoming too much. It's every day with them.

"Need something stronger?" The familiar voice sounds distant, but I look back to see Leo walking closer to where I sit. He's clutching a decanter filled with dark liquor.

"Why not," I say, giggling at his question and grabbing the glass he poured for me.

He sits beside me, "I'm sorry about earlier, I know I push it, but I'll try and respect your boundaries." His tone is clipped.

"Why do you nottt like him?" I ask, trying not to slur my words, and failing.

He shrugs, a smile creeping up his face. "We're just too different." His words make me laugh, they're more alike than they think.

"How so?"

Raising his brow, he gives a cocky grin, "Sure, you want me to answer that?" I nod, "And you won't get mad?" he asks.

"I pinky prooomise."

Leaning back in his chair he takes a swig from the bottle, "I for one would never call you 'My property.'." He scoffs, I grab the bottle from his hands a take a swig for myself, already finished with the small glass he poured for me.

"I just don't want you to think no one could love you but him." I try to comprehend his words, but the alcohol is too strong and I'm just too drunk.

He takes my silence as the end of the conversation, "Look I'm not going to say anything else. It's your business, I just want to know if you're happy?"

A hiccup escapes my drunken lips as his warm hand grazes my leg.

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Aiden.

After laying on my back in our bed and mulling over what happened earlier, I finally decide it's time to go find Emilia.

I stumble down the dark steps looking for her, she never came to bed last night after our fight. I was surprised I could even fall asleep without her there, but by the clock readout saying four in the morning I must have slept pretty damn well, but where the fuck is she?

The house is extremely dark, I have to fumble through the cabin as the boards creak under my feet. I'm a little nervous because of how quiet it is but when I reach the kitchen, I hear the most perfect sound, her laughter.

I feel fucking awful for upsetting her earlier, I only partially meant what I said... still, I shouldn't have said it to . Leo just gets under my fucking skin.

Following the happy sounds of my beautiful girl, I step out onto the porch prepared to make a long speech about how sorry I am.

The crisp moonlight cast a bright glow across the wood flooring. Brightly illuminating my worst fucking nightmare.

Leo is standing in front of Emilia, her bare legs wrapped around him while she sits on the railing. The same position I had her in our first night back from Italy.

His pants in a heap at his feet; my eyes widen at the sight of him thrusting into her.

Inside of her.

It wasn't her laughter I was hearing; it was her fucking moans.

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