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wondering why the hell I slept with her in the first place. She was a bitch in high school and she’s an even a bigger bitch now. I really should have just jerked off.
    I walk back into Jenny’s office. “Have Jenna removed from the approved list at the guard station. Notify Aiden that she showed up, and ask him to send her a reminder copy of the NDA that she signed. And what’s with the pool party?”
    Jenny gives me her best shrug, and replies, “Who knows? It’s Tuesday. Isn’t that good enough reason for a pool party?”
    I roll my eyes. “Charlie’s upset. Ask everyone to get lost for a couple of hours.”
    “Security and Brad?”
    “Security, yes. Ask Brad to hang around for a little while. I may need him.”
    “What do you want me to do?”
    “Do you mind taking a long lunch? Hell, go get your nails done, or your hair dyed back to a normal color. Whatever. It’s on me,” I say with a shrug.
    Jenny laughs and says, “Get Caroline straightened out. She’s becoming a real bitch to be around.”
    Jenny’s words should piss me off. Instead, I just nod my head. I’ve noticed it also. This isn’t the first time Charlie has been upset, and I guess today is the day that we’re going to deal with it. As long as she isn’t leaving me, we can figure it out. I’ve told her this, over and over again. As long as we’re both committed to this working, we’re going to be fine. I just can’t fucking lose her again. Just the thought adds more weight to my chest.
    I know that she’s in the bedroom. That’s where she always is. I’ve got a twelve thousand square foot house, and she lives in two thousand square feet of it. I turn the doorknob, and it’s locked. That scares me more than her phone call. She’s never locked me out of the bedroom.
    I knock on the door a little more forcefully than I intend. “Charlie, it’s me. Open the door.” I can hear my heart beating in my chest, and my stomach feels like it’s full of battery acid. I need to see her, more than I need to breathe right now.
    I wait a couple of seconds and then hear the click of the door unlocking. I quickly throw it open, getting visual confirmation that she’s okay.
    The best I can say for her is that she’s alive. Her skin is grey, and her hair is in a ratted mess. But what scares me the most is her lavender eyes have dulled to a lifeless shade of nothingness. I’ve seen this look before – the day that she told me about her acceptance to Harvard. The flashback to that memory punches me in the gut.
    She walks over to the sitting area in our room and curls on the couch. Next to her is her phone and iPad. Her robe is loosely tied around her waist, but it’s not providing her any modesty. But even my dick doesn’t get hard when I see her like this.
    My girl is hurting, and I’m scared shitless. My mind starts racing with ideas of how I can fix this. I have to make whatever it is better. I can’t lose her again. It’s not that I don’t want to lose her; I mean I can’t physically fucking let her walk away again. I will not let her. I’ll follow her. Hell, if she’s kicking me out, I’ll sleep on the couch until we fix this. I’m never going to feel like I did when she left me the first time. Nope. Never again.
    I kneel down in front of her, and brush the loose strands of hair out of her face. One stubborn strand keeps covering her dull lavender eyes, so I tuck it behind her ear. I place my hands reassuringly on her arms. When she doesn’t brush them off, I take it as a good sign.
    “I’m here, baby. Whatever it is, we’ll work it out. I’ll fix it. I promise.” I hope that she hears in my voice just how serious I am. I will move heaven and earth to make her happy.
    In a resolved, quiet tone she says, “I’m not leaving you. But I’m asking you to come with me, or at least make some changes.”
    “Come where, sweetheart? Where do you want me to go?” I’m alarmed. I mean, I know that she hates my house, but we