"Just a good-bye. That's all," he implored.
His head dipped down slowly. Lexi felt as if she were watching him in slow motion as he descended towards her. She could almost feel the taste of his lips as energy radiated out of every pore. Her skin was on fire and she could feel her body impulsively reacting to his touch. Her eyes stared deeply into the cerulean orbs entrancing her.
Her heart remembered every moment she had given into him just like this. She remembered her head feeling dizzy and light headed. Her heart racing along at a sprinter's speed. Her eyes glazing over with desire and fluttering closed in anticipation. Her lips quivering as she wet them waiting for them to be covered with his own. Her cheeks flushing with warmth and desire. A wonderful ringing sound filling her ears.
She could remember every sensation she had ever felt with Jack in that instant as he demanded one last thing from her.
One last kiss good-bye.
Just as he was about to touch her lips to his own, she took a step backwards and smiled brightly. "Good-bye Jack," she said turning on her heel, walking through the sliding glass doors, and leaving him behind.
She felt as if she were walking on clouds as she ventured out towards the hanger where the private jet Chyna had secured was located. All she had was her purse. No Jack. No weight on her shoulders. She felt as if she was breathing in new air. Her mind was buzzing with possibilities. Her feet carried her out to the private hanger and across the cement tarmac to the waiting plane. As she approached, she noticed someone waiting at the bottom of the stairs.
The closer she got the more she realized that the person wasn't dressed in a uniform of any sort. She knew the person standing there waiting for her. Her heart sped up in anticipation of what was to come. The lightweight feeling she had experienced left her with the prospect that she had one more conversation ahead of her before she left for home, one more conversation that she didn't want to have.
"I'm glad I didn't miss you," Ramsey said walking confidently to her side and enveloping her in a hug. She sighed into his chest and wrapped her arms loosely around his waist. "Chyna told me this is where you'd be."
Bekah and Jack's words rang clear in her mind. At least one thing was certain, she had known Ramsey previously. The more she thought on that the more she realized that he had to be Armani Guy. She knew it was ridiculous to even consider since it was such a strange coincidence. But it would be even stranger if he just happened to know things about her like he had since she got here. The thought that he was Bekah's pawn in a game she was playing to hold onto Jack was harder to believe, but it certainly would explain a large majority of his actions.
Ramsey pulled back leaving only a rather small space between them, as usual ignoring any means of personal space. "You look different," he mused out loud.
"Do I?" she questioned.
"I don't know what it is," he admitted.
"Bad?"
"You could never look bad."
"Cut the act," she said turning her head to the side, away from his endearing green eyes.
"I'm not acting. From the way you left my apartment last night, you look like a new woman. It's very becoming," he said eyeing her up and down.
"Well thank you, but there is no need for your charade any longer," she said taking a step back.
In typical Ramsey fashion, he followed her in a synchronized dance. "Why do you keep saying that?" he asked his eyebrows scrunching together.
"I know what's been going on. They told me everything," she said running her fingers through her hair and sweeping a strand behind her ear.
"They? Bekah and Jack?" he asked and watched her confirmation. "Those bastards."
"So it's true?" she asked taking a step back in pure shock. She hadn't really believed it until she looked into his face. For some demented purpose, he had played her. But it didn't explain what he was doing here. "If it is true, then what are you even doing here?"
"Look if you don't want to see me any longer, I would understand, but know that I still want to see you Lexi. I didn't know the first time I saw you again at the Country Club that you were my Alexa, but I figured it out pretty quick," he told her using her first name rather possessively.
"I wanted to tell you, but there was never a right time, and I thought you might think less of me. I wasn't really in a good place at that time of my life. I thought you would just see me as that guy who had gotten you drunk and tried to take you back to his place. And I knew you were better than that. I wanted to be that other guy for you," he said rambling on like the first time when she had spoken to him outside of the bathroom at the Country Club.
"I don't care about the fact that we knew each other that night. I was just using you to forget," she steered clear of Jack's name, "forget everything anyway," she admitted. Ramsey's face changed in that moment. It was as if his worries about slipping up had just fallen off of his shoulders. He even appeared taller which was really awkward for Lexi who already had to strain her neck to look up at him since he never left more than six inches between them.
"But they did tell you about that? I mean that would be it right?"
"Sure Jack told me that. I had the pieces in my mind already but I just hadn't knit them together. And I guess your explanation makes sense, but I would have rather you told me the truth."
"You're big on truth aren't you?"
"Yes," she stated simply thinking about how lying and deceit had ruined her life.
"Well now that that is out of the way. When can I see you again?" he asked his full-watt smile reaching all the way up to his eyes.
She shook her head in disbelief. "Never, because you're a player and you played me." She tried to move around him to the stairs of the plane, but he reached out and grabbed her arm. He spun her around until she was facing him again.
"I…what?" he asked his lips parted and eyes stormy. "I've never played you."
"You say that as if you are a player."
He gulped. "Well I haven't played you."
"So everyone was right when they said I didn't know you and that you weren't everything you seemed."
"Is anyone ever what they seem?" he asked. "You have secrets. Everyone has them."
"Yeah but I don't try and ruin someone's life for sport," she spat at him.