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Reagan puffed herself up, so she was standing at her full height. I was still a bit taller, but it was easy to see she was trying to assert herself. She was powerful in her own way.

“I wanted to talk to you,” I muttered.

My head was swimming. I couldn’t focus, my eyes wanting to dart down to her thighs and the sweet pussy between them. We were so close to the bar. I could throw Reagan over the counter, pull up her skirt, and thrust into her tight center again. Lust ran through my veins, hot and heavy. My dick was hard and starting to drip precum.

“About what?” she snapped, bringing my eyes back up to her strikingly attractive face. “You haven’t seen me in almost ten years. You never looked for me or tried to contact me. I’ve been in Aspen this entire time, the same name. You could have found me if you wanted to, Aiden. So, the only reason you haven’t come to see me or talk with me is because you didn’t want to. We’re not long-lost friends, Aiden, so stop acting like we are.”

There was a lot of rage in her words. She must have been wanting to say that to me for a while, but I was confused. A relationship is a two-way street. I wasn’t about to take the blame for all of this. I was the victim here.

Placing one arm onto the bar, I trapped her between my body and the wood. “I hate to be the one to remind you, love, but I didn’t end our relationship. You left me, remember?”

“But,” Reagan started to trail off almost immediately. I waited to see if there was going to be any rebuttal, but she was just stammering her way through nothing.

“Exactly.” I leaned closer, pushing my hard cock into her hip. “You’re the one who didn’t want to know me. You’re the one who left me for another man. I thought that’s what you wanted, to never see me again. After I read your letter…”

“Stop,” she cut me off with a wave of hands.

I stepped back.

She was so upset she was shaking. The conversation was upsetting. Reagan’s gaze had fallen to the ground as if she was ashamed, but she looked back up to me. It was like she was pleading for something. “Aiden,” she started, but she stopped talking when her phone rang. She took it out from her pocket and looked at it for a second before answering.

“Hello?”

She turned away from me, talking as quietly as she could into the phone. I couldn’t hear what was being said on the other end, but whatever it was, it had Reagan freaked out.

“I’m on my way now.” She hung up her phone and looked back over at me like I didn’t matter at all. She didn’t explain. Reagan didn’t ask for help. Her eyes were blank. “I have to go.” She didn’t offer any kind of explanation beyond that.

Without a goodbye, the love of my life walked away from me and out of the club. She never even turned back to give me one farewell look. Reagan hadn’t left anyway for me to contact her, no phone number, no email. She didn’t even say that I should.

This was not happening to me again.

It felt like we were about to get somewhere with our conversation, that I was about to get some sort of explanation for why she just up and left. There was no way I was going to let it end there. I already let Reagan disappear from my life once before, I wasn’t about to make the same mistake twice.

I had people here who would watch the club for me. They knew exactly what needed to be done. I already had my keys on me, so I followed Reagan out of the club, intending to find out what had her so worried. And, maybe, we might be able to continue our little conversation and come to a mutually satisfying ending.Chapter Five - AidenI followed not too far behind Reagan’s car until we reached a suburb of Aspen. I wasn’t totally sure where we were at — it had been some time since I’d driven through these streets — but the area didn’t look completely unfamiliar.

She parked in front of a midsized, brick home and ran inside. I made sure not to park too close by to avoid being seen.

Maybe it was Reagan’s house. I had no way of knowing, but she didn’t park in the driveway, so I doubted it. My ex was right when she said that I hadn’t tried looking for her. When Reagan had left me nine years ago, I scrubbed her from my life. But I knew that this wasn’t where she used to live.

I had spent a lot of evenings at her childhood home, a trailer in a trailer park, with her and her mother. Those were some of the best times of my life. We were from two different worlds, Reagan and me. My wealthy parents were nice enough, but it was just warmer at Reagan’s simple house. Her mom wasn’t so worried about appearances and good breeding. I could relax and be myself when I was there. I had felt safe. I had felt normal.