Chapter 185: Always mine forever
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I was exhausted and just wanted today to be over with. It started out amazing and ended with a nightmare. Slipping out of the Audi, I walked into our house, grabbed a beer and headed for the living room. I plopped down on the couch, not giving a shit where Drake was right now. Nothing could go right in our lives and I was tired. I just wanted one fucking good week with him. Just one! Was that too much to ask for?!
The sound of the garage door closing echoed through the kitchen. I held my breath, waiting for Drake to join me. His footsteps became louder the closer he approached me. I kept my eyes forward, staring out at the inground pool lit up like a glowing blue sea and took a deep breath.
Drake plopped down next to me without a word. He was inches away from me but we didn't touch. More tears blurred my vision, but I quickly blinked them away. I knew in my heart that Drake wasn't mad at me, but he was obviously mad.
Before I could say anything, Drake's phone rang, breaking the silence in the room. He let out an exasperated breath. "Sorry, I need to take this. It's Micky." He answered the call, putting it on speaker before he set it on the coffee table.
"Micky, I've got lynn here, too. What's the word?"
"Lynn, are you okay?"
Micky asked first.
"I'm fine, Mick," I replied quietly. I curled up on the couch and silently waited for the conversation to continue.
"I've spoken to my guy there in Miami. He told me that Noah and Jimmy were picked up earlier today. They were arrested for bribery. The charge won't hold them for long, though." He blew out a breath. "The charges against you are serious, lynn. I can make the assault charges disappear with self-defense, but the other offense..."
I swallowed hard, closing my eyes tightly. "It wasn't me," I whispered.
"Of course, it wasn't you, lynn," Drake snapped. "How do we erase that, Micky?"
"I don't know, man. We need proof that Brooke stole the camera and created that account. She stole a laptop from the studio, Dom, the IP address is traced back to you. They don't believe for one second that it wasn't lynn."
More tears came, slipping down my face and soaking the top of my chest. I felt like my hands were tied behind my back, suffocating me between a rock and a hard place. If we couldn't prove that it wasn't me, I'd serve jail time. My name would be dragged through the mud and everyone in my life would reap the consequences. Everything Drake has worked so hard for would crumble. Nobody would want to support a man's business if his fiancé is incarcerated for child pornography.
"What about cameras in the studio? I have them set up all over. Wouldn't they show Brooke stealing the camera and laptop?" Drake asked.
"That's what I was hoping for, but the cunt erased the hard drive. There is no footage, Drake," Micky replied. "I'm doing everything I can on my end. You two just sit tight and we'll be in touch. Take care of each other, this is going to be a fucking shitstorm."
Drake ended the call, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. His shoulders rocked from his heavy breathing. I hated seeing him like this. He was always under stress, under attack. We couldn't have one normal thing happen to us. Everything was always out to destroy us, and it might just win this time.
"I'm tired," I whispered, breaking the silence between us.
"Then let's go to bed." He sat back and looked over at me, reaching his hand over to rest on my thigh.
I shook my head, turning my gaze to his. "That's not what I meant," I whispered. "I'm tired of all of this, Drake. I can't take it anymore." Tears streamed down my face.
His expression softened as concern etched across his brow. "What are you saying, lynn?"
My shoulders shook as I held my breath and choked back my sobs. I nudged his hand from my thigh and stood up. My racing thoughts were relentless and I needed a moment. Hell, I needed more than a moment. I was about to freak out.
"I'm going to go take a shower," I stated, but before I could reach the end of the couch, Drake grabbed me.
"Lynn, what are you saying?" He repeated.
I glanced down at the beautiful diamond engagement ring on my finger as my bottom lip trembled. "I'm saying that I'm done. You don't deserve this. What I'm about to go through is going to destroy what you've built. I refuse to let that happen. I'm going back to Washington. We're through." I pulled the ring from my finger and handed it back to him.
"No," he snapped, refusing to take the ring. "We've come too far to give up on us, lynn. I won't let you fucking walk away. I won't let you go through this alone."
"Drake, stop! You don't get to tell me what to do this time! Our relationship has been nothing but amazing, but it's never truly been ours! I won't let you go down with me." I dropped my ring on the coffee table, spun on my heels, and ran upstairs.
I was a sobbing mess. Ending things between Drake was the hardest thing I've ever had to do in my life, but it had to be done. Brooke will go down by my hand, but the thought of Drake losing everything because of this makes me sick.
My tears blurred my vision as I pulled my luggage out of the closet, throwing my clothes into it as fast as I could. The bedroom door nearly flew off its hinges, banging against the door and making me jump. Drake marched right for me and the anger in his eyes scared me. I moved backwards until I couldn't move any further, slamming my back against the wall.
"We're not through, lynn, not even fucking close." He pinned me against the wall, grabbing each side of my face as he tilted my head up. "I don't give a flying fuck if I lose everything.
None of this means a damn thing to me without you by my side. I'll let it all go if I have to, but what I won't let go of is you. You're my fucking world, lynn."
A sob ripped from my lips as my body shook. I reached up and gripped his forearm's, holding on for dear life. I knew he wouldn't let me go easily, and part of me was glad he wasn't. The thought of walking out of here without him destroyed me. He was my world, too. It's the only reason why I wanted to leave in the first place.
"You're going to be my wife, and I'm going to love you until I take my last breath, then I'm going to love you for all eternity." He pressed his forehead against mine.
"Drake," I sobbed out, gripping his forearms harder.
He slammed his lips against mine, devouring my mouth. I moaned against his tongue as his hands roamed down my body and gripped the back of my thighs. He lifted me from the floor. My legs wrapped around his hips, and my arms around his neck. His tongue thrust into my mouth, taking possession of it.
Why I ever thought leaving Drake was a good idea is beside me. I needed him. I couldn't get through this without him. My heart couldn't live without him. My life would have no meaning without him. We'll get through this together, no matter how ugly it will get. Drake Hudson will forever be my always, and I'll never threaten to leave him again.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This is the end of the story, thanks for reading my story loveries.
