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doctor.”
    “Thanks,” Mike replies before saying goodbye and hanging up.
    Well, that phone call was pointless. I’m still in the same shit scenario as before.
    Glancing at my watch and seeing that I have to be at the other gym in twenty minutes across town, I say screw it to everything that’s saturated with water in front of me. I grab my briefcase and jacket, and head out the door.
    I’ll deal with this mess when I get back.

    – ALEXA –
    Although I feel like I just ran a marathon, I’m super excited with the amount of outfits I got on sale–Nolan will appreciate that. Ever since I was little, the first thing I do when returning from a shopping trip is try everything on again at home. I’m like a kid in a candy store with new clothes and accessories.
    As expected, Nolan is still not home when we pull into the driveway. I hope he’s having a good day. I’ve been so busy that I haven’t talked to him since I left school. Since this is Jamie’s first time to our house, I do a quick tour before running up to my bedroom to start trying on everything that we’ve purchased.
    “Oh my god, girl, I love that top. It makes your boobs look huge! Nolan is definitely going to love that one,” Jamie compliments the second top that I put on.
    “Yeah, I’m pretty sure this one will be a hit with him. Definitely a date night one,” I reply, twirling in front of my full length mirror checking out the low back and the built in push-up bra.
    I strip back down to my bra and underwear while Jamie pulls the next outfit from my bag.
    “Oh, I forgot you…”
    “What the FUCK is going on in here?” Nolan comes barging into our room. “Who the fuck are you?” His eyes are big and looks like he could kill someone.
    Nolan charges in full force to Jamie. I try to step in front of him to block his path, but he storms right by with no recollection of me in his way.
    He pushes Jamie up against the wall with so much force that I’m surprised he didn’t put Jamie through the wall.
    “Answer me, you son of a bitch! Who the fuck are you and what are you doin’ with my fiancé?”
    Trying to pull on Nolan’s arm to get his attention and diffuse the situation, I plead for him to stop.
    “Nolan, stop! This is Jamie…”
    Still holding Jamie up against the wall, he turns and looks at me.
    “Jamie is a fuckin’ guy?” he yells.
    Wiping the tears that are streaming down my face, I nod my head yes while I gulp back the knot forming in my throat. “Yes…he’s gay,” I manage to spit out.
    Nolan stares at me for a moment longer, not saying a word, probably trying to take in what I have just told him. For some reason, I thought he knew this. I wouldn’t deliberately keep this detail from him, I guess it just has never come up. We don’t have that much alone time, so talking about Jamie isn’t at the top of our list of conversations. Actually, we don’t do much talking during our alone times, and when we do, it’s usually about the wedding.
    Needing further confirmation before releasing him from his hold, Nolan looks at Jamie. Poor Jamie looks like he’s about to crap his pants, and is already nodding his head excessively in agreement.
    “Yes, I’m gay. I don’t want your fiancé…I mean, yes, she’s hot, but…”
    “Just stop…telling me that my fiancé is hot isn’t gonna save you from gettin’ your ass beat,” Nolan looks at him, still fuming with rage, but a little less than a minute ago.
    “Yes…yes, of course…sorry,” Jamie replies, scared out of his wits.
    “Please, babe,” I plead, tugging on Nolan’s arm to release Jamie from his hold.
    He looks from Jamie, to me, then back to Jamie while slowly backing away.
    Realizing that he’s not going to be killed, Jamie exhales deeply in relief as Nolan runs his hand through his hair and looks at me with a questionable look.
    “I’m sorry, babe. I thought you knew…we just…” I try to explain, but Nolan cuts me off, pulling me into his chest and