Arabella's POV

I stood against the wall, my eyes searching the terminal frantically as I waited for him to appear. His plane landed about five minutes ago, I know he needed to go through customers first and then meet up with me but I was growing anxious.

I bit down onto my nails, ripping it from my fingers and spitting out. I did the repetitively until every single nail on my finger dig deep into my skin. I stared down at them in disgust and shoved my hands into my pockets, mumbling to myself that I needed to go do my nails after this.

After a few more minutes I finally saw him, dragging himself lazily out of the terminal, his eyes cast on the floor. I frowned deeply as my heart began to palpitate against my chest wildly, I couldn't dismiss the anxiousness, I needed to tell him eventually. The wedding was in two weeks, my parents wanted it affective immediately.

That leaves me with today or tomorrow to tell Tyler. Next week is only one week away from the wedding and then the week after is the actual wedding. If I hold it off until then Tyler won't forgive me, but if I rip off the bandage sooner than later maybe he won't feel as angry if I were to hold it from him.

I just hope that he understands that there's nothing I can do. I wish there were, maybe if I think about it long enough I might come up with a solution because I am not marrying Ryan.

As Tyler raised his head I jumped onto my tiptoe and waved at him frantically. His eyes skimmed past me as if I were invisible then back again as I continued to wave my hands like a maniac. When his eyes finally settled onto me he smiled and hurriedly stumbled down the slope that led towards me.

I didn't just stand there and waited until he came to me so I ran towards him, matching his pace until I finally stood before him and flung myself onto him in a tight hug. And then it hit me right then and there, my throat contracted, tightening to the point where I couldn't breathe. I bit back the tears threatening to spill from my eyes and tightened my grip on Tyler.

For a moment his body had stiffened and I wondered why but brushed it off when he relaxed against my touch. But I knew something was off, I could feel it reverberating off of him.

As we pulled away from the hug I examined his conflicted face and frowned, "are you okay?" We both asked simultaneously. "Yeah I'm fine but you don't look okay." We once again exclaimed in unison.

"Tyler–"

"Arabella–"

I giggled loudly and clapped a hand over my mouth to prevent a sob from escaping my lips. My emotions were haywire at the moment and I don't want him to question why I appeared off my rockers. "Baby, are you okay. Why–why are you crying?"

I didn't realize that I failed to conceal my tears as they trickled down my cheek slowly, tickling my skin on the way down. Tyler suddenly leaned in and pressed his soft lips against the tear that stopped just below my cheekbone. Then the other that trickled down near my lips and then his lips brushed against mine and I flickered my eyes shut when our lips intertwined.

For some reason, it was like his lips were the switch to my tear ducts and I stopped crying altogether. My throat still ached from trying to hold my tears back from so long but Tyler's arms around me were a complete distraction. His scent made me feel dizzy, his fingers brushing against my cheek as he caressed it softly as a means to comfort me made my stomach somersault in ways I didn't understand.

Maybe this was a mixture of fear, guilt and love altogether. Whatever it was I didn't want it to go away. It made me feel light, like I was safe nowhere else other than in his arms. I didn't want to let go.

Tyler was the first to pull away and I couldn't help but pout. His lips quirked up into a smirk and he peppered my face with kisses before drawing me in for another hug. "I wanna take you out somewhere. Nothing fancy, just the two of us chilling together, what do you say?" He asked.

"Sounds great."

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"Tyler where are we?" I asked as we pulled up to an unfamiliar house. From the driver's seat I peered out of the window and up the length of the black and silver house. The interior was plane glass panes in place of the wall and keeping it steady we're pillars attached to the pavement of stairs that led to the house itself.

Quite frankly this was more of a beach house interior more than one that belonged in a grassy field such as here. I turned towards Tyler and he smiled before unbuckling his seatbelt and stepping out. I followed in suit behind him, smiling as he suddenly stopped and then waited till I was beside him to slip his arm around my waist.

"What is this?" I asked as we ascended the stairs. We passed by a bush of roses and Tyler picked at one before turning towards me, sniffing it softly and then tucking it into my hair. Thank god there were no thorns in here because I would have stabbed him with it if it even touched me.

"An Airbnb, I booked it for us before I went on my flight and plus it belongs to a good friend of mine. Since school continues tomorrow we still have the night to do whatever we want and I figured we'd want to be alone, have our own mini thanksgiving since mine was quite horrible actually." He murmured as we finally stood before the black door.

Tyler slipped the key into the lock and twisted it. The door jutted open and he pushed it further, stepping into the house and gesturing for me to follow.

The house itself was quite beautiful actually. The glass panes where a wall should be brought in the bright streaks of sunlight from outside and I could clearly see the city from on top of here. Since this was a house with a lack of privacy there was no other on the property other than this one.

Everything–as in everything ranging from the furniture to the decor was white or black. The L chair sofa, the island table, the vases and paintings were all white and I wondered how someone could live here without feeling any sort of anxiety.

"This place is beautiful," I mumbled as I trekked towards the window and pressed my hand against the glass panes, staring down onto the garden bed that sat beneath us.

I could feel Tyler's breath on my neck, his finger grazing my skin delicately as he brushed my hair from my neck and onto the other side of my shoulder and then his lips took comfort on my skin as he wrapped his arms around my waist and closed the space between us.

I smiled as I arched my neck sideways, giving him more access to my skin and trying my hardest not to breakdown. Is this going to be the last time we spend such an intimate moment together before I have to be in the arms of another?

Do I have to be intimate with Ryan too? Does the contract state whether or not I needed to breed his offsprings? I wouldn't put it beneath my parents, if marrying him was something they condemned me to why not just add a baby in the mix and make this a happy family?

"Come on, we can't have our own thanksgiving if we don't cook–well me for that matter." He whispered before spinning me around to face him. He placed his finger beneath my chin and tilted my head upwards so that our eyes came in contact. "I'm gonna cook for you and you're gonna relax, drink some wine and watch me." He mumbled before kissing me lightly and then retreating towards the open kitchen.

If I wanted I could just hop onto the chair and watch him from there. I smiled and slipped off my jacket, placing it neatly onto the sofa and then slipping off my shoes. I trekked after Tyler into the kitchen, watching perplexed as he retrieved ingredients from his bag and placed them onto the counter.

"I'd much rather bring my own shit and accommodate for ourselves than inconvenience my friend." He smirked.

"Who's this friend?" I asked as he retrieved a pot and filled it with water, he placed it on the stove and grabbed the chopping board that hung on the cupboard and placed it down onto the counter. "One of my sponsors at the bar." He exclaimed as he chopped a piece of celery and popped it into his mouth.

I nodded my head and snatched the bottle of wine from the counter, popped it open and located two wine glasses from the cupboard. "And this sponsor just gave you here?"

"Well no, I'm paying him–funny enough with a portion of his own money since he pays me to fight in a sense– it is our own special Airbnb for the night. He only comes here like twice a year, such a beautiful place gone to waste so I convinced him to allow us to stay here for the night." He said as he gladly took the glass of wine from my grasp and brought it to his mouth.

I tiptoed and placed a chaste kiss onto his lips, expecting to pull away but he suddenly placed the wine glass down and kissed me even deeper than before. I groaned in surprise, flickering my eyes shut as I too placed my glass down. I could taste the wine against his tongue as they intertwined with mine, all the while making his touch, scent and body heat more intoxicating than it already was.

He slipped his hand underneath my butt and swiftly hiked me up onto the counter. I gasped as he parted my legs and slipped in between them, his hands roaming my body eagerly and I as well as I raked them through his hair, tugging at it softly.

I chuckled as his hands trailed up my shirt and clasped around my bra, he swiftly unclipped it and I detached our lips, breathing heavily as my eyes trailed towards the food sitting beside us. "What about–"

"The food can wait, I'm not hungry. Well, at least not for food." He smirked as his eyes trailed down to my top. I smiled flirtatiously and leaned forward, my hand grasping a hold of the bottom of his shirt and pulling it over his head so that his toned chest was bare before my eyes.

"I'm guessing you feel the same way?" He whispered softly as he attached his lips to my neck, dragging my body closer so that it was pressed up against his. "Hmmm, mmm." I mumbled in response and he chuckled softly before trailing his lips against my jaw and onto my mouth once again.

I wrapped my hand around his torso, digging my nails into it absentmindedly as I let myself float away in the utter bliss.

I had a feeling that tonight was going to be the last night that we ever got to do this. It's either the decision that I am about to make right now which will bring this to past or just fate itself.

Whatever it was, it had to come to an end.