Cha's POV

If I wasn't in my own shit storm I would have laughed at Doom's face when his fist shattered that glass.

Scotch running down his hand as his head snapped over to where Kat had just walked into the women's bathroom.

I don't think I'd ever seen him move that fast, as he whirled out of the booth and stalked into the women's bathroom right after Kat.

The lucky bitch.

At least someone was getting some tonight.

I peered over at a furious Vapor.

So maybe I hadn't made the best decision when I had walked into that room with Raymond.

But what did he expect from me?

I'm not sure how he took his words, but I took that as an ending. That we were no longer together, that he loved his wife more than me.

Not to mention he had made me his mistress for nearly 4 years without a breath of a word about the woman who was apparently back in their home with a ring on her finger waiting for her husband to come back.

Only to realize he'd been in my bed these last few years.

Was I pissed?

Of course.

What would possess him not to tell me something like that?

All we had gone through, conquered together, and he thought he couldn't tell me that?

But I couldn't even be properly pissed that he had hidden it from me, or had not told me, because he did admittedly catch me in a ... sticky position when he had come barging into that room, wind whipping across my skin, sharp as a slap.

I'm surprised Raymond's spine hadn't snapped at the force the wind had flung off of him of me and into that wall.

Starting an all out war hadn't been my intention.

It really was all a misunderstanding.

Even though Raymond had been on top of me, it wasn't because anything was about to happen. It was just that when I thrown myself back onto the bed, trying to get that image of him choosing her over me out of my mind, Ray had leaned over me.

Sure he had leaned over me and leaned down a little too close.

But its not like I was going to have sex with the man two doors down from the man who just shattered my heart.

Were Ray's intentions as innocent as mine?

Probably not even a little.

But for Vape to actually be angry with me, well... it was pissing me off.

And after yanking me off the bed and nearly shaking me to death he had finally spit the story into my face.

How he had seen me that day, knew he'd only love me and hadn't gone back home to his wife. He couldn't, not when he knew that I was his.

Was it shitty of him to not go home and tell her and get a normal divorce?

Yes.

But he had left the details on her hazy, claiming she would have never gone for it.

But he'd given up everything, dropped his life which apparently included a wife, for me, only to find me under Raymond.

He had spat that in my face as his hands gripped my shoulders so tight, I knew I'd bruise.

"Now you know" he growled before dragging me out of that room, back into our own and straight to our bathroom where he had then thrown me into the shower, before storming out.

He hadn't been in the room when I stepped out.

Somehow the whole thing turned on me!

Like I'm the cheater when he's legally tied to another woman.

But ... I was feeling extremely guilty.

I knew how Vapor could be, I knew he was ... a locked person, had always been. Even when he had tried to slowly bring me into his life years ago, it had been a struggle for him, not that I made it easier with my own fucked up past.

I tried to talk to him when he stormed back into our room, a few hours later.

Not a single word had been said.

Just stinging breezes of wind.

I could tell Ray was fully enjoying the shit storm he had brought to our relationship.

The man had always been territorial.

I sighed as I shifted in my seat, peering up at Vapor as he stared at a wall across the room, making sure that none of his body touched mine.

I shouldn't even have to apologize. He's the one who told me to go, not the other way around.

How he could even look at me and say those words, knowing how long it took for us to even build a trust where I didn't believe he would leave me, was shattering enough.

The banging started then.

Loud enough for all of us to hear, quite clear, not to mention the moaning.

Corey looked sick, Carter smirked, and Rhett looked completely despondent.

Ana sighed, with Diane just glared at their empty seats, Raymond chuckled lightly as he continued to converse with Corey and Carter about something I had no interest in.

The lights flickered.

Well then.

"A-are they .."Rhett gulped in despair.

I looked over at him, a sad smile on my face for him. Anyone with eyes could see the man was completely entranced by Katrina Justice ... except Katrina Justice.

And if you couldn't tell, one look at the glare on Doom's face to the handsome man proved it.

Rhett was handsome, in a calm sweet way. I liked him ... enough, but Katrina was a force to reckon with.

She had managed to make the most notorious villain to kneel to her, to actually crack a smile, to love her.

She needed that rough hand to settle her.

I liked Rhett, but I could tell he was unsure, calm, a catch, but he wouldn't be able to battle Katrina Justice's crazy ass.

Not the way Blue could.

The only storm powerful enough to calm her own.

It went both ways with those two.

I shrugged over at him, "they're ... different" I said, watching as his eyes turned to me, that rejection clear on his face. I winced, leaning over Vapor who tensed, "she doesn't know ... how you feel. She's pretty oblivious when it comes to that kind of stuff" I smirk over at Corey who is giving me a dead look as I smile over at him.

"She's not lying" Corey nodded with a sigh as the lights flickered again, "she has no idea you feel anyway about her, and they ... Blue and Kat are ... different" Corey winced.

There really was no words to convey their relationship.

It was like watching a hurricane hit a snow storm, but a deep, deep love rolled between the two of them.

"He's what ... she needs?" Rhett asked looking at Corey and I.

I shrugged, "need and want, is it the healthiest relationship?" I peaked over at Vapor to see him already looking at me, "probably not, but I guess you take the love you know, no matter the consequences" I said looking up at Vapor.

It was a cheap shot, and from the way his hands tightened into fist, he knew it to.

I shouldn't have said it.

If I had paid more attention to that look on Rhett's face, I would have known that, but I was trying to make Vapor bleed.

I know his love wasn't just what was there, Vapor's soul was my own.

He had put me back together, over and over when the nights had tried to break me over and over again.

His love was deep and patient, but so fierce, so passionate.

It wasn't just something I saw and took.

He had earned my love as much as I had earned his.

And even if I had wanted to press my lips to Raymond's when he had leaned over me, it would have been physically impossible.

My body and soul belonged to the beautiful man sitting next to me.

The women's bathroom door banged open, revealing Doom and Kat, looking completely wrecked.

Their clothes wrinkled, hair disheveled, and that smug smirk on Doom's face was anything but innocent.

Doom had his hand wrapped tightly around Kat's as he dragged her along, moving fast, "just don't look at them" he snapped back at her, while she rolled her eyes at the back of his head.

Even as Doom said that he made sure to meet everyone's eyes as he tried to drag Katrina out behind him, "Cha! Have my food boxed, please!" she cried out as she was tugged away from the table, Doom leading her towards the exit.

"I have something better you can eat", Doom said, just before the door slammed behind her loud shocked gasp.

I could barely hold in my laugh, especially as I looked up at Vapor to see one of his rare amused smiles on his face.

As I looked up at him, and saw that smile and that warm brown face that had taken such great care of me over the years, had held me when I woke up terrified, or when he had looked down at me with that face he made, where his head was tilted slightly, one side of his perfect mouth curved and those bright grey eyes that looked like crashing tornadoes shone down at me.

That look of love.

I couldn't be mad at him.

Not truly.

I knew I shouldn't have pushed him earlier, our relationship was built on respect and patience.

That was all he had ever given me, and knowing my past, he knew I needed it to survive.

I grabbed his hand under the table, making his head turn just barely to peer down at me. His head tilting, his lips curving slightly, those eyes shining.

One thing for sure.

He was getting that divorce.