As you all know I have introduced Willow now. So I will not say this again but the dialogue will be different and most things will be different but still the same context. I may as well better this book and make it more mature. It has taken me a while to really get on with this book and I know I need to complete it.

"So is he mad at me?" I sheepishly smile at Chris and Landon, my two best friends. They both raise their eyebrows at me and shake their heads whilst rolling their eyes.

"Of course he is!" Chris exclaims.

"Titus takes his job very seriously, Em. He could get in trouble if she were to run and tell someone. Do you want us all to go to jail?" I sigh and shake my head.

"No. But maybe it's the right thing," I grumble. "I don't condone kidnapping, well adultnapping."

"Technically, Chris and I weren't there," Landon smiles.

"You were a bystander. Oh god, I'm being a bystander," I put both hands on my cheeks and widen my eyes.

"Well, Val is mad at you," Landon smiles. I glare at him. Like seriously? Thanks for staying the obvious. To be honest, I don't really care if he's mad. He's done something bad and something stupid. He needs to let this poor girl go. I won't let Titus be involved because Val saw a girl that rose his dick.

"Okay mister genius," Chris flicks his head and shakes his head. "Like honestly, why are you so f*cking dumb at times?"

"I don't want to see him," I grumble.

"See who? Val or Titus?" Landon asks.

"Titus you idiot!" I raise my voice angrily, feeling frustrated and nervous. I mean, I wasn't the only one to partake in the whole ordeal.

Landon is about to open his mouth until Titus enters the room, he leans against the wall and gives the boys looks to get the hell out. They don't say a thing and pat me on the head and leave. Such dogs.

I stare at him with my brows raised and then then away to look out the window. Quite frankly I believe he has done the most wrong. He needs to let her leave, this is a crime and I do not want to be involved. She seems so nice and sweet and I feel horrible.

"You did something pretty stupid today," he grumbles to me.

"I DID SOMETHING STUPID!?" I screech. "You assisted someone in kidnapping an innocent person because your friend was interested in her!" He walks closer to me and grabs me.

"Stop disrespecting me, Emberly," he growls.

"What are you going to do? Hit me?" I spit.

He looks hurt for a moment but then disguises the emotion, "I would never touch a girl."

"WELL YOU DID! YOU KIDNAPPED ONE!" I yell.

"I WASNT THE ONE THAT GRABBED HER! Val was. So stop yelling at me!" He angrily says to me. I glare at him. Does he seriously think that because he wasn't the one that grabbed her it makes it okay?

"That doesn't make it okay, Titus. I need space from you. I didn't think you could do something this bad," I say in disappointment. I knew Titus had done bad things but this isn't something I support.

"What? Emberly, c'mon. Valentino is the boss. I do as he says," he grabs my hand gently but I pull away from him.

"You're a grown man. Admit to the bad stuff you do. I can't be surrounded by those people. I can't be surrounded by the people that would hurt girls and disrespect them," I respond.

It's even more disappointing because he knows  what has happened to me. Why I'm scared of men. My deepest secrets.

"I wouldn't hurt a woman," he says to me. "I wouldn't hurt you and I haven't hurt Willow, I promise."

"You've hurt me emotionally. The constant rejection in the past, fighting for you to notice me, fighting for you to show you at least like me. I mean we aren't 17 anymore, we can't be immature. We are grown adults and need to admit to our mistakes and the shit we do that hurts people. You need to tell Val to let her go, she doesn't deserve that."

"Emberly, I'm sorry," he says this with so much pain in his voice. Behind the pain is fear. But I'm unsure as to what the source of the fear is for.

"You need to give me space for now," I whisper. He pulls me to his body and kisses my forehead whilst hugging me tight.

"Please stay. Please. I'll try to be better. We can tell everyone about us soon. I promise. I'll treat you better. Take you to dinner. Bring you breakfast and make you soup when you're sick," as much as this warms my heart I still have to remember the actions he has done towards Willow. Showing how little he cares.

"You say that, but I feel it's just going to keep happening," I softly say.

"I'll start tonight! I'll take you to dinner," he promises. "Please, another chance," he pleads.

I sigh and look down at his hand touching my wrist. "Fine. What time?" I ask.

"6:00. But how about we spend the day together? Have a movie day? We can go get the snacks together," he suggests.

There's day when I think Titus doesn't care or he cares little. Titus shows no emotion to others and they perceive him as this stone cold, selfish and dangerous person. But secretly, Titus cares so deeply about everyone who he loves. When he thinks he's going to lose someone, he cares and he does try. He puts effort in. That is what is important.

I give him a small smile, "yes. Okay."

He signs in relief and bends down to give me a peck on the lips. "We will go now then," I nod as a reply to him and he grabs his wallet and keys.

We arrive at the shops, the whole car ride Titus putting effort in to talk to me and make conversation. He even opened the door for me when we got to the store. Don't worry, I wasn't just sitting and waiting I actually was looking for my shoes that I always keep in his car.

"What's your favourite snack foods?" He questions.

"You know what's a good idea, Titus? We should make a platter like thing. Our favourite cheese, crackers and dips. Maybe with some fruit and nuts too. Don't forget the meat, the salami and ham. Oh and the wine!" I moan thinking about all the food because I am such a  food person.

"I think I'll get beer instead of wine," he chuckles. "But sounds good baby," my heart flutters after he says this.

When I heard other people calling their partner that I would cringe. But I love being called it. I know that it may seem a little cringe worthy.

We spend almost an hour grabbing the food I suggested plus Titus' favourite foods and ice cream. After he drives us to his place. I'm surprised he doesn't feel lonely. Well, maybe he does but I just don't question it. He was with Jasmine.

When we arrive at his place we bring all the stuff inside and then I start setting up the cheese board for the snacks I was suggesting. I guess it's not a platter but a grazing board. I love looking on Pinterest at all the cool grazing boards.

Titus picks a movie while I prepare the food then he comes over to annoy me. I glare at him, "I could use some help you know?"

"Sorry," he chuckles. "What do you want me to do?"

"Get the popcorn ready?" He sighs.

"I don't know how to cook popcorn."

I look at him like he's the dumbest person on Earth. "There are literally instructions on the back of the paper Titus. You follow those and the popcorn will be fine," I giggle.

I see his cheeks turn the brightest pink and he turns away to hide it. "Whatever," he mumbles.

"Naw, you're blushing!" I exclaim.

"Am not!" He fires back.

"Can I ask you something personal?" I ask.

He looks at me for a brief moment before answering. I think he is scared of the question I'm going to ask. I'm scares to even ask the question. "Yeah, of course."

"Do you miss Jasmine?"

He freezes and doesn't answer me for a while. I think he feels unsure of what to say to me. Maybe he's scared I will be some jealous person and get all mad if he says yes. But Jasmine was murdered so I would never say yes.

Placing my hand on his chest, I give him an encouraging smile and a kiss on the lips to make him feel better.

"Of course I do, Em." He clears his throat and grabs a bowl to pour the popcorn in. "A part of me will always love Jasmine but I'm not in love with her. There's a difference between loving a person and being in love with them. I think about her from time to time. She was special to me and always will be."

"It's a good thing you miss her. You're only human and you were together for such a long time," I whisper. "It's okay to miss someone. Those people are horrible people and I'm sure she was such a lovely person."

He smiles slightly, "she was. She had the kindest soul and could always put up with my shit and would always give it back to me. Like you, I suppose. You're very similar."

It's good seeing Titus opening up about his pain and the person he really did love. Obviously it takes time. Obviously he still loves and misses her. I don't think he won't ever not love or miss her.

"Other than my parents death, her death was the worst thing that's ever happened to me in my entire life," he says again.

"Does it still hurt?" I ask.

He shrugs, "sometimes. She just didn't deserve that. No one does."

"Do you know who did it?" I question.

He nods but doesn't say anything further. But I'm okay with that because at least he could open up with me about something.

We sit on the couch and he puts on Jumanji, the first one with the Rock and Jack Black. The food surrounds us and we have a good afternoon, cuddling, drinking wine for me and beer for him and eating.

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