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Jay raised his head from the pillow, straining his ears to listen. He thought he'd heard the doorbell but couldn't be sure.
A moment later, he received confirmation of his suspicions as it sounded again. He quickly rose from the bed, grabbing the robe he found resting on the floor and walked out of the room.
The short-haired man yawned as he padded toward the front door, betting his robe. He took a quick glance into the peephole and held back a groan. He was surprised... What could they possibly be thinking, returning so soon after the events of the other day?
Reluctantly, Jay unlocked the door and yanked it open. He stood there and crossed his arms as he peered out sleepily at his wife and ex-best friend.
"What do you two want?"
"Jay, please," Adam said in a gentle voice, "we really do need to talk." He grew flustered as the other man glared icicles into him, but he had to continue. "I know that what we did was a horrible, unforgivable thing. But Amy and I have been discussing it, and we need to make you understand."
Jay rolled his eyes. Was Adam on drugs or something? There was no way, no amount of words they could ever express that would make him understand. He shook his head, wondering why he was even bothering to stand here. How it was that he wasn't slamming the door in their faces, or beating the fucking hell out of Adam, was a pure miracle unto itself.
"Don't you two get it?" he spat. "Nothing you ever say is going to make me understand. What I do understand is that you-" He poked a finger at his lifelong best friend. "-were supposed to be my buddy, my comrade, my brother... and yet, you were fucking my wife!" His blue eyes wide, he shifted them to glare at the redhead. "And you - you were so much of a stupid slut that you allowed yourself to get pregnant by my best friend?" He cast her a look of utter disgust. "You two are pathetic!" He tried to close the door on them and walked away.
"Jay!" Adam pushed the door open again as he pulled Amy by the hand so that they were directly behind him. This was an unimaginably bad situation, but he refused to not get the chance to again apologize profusely, and explain.
Amy remained eerily silent as she stood beside him, her arms hugging herself. She felt so sick, she could feel bile rising in the back of her throat. And it wasn't the morning sickness this time, either.
Jay threw up his hands and sat down on the couch. It didn't exactly surprise him that the backstabbing couple had come in when he'd tried to shut them out. He buried his face in his hands and mumbled loudly enough for them to hear.
"What do you two want from me?"
Adam pressed a hand into the small of Amy's back and gave her a look.
She swallowed hard, hating the way she felt. But she'd wanted to do this.
"Jay, again - and I know you probably think my words are empty now - I am so sorry," she managed to get out. "I never intended to hurt you. I know I did exactly that, but it was the last thing I'd ever wanted to do." She stared at him helplessly as he continued to sit there, head still in his hands. Not a word did he speak, nor a muscle did he move.
"The truth is, I've always been in love with Adam. I had feelings for him even way back when I was with Matt." She glanced at the tall blond man at her side, who nodded and gave her an encouraging look with his eyes. "I know it's not an excuse for what I did, but I just want you to understand," she murmured.
Her husband was still eerily silent, but she knew he was listening and absorbing everything she had to say.
"I know this is going to sound horrible and completely unfair... but after Adam was with Torrie and got engaged to her, I thought that was it, that my chance was gone." She sighed. "And so, I'd moved on to and with you. Jay, you're such a kind, sweet, caring man. You've never been anything but great to me, and I had to-"
"I thought I heard your voices in here!" a voice exclaimed, interrupting.
They glanced toward the hallway, both Adam and Amy shocked to see Torrie Wilson scantily clad in only an oversized T-shirt, her long, straight blonde hair messy.
Amy felt as though she might be sick. Seeing Torrie like this, and here now only meant one very obvious thing. She could hardly believe her eyes. Somehow, she managed to not drop her jaw.
Adam stiffened as his ex-wife, her blue eyes locked on his, sauntered into the room to sit beside Jay, her arms going around him. Her lips turned up into a smirk, and he felt as though all the blood had drained from not only his face but entire body. He knew Torrie meant business, and he somehow sensed her true motives for being there and for having slept with the short-haired Canadian. He wondered how on earth he was still standing upright.
"So..." the platinum blonde said, practically purring with contentment. Jay had finally raised his head when she'd sat beside him. "... Since you're both in such a confessing mood...?" She cocked her head, again squarely meeting her ex-husband's eyes. "Don't you have something to add?"
Adam swallowed hard, squirming at her words. They rang clear as day in his head, her true meaning more than obvious to him. He shot her a deadly look, one that somehow seemed to go unnoticed by both Jay and Amy. For that, he was grateful.
"Yeah," he finally managed, "as a matter of fact, I do have something to add." He glared daggers at Torrie, who smiled as she grabbed hold of Jay's hand. "I'm sorry I ever married you."
As the tall blonde's jaw dropped with shock and her expression grew to one of great consternation, Adam
realized he couldn't deal with this anymore at the moment - not with Torrie here. She was toying with him, and lord
knew, he wasn't going to let her get away with it. Giving Amy's hand a squeeze, he said, "Come on" and led her
to the door. She cast him a look of confusion, but it quickly faded as she glanced once more over her shoulder.
She still couldn't believe that Torrie Wilson was there with her husband.