Brooklyn drove around aimlessly, trying to sort her thoughts out. Her meeting with Jackson really rattled her and she didn't feel like going straight back to Mia's place. It felt like her happy place had been contaminated by prying eyes. She'll really need to put up some curtains... She thought. Mia's going to hate that.

She cruised the streets until she found a little off the beat bar corner that was still open. She pulled into the car park, her types screeching as she turned in. Once in the car park, she turned off the ignition and start to think about how she could have possibly followed. She hadn't noticed anyone skulking around her or at work, but that didn't mean much. There were so many people coming and going at the shelter that anyone could have come in and kept tabs on her. Someone even working for him, as Jackson himself would have stood out like a sore thumb. Maybe there was a tracker on her car? Brooklyn felt like she was getting paranoid, but it wouldn't hurt to check her car and see if there was anything there.

She started to look over her car. Brooklyn walked around the vehicle slowly, trying to analyse where something could have been hidden. She looked underneath the chassis, in the wheel arches, then trailed her fingers over and under her bumper bars and found a small black box. The box weighed heavily in the palm of her hand, despite its lightweight feel.

So, She thought. This is how the asshole has been following me around.

Her first instinct was to crush the tracker under her boot. Just stomp the little black box to small bits and be done with it, leaving its shattered remains on the tarmac. She reconsidered for a moment, knowing that this could be the dirt on Jackson that she needed. She threw it into her backseat and entered the bar.

Brooklyn ordered a Bombay Sapphire gin on the rocks and stirred the drink moodily with her straw as she gazed down at the bar, trying to work out what to do next. Should she confront Harper and let her know what her asshole husband was up to?

A fat sweaty man slid into the seat next to her. His beady grey eyes were nearly hidden in the rolls of fat on his face. Drops of sweat rolled down his jowly cheeks as he spoke.

"What's wrong sugar?" He blustered in a way that he must have thought was alluring. She looked at him slowly and took a sip of her drink before looking away dismissively.

"Naw little darlin," He slurred, putting his sweaty hand on her thigh. "Whatsamatta? Ya look a lil sad."

Brooklyn took another sip of her drink slowly.

"You're barking up the wrong tree horn dog." She said slowly. "Now take your sweaty paws off me."

She fixed him with a steely gaze until he removed his hand.

"I was just trying to be nice is all." He mumbled drunkenly before lumbering away into the dim recesses of the bar.

Brooklyn took another sip of her drink, her thoughts returned back to Jackson and how he'd tried to blackmail her and how she was going to deal with the situation. She really didn't want Mia to find out about any of this. She didn't want her sweetness tainted with the ugliness of the situation. A sweet voice broke through her thoughts.

"Don't mind old Harold darlin." Brooklyn looked up and was faced with an adorable thin blonde with skinny long dreadlocks with piercing green eyes, her nose was slightly too long for her face, but her charming smile pulled everything together. "He don't mean any harm to anyone. Just gets a lil handsie when he's had a couple."

Brooklyn smiled at her, taken in by her laid back rock and roll vibe.

"It's ok," She replied flippantly. "Just a man trying to sell a dog to lady that likes cats."

"Is this seat taken?" She rested her hands on the back of the stool, her fingers tapping expectantly.

"It's been waiting for you all its life." Brooklyn replied smoothly with a smile playing on her lips.

The blonde blushed and slid gracefully into the seat down next to her. "Can I buy you a drink?"

Brooklyn's eyes travelled up and down the length of the sexy blonde, she leaned in and placed her hand on her denim clad thigh.

"Baby," Brooklyn drawled seductively, squeezing blonde's thigh softly. "I'll take whatever you're willing to give me."

The blonde smiled and signalled the bartender.

"So what brings you here on such a dark night?" Blonde queried curiously, flipping her dreads off her shoulders and slightly thrusting her large breasts at Brooklyn. Brooklyn drew a deep breath and enjoyed the show, her eyes taking in the loose low cut singlet and skinny jeans that looked like they were painted on. A random assortment of chains were slung around her neck and she had an elaborate sleeve of tattoos on her left arm.

"Maybe I was looking for you." Brooklyn replied flippantly. The blonde preened at the compliment and flipped her hair again, her smokey eyes undressing Brooklyn slowly.

"Nice tatts." Brooklyn said running her fingers over the designs gently. A red lizard cavorted on her upper arm in a rainforest like setting complete with red jungle flowers. The design ran from her shoulder down to her wrist. The blonde leaned in and placed her hand on Brooklyn's thigh.

"I've got more if you'd like to see?" She replied, thrusting her chest forward, leaving no question as to what she was after. Brooklyn took another sip of her drink.

"Really?" She replied offhandedly, with an arched eyebrow. The blonde nodded and took her hand. Brooklyn downed the rest of her drink in one shot and followed her. Blonde led her to the seedy bathroom and entered a stall. Brooklyn followed closely and closed the door behind her.

"What's your name?" Brooklyn asked, pulling back for a moment.

"Wouldn't you just rather fuck me and never know?" The horny blonde smiled cheekily.

"Well, fuck me," Brooklyn smiled. "Who says that romance is dead?"

She pinned the sexy blonde up against the wall and kissed her roughly. The blonde moaned into her mouth and ran her hands over Brooklyn's body, undoing her shirt snaps, exposing her braless breasts. Brooklyn growled and pulled her closer, kissing her hungry lips, her hands pulling at her long dreds, exposing her long neck, so her lips could travel down towards the blonde's perky breasts. Her fingers undid the blonde's skinny jeans and dived in. The blonde was so wet and eager, her hips squirming at Brooklyn's skilled fingers. Her other hand pulled up blonde's singlet revealing perky large breasts barely covered in a skimpy black lacy bra. Brooklyn popped the blonde's breasts out of her flimsy bra and sucked on her nipples, her teeth biting a little. The blonde cried out and threw her head back as she started to climax beneath Brooklyn's fingers, her moans echoing in the empty bathroom. Her hands scratched at Brooklyn's back as she peaked. Brooklyn pulled her hair, revealing her neck, licking and sucking, leaving strawberry red marks as she went. The blonde's cries rang out as she pushed Brooklyn's fingers deeper inside her. As she climaxed, her fingers fumbled in Brooklyn's jeans, searching for her clit. Her fingers moved frantically until she felt Brooklyn climax, what felt like seconds after her.

Spent, the two women clung to each other for a moment.

"Wow babe!" The blonde cried out. "Didn't think I'd find you tonight."

Brooklyn slowly pulled her fingers out of blonde's pants, redid her shirt and tucked herself back in as she zipped up her jeans.

"You always find what you're looking for." She replied with a wink and checked her watch. "I've got to go."

Blonde smiled as she readjusted her clothes, seductively pulling down her top down slowly and rebuttoning her jeans. Brooklyn eyed her appreciatively.

"Will I see you again?" The blonde queried breathlessly.

Brooklyn took her face into her hands and kissed her slowly and deeply. She looked deep into blonde's piercing green eyes.

"Let's not spoil it with questions babe." Brooklyn smiled. She ran her hand over the blonde's chiselled jawline and chucked her gently under the chin as she opened the bathroom door and left.

Brooklyn crept into Mia's dark house stealthily, not wanting to wake her, not wanting to answer too many questions about what she had been doing. She washed her hands, her finger and thumb rubbing together remembering the blonde from the bar. Brooklyn heaved a sigh. She washed her face in the bathroom and stared at her reflection.

She thought about the events of the evening, Jackson trying to blackmail her, the thin blonde from the bar... Why did she feel the need to go and play around? Was it because she was trapped in a loveless relationship for so long? A lot of hearts are going to be broken if what she was doing came to light. Hopefully whoever was stalking her didn't see the interaction that she had with the blonde. That was a reckless move on her part, but did offer her a release that she needed. Just rough anonymous sex with a woman that she would never see again.

She rested her hands on the basin, gazing at her reflection in the mirror. Part of her hated the way that she was acting, playing with the emotions of others just because she wasn't ready to settle down with either woman. Brooklyn's eyes filled with tears. She wiped away her tears and washed her face before she went to slip quietly into bed with Mia, snuggling into her warmth, listening to her slow even breathing as she struggled to fall asleep, thoughts of what had happened running on constant replay in her mind.

Harper spoke to Sebastian on Monday morning and made new plans to get out.

"I want to be there this time Har-Bear." Sebastian said seriously. "I want to make sure that you get out this time."

"I think that might be for the best Sebby." Harper said resolutely. "Also it might be good to have a body guard there." She laughed softly, but deep in her heart, she knew that it was true.

"What about this weekend?" Sebastian queried. "Are your things are all still packed up?"

"Yes." Harper replied. "I didn't bother unpacking. Jackson just brought them up from the car."

"Did you get your keys back?" Sebastian asked, his tone turning more serious.

"No. He's hidden them and won't tell me where they are."

"That's ok." Sebastian replied, his legal mind going into planning and problem solving overdrive. "We can go to the Porsche dealership and get a new set cut for you. I'll keep a spare key in case he tries to take your keys away again."

Harper breathed a sigh of relief. Sebastian always came up with the best ideas.

"I'll come and pick you up soon and we'll go."

Within the hour, Sebastian's arctic white Bentley Super Sports convertible purred into her driveway. The hulking mobster style car furthered cemented that Sebastian wasn't someone that you would want to mess with. The arctic white finish glistened in the sunshine, contrasting with the blackness of the matrix radiator grill. The beast of a car sat low to the ground on twenty spoke black alloy wheels.

Harper excitedly gathered her handbag and ran outside to meet him. She flew into his arms and he held her close. He smelled like fresh green with a little musk and spice thrown into the mix. Harper always loved how Sebastian smelled. He must have a cupboard full of colognes. She thought to herself with a giggle. He never smelled the same twice in a row!

Sebastian was dressed in a tailored fitted black Hugo Boss suit with a crisp grey shirt and a black tie. His eyes covered with black iconic ray ban sunglasses. The slightly larger grey rectangle lens made the sunglasses more fashionable and gave him a tough gangster like air.

"I don't have long Har-Bear." He said snuggling her close. "I have to get back to the office soon."

Harper nodded and slid into the front seat of his car. "Let's rock and roll then."

They made their way to the Porsche dealership. Sebastian eloquently explained Harper's situation to the helpful sales man. The young man nodded enthusiastically and put through the order for the new keys.

"Unfortunately," he said apologetically. "Even though it's a rush order, it will take 3-5 days for the keys to arrive."

Harper nodded. "That's fine."

Sebastian squeezed her fingers and nodded. He slid his business card across the counter towards the salesman with two fingers and tapped it a couple of times. "Please call the number on the card when they are ready and I'll come to pick them up."

The salesman nodded eagerly. "Yes sir. I'll call you the minute they arrive!"

The two of them left the dealership. Sebastian squeezed her fingers again. "Things are moving along now Har-Bear!" His brilliant smile flashed in the sun.

"Thank you so much Sebby!" Harper squealed and clinging to Sebastian's arm.

Jackson sat at his desk at work and thought about how to deal with Brooklyn. She was the one that was splitting up his marriage, so with her out of the picture, Harper would be happy again. Although he couldn't deny that happy spark that was in her eye now because of Brooklyn. Lying, cheating Brooklyn who was stringing poor Harper along. Playing with that busty red head all this time, probably slutting it all over the place with others too.

His fingers drummed on his desk as he thought about the new situation that he was in. He'd keep the PI on Brooklyn and Harper's tail gathering information. Then he would decide what he had to do.

"Jacky-Boy!" Ethan's shout brought Jackson back to the real world. "We got that important meeting mate. You're ten minutes late already!"

"Ok Ethan." Jackson snapped, feeling annoyed. "I'm on my way."

Ethan looked at his friend with concern. What ever was happening with Jackson was more than his wife just playing around on him. The dude seemed like he was losing it.

Later that week Sebastian called Harper to let her know that he picked up her new set of keys. They organised for him to come over on Saturday to help her move.

"Fantastic!" She squealed. "I'll see you early on Saturday morning then."

"Can't wait. See you then Har-Bear! Kiss kiss!"

Harper hung up and felt renewed.

Harper hung up the phone with a smile on her face. It was actually happening! She was so excited. She did a little dance in the kitchen as she prepared dinner. Finally, she would get out and she could really start living.