Harper stared at her phone with excitement. She was going to see Brooklyn tomorrow! But she felt like she couldn't wait till tomorrow to see her. Harper sat on the edge of the bed, thinking about what to do. She looked at the key that Brooklyn had given her a while back, just in case she ever needed a place to escape to if Jackson got too much. She flicked the key in between her fingers, deciding whether or not to swing past Brooklyn's place.

Harper checked her appearance in the mirror and decided to have a quick shower. She got changed into well worn Levi jeans and a soft white t-shirt, making sure that she was wearing her some gorgeous underwear underneath as a surprise for Brooklyn. The sexy Victoria's Secret strappy push up bra was a gorgeous burnt orange ginger glaze with a sexy lacy racer back. She paired it with coconut white low rise cheeky panties that showed off her pert backside, creating the perfect frame. She threw her favourite black scarf around her neck, her cheeks flushed with the excitement of seeing Brooklyn. Harper sprayed her favourite perfume, Gucci Guilty, all over and raced downstairs and found Sebastian in the kitchen making himself some dinner. He was tossing garlic, onion, bacon and mushrooms in the pan.

"Hey Har-Bear," He smiled. "Did you want some? There's enough for you, if you like?"

"Smells great Sebby." Harper replied. "But I was thinking of surprising Brooklyn tonight."

Sebastian concentrated on his cooking, adding some cream to the pan and then tossing the pasta gently through it. He didn't want to tell Harper that it might be a bad idea to just drop in on Brooklyn, but he didn't want to impress his suspicions upon her. Especially because he had no proof as he was just speculating.

"Sounds good my darling," He responded concentrating on cooking his cabonara. Harper ignored his somewhat flat tone, putting it down to him concentrating on his food preparation. She hugged him tightly and grabbed the keys to the Bentley from the hook near the front door.

"Don't wait up for me Sebby!" She squealed happily and blew him a kiss before cluttering excitedly down the stairs to the garage. He shook his head sadly with a dark sense of foreboding.

A knock on the door, roused Brooklyn out of her thoughts. "Come in," She called out. Mia came in and joined her on the balcony.

"Hey baby," She smiled putting her arms around Brooklyn's waist. "How are you?"

Brooklyn turned and kissed Mia gently on the lips. "I'm ok darl."

Mia smiled, pulled her closer and kissed her deeper. Brooklyn moaned against her lips and her hips moved sensually against Mia's body. Mia's hands travelled across Brooklyn's body, feeling her curves under her palms. Her fingers undid Brooklyn's shirt deftly and pushed it aside revealing her bare breasts. Her hands flicked over her breasts, playing with her nipples, rubbing her fingers back and forth gently. Brooklyn grabbed the rail with her hands and leant back a little, her head thrown back in pleasure. Mia kissed her neck and collar bone gently, working her way down to her nipples, where her tongue flicked over them slowly.

There was never anything hurried about Mia, she always made love languidly and sensually like she had all the time in the world. Brooklyn moaned and ran her hand through Mia's fiery curly locks. Her nimble fingers undid Brooklyn's jeans and slid them down her legs slowly. She slowly dropped to her knees and draped one of Brooklyn's legs over her shoulder, her lips kissing her inner thigh and working her way to taste Brooklyn. As she felt Mia's tongue enter her, Brooklyn cried out in pleasure, her arms spread out across the balcony railing, her head thrown back in the throes of ecstasy.

Harper excitedly rushed through the lobby of Brooklyn's apartment block and pressed the elevator button with frantic happiness. She couldn't wait to see Brooklyn now that she'd finally moved out. She was imagining wonderful scenes in her head. She imagined Brooklyn taking her in her arms, kissing, making love, being able to fall asleep in her arms and then waking up next to her in the morning without having to rush off back home to Jackson. They could even go to work together. Everything that was once so complicated was going to be simple and happy. They could dine together and walk down the street together. Harper caught sight of her smiling reflection in the elevator walls as it climbed to the fourth floor and it made her smile wider, happy for her future.

Mia slowly explored Brooklyn with her tongue, long slow flicks, alternating with little circles around her clit, back to long slow flicks that elicited small moans of pleasure from Brooklyn. Her hand was buried in Mia's curls, urging her to keep going.

Harper walked down the hallway and came to Brooklyn's door. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest. She couldn't wait to start her life with this amazing woman. She opened the door with the key that Brooklyn had given her and let herself in quietly, but nothing prepared her for what she was about to be confronted with.

Harper stood in the door way and was presented with the scene of a red head going down on Brooklyn on the balcony. Harper's mouth dropped open in disbelief. What the fuck? She thought frantically. What the actual fuck? Am I actually seeing this?

She stood there frozen in shock for what felt like an eternity. Should she say something? Should she make herself known? As she stood there it felt like time had stopped, just staring at her girlfriend being pleasured by another woman. After everything she had been through and all that she had struggled with, now she walks in on this. Not knowing what to do, Harper just turned and fled, the door closing softly behind her.

Brooklyn opened her eyes for a moment and thought that she saw a swirl of dark toffee hair sweep out of her apartment. No, couldn't be... She thought hazily, her wayward thought being interrupted by Mia's skilful tongue bringing her to a knee trembling climax.

Harper ran down the hallway with tears streaming down her cheeks, her heart felt like it was being torn from her chest. It was like Brooklyn had reached into her chest and ripped out her heart and dropped it on the floor. She frantically pressed the lift button several times, looking back down the hallway, somewhat fearful that Brooklyn would try to chase after her, trying to explain. The lift finally arrived after what felt like an eternity. Harper threw herself in and pressed the lobby button. She stood with her back against the reflective wall and tried to gather her thoughts. Tears continued to stream down her cheeks as she struggled to stay on her feet. She desperately tried to keep some kind of composure but she felt like she failing miserably. Her knees threatened to buckle under the strain of trying to keep it together.

Harper emerged from the lift, wrapping her scarf around her head, her hands trembling as she put her sunglasses on to try to cover her teary eyes. She slumped against a chair in the lobby for a moment, taking a deep breath before she made her way back towards Sebastian's Bentley. Harper slipped into the front seat and clung to the steering wheel, resting her forehead on the leather trim. Her body was racked with tears as she sobbed her heart break out. Her tears slowed and she wiped her face with a tissue that she found in the glove box. Harper breathed deeply and her fingers fumbled to find the start button. Ugh, She thought. Nothing is working out for me at the moment. In one fell swoop, she had lost everything. She had just moved out of the security of her home with Jackson and then lost the love of her life the following day. It felt like her life was collapsing around her.

Sebastian sat on his deck with a glass of Grey Goose and a cigarette. He took in the sumptuous city view and thought about everything that had happened. Hopefully, Harper was having a good time with Brooklyn. He hadn't heard from her, but he wanted to text her just in case as he couldn't shake his negative feeling. He picked up his phone and shot her off a message just in case. If all was well, then she probably wouldn't answer for a while.

Harper's phone buzzed on the seat next to her.

Sebastian: How's your night going darling?

Harper picked up the phone, and the tears started to flow again. It was like Sebastian knew that something was wrong. Harper started typing and stopped. How on earth is she going to explain what had happened? She took a deep breath and started typing with shaking fingers.

Harper: Terrible... Just terrible.

Sebastian: What happened??

Harper: You'll never believe it... I walked in on Brooklyn with another woman...

Sebastian: Serious?

Harper's hands shook. The reality of the whole situation still hadn't really sunk in yet, but it was getting more real by the moment.

Harper: Yeh. They were on the balcony. I don't think they saw me.

Sebastian: Grrrrrrrrl!!!! I'm shook! Officially SHOOK up!!!

Sebastian: What are you going to do? Is it finito with Brooklyn!?!

Harper: I don't know Sebby... I still can't believe it.

Sebastian: Get your cute little butt home and we can discuss it.

Sebastian stared at his phone thoughtfully. So Brooklyn was playing around on Harper, quite obviously, since Harper had seen it with her own eyes now. He took another sip of his drink and lit another cigarette, the smoke trickling from his nostrils slowly. Poor Harper. He thought. So much has happened in so little time to her. Would she keep working at the shelter now that its all come out?