**Tbh I'm a little bitch and I just CAN'T wait to see your guys' reactions and comments on this chapter so YES this week will be a triple update week! GRAB A HOLD OF SOME SANITY CAUSE YA'LL GONNA NEED IT! What I said about Friday's chapter still stands - IT'S GONNA BE A ROLLERCOASTER FOLKS.**

Little idea of what I picture the house looking like bUT NOT AS BIG and ridiculous lol:

Roxie's POV

The moment the gates opened and Jedrek drove up the driveway, a lump formed in my throat as a weight settled on my chest. Milo sensed the change in my mood the second it happened. He looked at me curiously and I could tell exactly what he wanted to say: What's going on? What's wrong? I just shook my head and mouthed 'later'. He nodded, but his obvious worry didn't dissipate.

Everyone exited the car, Jedrek's parents sharing a few words of praise with him on how good the house looked. He nodded but didn't look as happy as he should've been. I mean, he owns a damn architect company, if this isn't what he wanted then why didn't he change it?

"Well, let's go inside!" my dad hollered, wrapping his arm around Sandra's waist and walking through the front door. I cautiously followed behind. Stepping through the entrance, I just kept quiet as Tori began giving us all a tour. After being shown the kitchen and living room, I couldn't do it anymore. I felt like I'd been hit by a fucking mac-daddy truck. I turned and disappeared up a side set of stairs, knowing exactly where I was going.

After all, I helped design the entire fucking layout.

My eyesight grew hazy as black spots started spotting my vision. I pushed open a door and blindly stumbled into the room - which just had to be the master bedroom - before falling to my knees. I tried slowing my ragged breathing, but I couldn't stop the panic attack from continuing.

"Shit! Roxie, are you okay?" I couldn't respond, my body shaking heavily as I hyperventilated. I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around before pulling me into a hard chest. The pressure helped to clear my mind and regulate my breathing. I turned and pressed my face into the chest and took a deep breath against my better judgment.

I just wanted to believe that he was still mine - even if it was just for this one moment.

When the fog in my brain cleared, I pushed him away from me as a sense of deja vu washed over me. This was the exact same situation we'd been in last night. I just stared into his eyes, feeling betrayed and even more broken than before. I watched as the shame overtook his face before he averted his gaze to his feet. I cleared my throat, pissed that he was trying to avoid the situation.

"How could you?" I finally hiccuped out, cursing myself for letting my weakness show so blatantly.

"Roxie girl," he spoke through a sad sigh.

"No! Don't you dare c-call me that!" I hissed, the familiar nickname that only he used to call me bringing up memories I'd rather just forget for the sake of my heart. "This is our house! Did you think I-I wouldn't realize?" I questioned, my voice breaking towards the end.

I would never forget that night. It was six months before he broke things off. His family had gone away for the weekend, but he opted to stay home. We spent the entire time together, just the two of us. It was on that Saturday that we'd both gotten particularly tipsy off an expensive bottle of wine from his mother's precious stash. He'd reached out and grabbed both my hands in his from across the counter, rubbing his thumbs over my knuckles.

I remember getting a warm fuzzy feeling all over my body, so happy to be in that moment with a man I loved more than life itself. I watched as his eyes lit up, meaning he had an idea.

"Oh no, now what?" I'd asked him with a giggle. He had rushed around the kitchen, finding a pencil and a stray piece of paper.  He'd set them both down in front of me before lifting my body off of the stool I'd been perched on and stealing my spot, placing me on his lap right after.

"This is something I've always wanted to do," he'd insisted, wrapping an arm around my waist to further secure me to him.

"What? Sit in your parents' kitchen, drunk, with your girlfriend and a piece of paper?" I'd asked sarcastically.

"Watch it or I'll make what I did to your ass earlier look like child's play," he'd growled into my ear. "What I meant was," he continued, "I've always wanted to draw up our dream home plans. A place where we'll raise our kids someday and grow old together," he'd murmured with a smile.

That night, we didn't get any sleep. After three and a half hours of drawing up the plans together, me critiquing every piece to make sure it was perfect, we'd spent the rest of the night making love.

I could tell he was reliving that night as well, a pained look on his face as his fingers twitched. It was almost as if...almost as if he was trying to keep from reaching out and grabbing me.

"You wouldn't understand," he rasped out, a tortured look in his eyes.

"You're right. I wouldn't because I don't know who the hell you are anymore," I whispered before turning and running right into Milo's hard chest. He didn't ask any questions, just sent a death glare to Jedrek before grabbing me around the waist and escorting me out of the room.

"Something is going on here that you haven't told me about," Milo stated knowingly while using his phone to order a ride back to the house for us.

"I'll tell you w-when we're alone," I finally managed to get out, fumbling down the steps and up to our car that'd pulled up to the curb a few minutes later.

The second we'd arrived back at the Spalding house, I shut my phone off to silence all the incoming calls from Jedrek and my father. I was emotionally drained from the past two days and just needed to talk with people who I knew cared about me.

"Alright, girl, spill. What the fuck is up with that look on your face?" Khloe demanded through Milo's phone screen.

"I arrived yesterday afternoon," I started, my voice groggy from all the crying I'd been doing. My locket was pressed between my fingers as if it could magically transfer me the comfort I needed. "I showed up to the house I grew up in - which was also the only reminder that I had left of my mother - expecting my father to be there. Turns out, he sold the fucking place out from under my nose without so much as a text message," I growled. I watched as all three of their facial expressions morphed into shock. "Turns out, he did it because his bitch of a wife thought he wasn't committed enough to their relationship," I continued. 

"You're kidding," Ivy deadpanned, looking just as upset as I'd been.

"I wish. Hold on, things only got worse from there. The moment I turned up at their new house to confront my dad was also the exact moment I saw Jedrek again," I murmured.

"What happened? How did it go?" Khloe rushed out.

"I looked like shit because I was pissed as hell and crying, but he was just as pissed at my father, shockingly enough. I couldn't even look at him, though; I wasn't ready for that," I murmured, looking away in shame. "That night, I was forced to endure this awful fucking dinner with - get this - not just my dad, Sandra, Tori, and Jedrek, but also Jedrek's brother that I saw at the club and both his fucking parents," I hissed.

"That sounds like a disaster just waiting to happen," Khloe said with a visible wince.

"Trust me, it was. After that horrific ordeal, I avoided everyone for the rest of the night - until Jedrek cornered me in the middle of the night right before I was about to go skinny dipping," I told them with a pointed look. Khloe and Ivy squealed while Milo cursed under his breath.

"What happened?" Khloe asked.

"Oh, you know, I finally told him to fuck off basically and that I didn't want to see or talk to him. The conversation ended with me flashing him my entire naked body and him pulling me into an impromptu makeout session," I stated calmly, but inside I was anything but.

"What?" All three of them yelled at the same time in shock.

"I pushed him off and left right after, but I can't stop thinking about it," I wept, growing emotional once again. Jesus, I've done nothing but cry these past few days. What the fuck is wrong with me? I'm a strong, independent woman for Christ's sake! Or at least I wish I was...fake it 'till you make it, right?

"That's not all. There's something else you're not telling us. I saw the look on your face when we were touring Jedrek and Tori's house," Milo interjected knowingly.

"T-that's our dream home," I sobbed, "w-we drew the plans for that place together when we were t-talking about our future. That entire kitchen, the master bedroom, the backyard was all m-me," I finished. Milo opened his arms for me as I dove into them, letting my tears soak the front of his shirt.

"Something's not adding up here. You clearly don't see what I - and, quite frankly, everyone else on both sides of the fucking family - see when he looks at you," Milo insisted.

"That's where you're wrong. I do see what you all do and that's why this is s-so hard for me!" I exclaimed. "For whatever fucking reason, I'm not worth enough to him. I d-don't want to talk about this anymore," I hiccuped while furiously wiping away my tears and snot.

"I have an idea," Milo finally spoke after a few moments of silence.

"Oh boy, this outta be good," Ivy muttered skeptically while Khloe just snorted in reply.

"Hear me out. Going off my hunch - which is rarely wrong - let's use loverboy's obvious feelings towards you and up the ante a bit. Let's make him feel what you're feeling right now - betrayed," he suggested evilly.

"And how would we do that?" I asked, on the fence about the idea.

"By doing the one thing he fears the most; letting another man touch what he sees as his - or make him think that, anyway. And I don't mean you just telling him, I'm talking about staging it. After all, actions speak louder than words," he said with a devious smirk.

"Shit. That's good, Milo. Remind me to never piss you off," Ivy spoke.

"Okay, but one question still remains; how are we going to go about this?" I asked, trying to be the voice of reason.

"Well, something that I found out when I first showed up was that we share a wall with the soon-to-be-wed couple," he explained tapping his knuckle against said wall. "You picked good when you first showed up."

So that's how Jedrek knew I was at the pool the first night! It all makes sense now.

"We'll wait till everyone settles down for bed and then the show will begin," Milo said with a chuckle. I think he was actually having fun with this idea.

"Against my better judgment, I'm going to agree to this," I finally said, though you could hear the clear resignation in my tone.

"You have to keep us posted! Love you, bitches! Have fun!"  Khloe called out before sending us an air kiss and ending the FaceTime call.

**

"Are you ready?" Milo whispered softly, sitting up in the bed while flicking on one of the lamps. I knew for a fact he'd also heard the distinct sound of their bedroom door shutting followed by the two of them bickering back and forth for a few minutes.

"God, this is so embarrassing. How do you expect me to go through with this with a straight face? Or look at you as my boss without cracking up at work?" I asked him as my cheeks burned cherry red.

"Concerning your first question, I don't, but as for the second one, I'd say the same exact way we separate our relationship as best friends from our relationship as boss and employee on an every-night basis. Just don't look at me if that helps," he said, laughing quietly. "I need you to be convincing or this is going to be utter shit and a waste," he finished while climbing onto the bed on his hands and knees.

"Alright, we're going to start this out by you giggling. I tested it out already, and the walls are surprisingly thin for a house this nice. You can't hear whispering, but anything talking volume or up you can hear - even decipher if you're really listening," he said.

"I can't just force a giggle. It has to come naturally or he'll know," I deadpanned.

"Let's try this, then," he said before attacking my side with his hand. I erupted into a fit of giggles to which he responded with his own laughter. He continued to tickle me until I was shrieking with laughter.

"Milo! Stop! S-Stop!" I shrieked, about to pee any second if he didn't quit. He finally heeded my request before leaning down right next to my ear.

"And now complete silence, just to let his mind wander," he whispered. Sitting back and crossing his legs, he grabbed my foot and did something completely unexpected - he started rubbing it.

"What are you-oh" I moaned when he began kneading around the ball of my foot. Though I'd been off of work for a few days, long nights in nothing but heels had done some damage to my poor, abused feet - that I was sure of.

"Fuck, right there," I groaned when he hit a particular spot on the arch of my foot. It then occurred to me what he was doing. When my eyes lit up, he just smiled and nodded, confirming my revelation while also motioning for me to not say anything stupid.

"Does that feel good, baby?" he asked, his voice just above the volume you would normally speak to someone in.

"So good," I moaned, following along. I hissed when he dug just a little too hard, though if you couldn't see my face of discomfort, you'd never know it wasn't from pleasure. He instructed me to start shuffling around a bit before finally settling in.

"And now for the good stuff," he mumbled before beginning to jump up and down ever so slightly on the bed. He looked at me expectantly, making me realize I had been silent the whole time. I moaned softly, almost blowing our cover by snorting in laughter. Milo and I both slapped our hands over our mouths as we continued to rock the bed.

The longer we fake moaned, the less embarrassing it got and the funnier it became.

"Now it's time to kick it into maximum overdrive," Milo growled into my ear, nearly causing me to wet myself as he began rocking the bed hard enough that it began banging against the shared wall.

"Oh god!" I called out, hoping it came out sounding sexy rather than like I was dying from holding back laughter.

"You like that?" Milo asked loudly before looking around wildly. I had no idea what he was trying to do, but I soon realized when he slapped his thigh loudly and immediately groaned from the pain. A few tears leaked from the sides of my eyes as my chest ached from trying to hold back my laughter.

"You have to help, I want to chip the wall with this bed," he whispered deviously before nodding towards the headboard as he rested his hands against it. I rolled my eyes before joining in.

"Alright," he mumbled looking over at the clock, "it's been almost twenty minutes so it's time for you to climax," he snickered before speeding up his rocking even more.

"I'm so close!" I called out, adding a few more moans that grew in volume just for added belief. Milo added in a few low grunts here and there before giving me a serious look.

"Now," he ordered before I threw my head back and tried to recreate what it sounded like when I came - not that I was even sure of what that sounded like anymore. It'd been so long.

"Now we wait," Milo whispered before re-adjusting on the bed and turning the lamp off. "Goodnight," he said seconds before the sound of a door slamming with vigor caught my ears. He smiled wickedly at me before shaking his head and rolling over to get some sleep.

"Goodnight," I mumbled back, hoping tonight I'd actually get some much-needed rest.

But that didn't happen, of course.

I rolled out of the bed when I finally saw the sun come up, figuring it was of no use to try and pretend I would eventually fall asleep. I removed my pajamas and slipped one of Milo's t-shirts on with some boyshort underwear, forgoing shoes or socks completely because I knew it would irritate Sandra if she ran into me.

Making my way downstairs to get something to eat, I was wondering how early it actually was and if anyone would even be up. Of course, because of my luck, there was someone. Jedrek chuckled quietly as soon as he saw me enter the kitchen, catching me completely off guard.

"What's so funny?" I asked, somewhat defensively. He pushed his chair back and came towards me, getting much too close for comfort while refilling his coffee mug.

"I just keep trying to picture what you looked like last night jumping up and down on the bed to try and make it sound like you were having sex," he stated smugly. I felt embarrassment flood my entire being, forcing me to turn away from him and pretend to be fiddling with the toaster so he wouldn't see my flaming cheeks or the blatant truth in my eyes.

"I wasn't trying to do anything," I spat back, praying my voice sounded convincing, "what would make you even think something like that?" I accused, hoping to turn the situation around and make him feel stupid for calling me out on exactly what Milo and I had done. What I wasn't expecting was for him to slam his coffee mug down and spin me so I was facing him. He pinned my hips to the counter with his own before leaning his face so close to my own that I almost had to go cross-eyed to look at him.

"Because you're forgetting something crucial, Roxie girl. I know what it really sounds like when you come. I spent every moment I possibly could the last two years of our relationship learning your body like a goddamn road map. I knew it so well, I could make your pussy sing for me if I wanted," he growled out huskily. "Tell me, baby, do your feet still go numb after having an intense orgasm?" he asked cockily. I felt my eyes tear up as anger filled my entire body. Without thinking, I swung my hand up as fast and hard as I could. The sound of my palm meeting his cheek echoed throughout the kitchen.

"Stay the hell away from me," I rasped out, watching as his face fell instantly with regret.

I just can't ever have the last laugh, can I?