Before Stefan could say anything, his phone rang in his pocket. He lowered his head and ignored it.
"Answer it," Erica said.
He raised his head and shook it. His gesture made her scoff.
"Answer the damn phone, Stefan McKenzie," she bellowed at him.
He fished his phone from his pocket and froze; this was not the time for him to call. Before Stefan could hang up, Erica snatched it from him.
"W-Why is he calling you?"
"Rica." Stefan pleaded.
"ANSWER MY FUCKING QUESTION!. Why the fuck is Clifford calling you?"
Stefan nibbled on his lips. he shifted from one foot to another. He took in a harsh breath when his collar was held.
"Either you answer the damn question, or I find out why my right-hand man is calling you."
"Erica, please -"
Stefan's cheek throbbed when another slap made contact with his face. Erica pointed her finger at him.
"I warned you. Don't fuck with me.
Stefan stood still as she answered the call.
"Boss, we have checked out the new set of cameras for her house, where -"
"Well done, Clifford. Well done."
Clifford's face paled.
"Ma'am?" he stuttered. He prayed she wasn't the one who answered the call, and it should be someone else, but he knew his lady boss voice.
"How long?" Erica asked as her gaze landed on Stefan. There was silence on both sides.
"How fucking long have you both been playing me?" Stefan flinched.
He sighed. This was getting out of hand, and it's because of his jealousy. He ruffled his hand through his hair and murmured.
"Six years."
"Oh my goodness. Six fucking years. You played me for six years."
Stefan moved towards her, but Erica blocked him with her hand.
"I'm not sorry for that, Rica. You've always been the woman I love. And I couldn't take it when we broke up. I saw you on one of my missions, and I brought up that plan"
Stefan held her hand that had the phone in it and threw it across the couch. He then held her hands tightly.
"Liste, Rica. You have every right to be pissed. You have my permission to hit to anyhow. Cursed at me. But I refuse to give you the chance to run away from me again. I meant it when I said, I regret what I did to you. Please, baby, forgive me"
Stefan pulled her into a hug.
"Let go of me, Stefan."
"No. I did that six years ago, and I'm not doing that again. You are mine, Rica, and I am yours." He pulled away from her and cupped her face.
His finger brushed against her parted lips. He lowered his face to hers and whispered.
"I love you, Erica. I don't love like a normal person, and I know you love that."
He captured her lips with his.
Erica wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. She pulled away to unbutton his shirt.
"This is so wrong".
"I know. After this, you can hate me all you want, baby."