Lexi hand flew to her mouth in shock. She couldn't help shaking her head in disbelief. No. Not now. Not after everything. She couldn't drag her eyes away from the amazing diamond.

"No," she murmured.

He nodded picking the ring up out of the box and twirling it around between his fingers. "I know I don't deserve you Lex."

"No," she muttered again.

"I know," he said nodding. "This was my grandma's ring. My mom gave it to me over my brothers because she knew that I would choose someone who really mattered to me not just the first person who came along."

"Jack please, just stop."

He seemed to ignore her. "Now I wasn't planning to show this to you, but," he looked up from the ring into her wide-eyed brown orbs, "this was meant for you. Only you."

"No."

"But either way that was what I had to tell you to show you my heart," he whispered.

"How could you do this now?" she murmured tears forming in her eyes even though she had told herself over and over that she wouldn't cry.

"It was the only thing I could think," he said snapping the box shut and stuffing it hastily back in his pocket.

"What does this mean?" she couldn't help asking.

"I took a job in Atlanta. I won't be a burden on you any longer. I can see what I did to you, what I continue to do to you, and I won't let that continue to happen. I fucked everything up by sleeping with Stella, and I know that. I'll never forgive myself and I don't exactly expect you to forgive me."

"Atlanta? I thought you got turned down."

"The man that I interviewed with last night suggested me to a friend and as long as I'm in Atlanta by tomorrow night I have the job. It was a last minute kind of thing," he told her.

"So all of this was for nothing?"

"No it made me realize what I did to you. And I'm not going to do it again. So this is good-bye. I'll try not to bother you again. I love you Lex," he said planting a sweet kiss on her lips.

She could barely function right now. He was leaving her after all. They weren't going to be able to get through this. Even though she thought they would be able to work it out, they would never be given the chance. And as she watched him walk out her door, she truly knew that she would never ever hear from him again.

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Chapter 23: Present.

Lexi slipped inside his house carefully positioning herself where Ramsey couldn't get a look at her back. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth wincing at the extreme tenderness. Ramsey glanced in her direction and she instantly moved to cover her throat with her hair. No need for him to ask questions. It would really just be an unnecessary hassle. And, in either case, it wasn't something she would be able to explain.

She stood by the stairs and waited for him to walk up first. She couldn't exactly have him watching her as she walked up the stairs. She followed behind closely ducking into the guest bedroom where he stood against the doorframe.

"I'll just get you something to sleep in," he told her a smile playing across his features.

"Uh...thanks," she stated awkwardly turning to face him in the doorway. She liked the smile he was sending her way. It was very...sincere. He looked as if he genuinely did not want to be any place else in the world at that moment. He would be content standing in the doorway staring into her face for eternity. He wasn't even pressuring her to feel anything more just to look at him. And, man, was he attractive.

His blonde hair was radiating with perfection. His green eyes were rimmed with adoration and affection. She could see the lust prominent in the irises, but she knew he wouldn't push anything. The Country Club gentleman in him prohibited him from making her feel uncomfortable. She always thought that would work to a person's detriment, but now, with him standing in front of her, she wasn't too sure.

Lexi's stomach twisted at the thought. She did not want to be thinking these types of thoughts around Ramsey. He disoriented her in a completely different manner than she was used to. Jack tilted her completely off balance. She couldn't think...she could hardly breathe around him. It was as if her orbit shifted to circling only him. Wherever he was and whatever they were doing she naturally rotated around him.

With Ramsey she could feel a sense of equality about their movements. He revolved around her while she matched his movements. It was a completely new experience. And also terribly frightening to know that she could have such a connection to someone she had just met...to someone she hadn't even particularly liked up until tonight, when she found she hadn't been able to stop him from kissing her. That she didn't want to stop him. But she couldn't think about that right now. Tonight, of all nights, she needed to keep her wits about her.

She stood motionless in the doorway as Ramsey fetched her clothes. She couldn't help thinking about the events of the night and how they had unraveled. Bekah's disgusting sexual remarks echoed through her conscious. Had Jack so easily gone from Bekah to her in a span of twenty-four hours? The more she thought about it, the more she couldn't believe it.

Sure, Lexi knew what he was capable, but that was low...even for him. And the way Bekah had spoke about it. Lexi shivered at the notion. Jack couldn't claim Bekah for his own when he still had feelings for Lexi. She just didn't know how to show that to him.

The sex was never supposed to happen. She just wasn't capable of controlling her actions around him. Turning Jack down was the hardest thing she ever tried to do. No matter how many times they had fucked up together, she never found it easier to break free from him. There was always Jack. Even after the crazy sex and horrible things he had said to her, she couldn't think about giving him up. He was obviously very confused. One minute he was crazy with jealousy about her showing up with Ramsey. Then he was completely cold and distant. After that he made fiery, passionate, amazingly hot sex to her standing up against a cement wall in Turner Field. Then managed to tell her that none of it mattered?

How could none of it matter?

How could the sex not alter his decision in the slightest?

Lexi couldn't wrap her mind around that concept. Sure she had been sleeping with Jack for years, but it's not like the sex never mattered. She had held out on him for a year a half, granted they hadn't been together the whole time. No, they had never been together. He had made that perfectly clear when he walked out that door...when he ran.

Her face darkened over at the painful memory. She typically kept it under lock and key where no one could access it. But with everything that had gone on tonight, she couldn't hold it together. Her jaw was clenched tight and her eyes had the remembered look of agony. All she wanted to do was keep from crying until Ramsey brought her something to change into.

Just then he walked around the corner and down the hall. Lexi quickly recovered hoping that her expression was as neutral as possible. But she could see that he wasn't fooled.

"Thanks," she muttered yanking the clothes out of his hand and slamming the door quickly.

Lexi smacked her head back against the door instantly regretting her actions. Reaching her hand back to touch her head, she found a small knot forming where it had been knocked against concrete. As if her problems weren't enough, now every bump and bruise would remind her of Jack. Great!

She groaned as she forced her body to stand back up. Hugging her arms tightly around her body, she moved in front of the full-length mirror pinned against the wall. Lexi gently pulled down the side zipper on her now ruined dress. The silky material slid off her narrow hips and pooled at her feet. She unclasped her black, strappy, high heels and kicked them off. Lexi turned from side to side examining the damage. She could see little bruised indentions in her thighs where Jack's hands had held her up. Her lip was turning a slight shade of purple, but her neck wasn't quite as bad as she had anticipated. Her back was scratched, but not red and puffy like before. In the dim lighting, the rest of her body looked nearly normal.

This allowed a small smile to cross her face. Their indiscretions wouldn't be as noticeable as she thought. Her aches were at a minimum, and she would be as fit as ever in a couple days.

Her smile dropped off her face and she felt the tears begin to well in her eyes. She allowed them to flow freely from her cheeks cursing herself for feeling the emotions she was encountering.

This might be her last reminder of Jack.

These reminders of their escapade was the last thing she would ever receive from him.

He had said that he still needed time to think, but didn't she of all people know better? Jack didn't think. He acted. He did exactly what he wanted when he wanted it, and since he done that with her, he had received everything he had endeavored towards.

She collapsed on the floor covered only by her black, strapless bra and thong set. Her hair cascaded around her face. She felt something wet on her knees and she realized, suddenly, that it was tears. Lexi swiped at her eyes. She glanced up into the mirror and recognized the trail of black flowing down her cheeks. She vigorously scrubbed the mascara tears away leaving her cheeks raw and splotchy.

Her head tilted to the side as she stared onwards at her reflection. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear once out of habit. The movement reassured her and she did it again until the curly strands were maintained neatly behind her ears. It was the least she could do to keep from crying again.

This was the last time she ever wanted to cry for Jack Howard.

Her head snapped to the side at sound of the door creaking open. Ramsey stood silhouetted in the doorway in nothing but a snug pair of maroon boxer briefs. For a second as she stared at him, she lost all thought of being all but naked sitting on the floor. He looked so delectable. She had never seen him with his shirt off, and damn was her first impression right. He certainly had to have a physical trainer. She hadn't seen bodies like this since the last time she had gone to professional soccer game and even then she wasn't sure if they compared.

"Oh sorry," he said his eyes sliding down her near naked form. She could tell he wasn't sorry and she was too broken and dazed to say otherwise.

"Did you need something?" she asked her voice cracking with the effort to keep from crying.

"I was just coming to check on you."

For once he kept his distance. Lexi let her head drop wishing she could just erase this entire night. She had been stupid to think that she could be a part of Jack's life. And in that moment, she felt more used than she ever had in her life. Even if that hadn't been Jack's original intention, after he left her standing there bruised and broken, she couldn't help but feel that he had just used her. And she wasn't even sure what had fueled such anger from him. The sex was amazing, but there was an undertone of hostility in his movements. Not to mention his abrupt goodbye. It didn't even matter that he had claimed that he still needed time. When he said that it didn't change things, she was really more afraid that he meant it.

"Is there something I can do?" he whispered into the darkness.

She shook her head back and forth. All she needed was to be alone. But she couldn't say that to him. Not after all that he had done for her. Sure he had originally gotten on her nerves, but he hadn't pressured her into anything. And he had been perfectly nice through this whole ordeal. He had even defended her to Jack when he had suspected Jack was going to hurt her. And he had been right. Oh how he had been right. She couldn't be mean to him now not after everything.

At the same time, she couldn't risk bringing another person into her downwards spiral. If Ramsey knew the terrible things Jack had done to both her and Bekah, it wouldn't be pretty.

"Are you sure?" he asked taking a few tentative steps into the room.

"I'm fine," she murmured. It wasn't believable though. She was practically naked sitting in a crumpled heap on his floor looking as if she had been crying. And she had been crying. Normally she didn't look too bad afterwards, but she had rubbed her face so fiercely that it was obvious something had happened to her.

She glanced back up and met his worried gaze. "You don't look fine." He took another step forward.

"Thanks," she muttered sarcastically.

"I didn't mean it like that. I just meant..." he trailed off.

"I know what you meant."

He cleared the space between them in a quick stride and squatted in front of her. "Please let me make it better. I hate seeing you this way," he whispered affectionately, reaching out and cupping her cheek.

"Then don't look at me," she said pulling herself away from his touch.

"I can't help but look at you."

"Yes you can."

"No I can't," he said leaning in closer. "You are the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on."

"Beauty is only skin deep," she quipped not letting herself get suckered into his sweet talk.

"Not on you."

"You don't even know me."

"And you don't know me. Yet we've gone on two dates and we've kissed. I know you feel something for me. You just don't know what it is yet," he told her sitting next to her on the floor.

Lexi shook her head. "You're right. I don't know you and I don't know what I feel."

"Then let me show you," he said leaning forward and capturing her lips in his own.

Lexi groaned deep in her throat wondering how she had gotten herself into this mess. Here she was going back and forth between two guys. One who she felt some semblance of a spark for, but couldn't allow herself to get involved with. The other she had loved for as long as she had known him and all he did was continue to hurt her over and over again. This, being here right now, was so wrong.

Misreading her groan, Ramsey took this as encouragement and deepened the kiss. He let his tongue slide into her mouth and flick against her tongue. His hands buried themselves into her thick mass of curls pulling her face closer to his. She couldn't stay unresponsive as he expertly maneuvered against her mouth. It was as if some kissing instinct had awakened in her and she tilted her head giving him a better angle.

Her mind was so frazzled from the events of the night, but still she knew this was wrong. "Ramsey," she muttered against his lips.

As soon as it came out of her mouth, she knew he would take it as encouragement. His name had come out breathy and seductive when she had been going for questioning or even angry.

"Mmm," he moaned against her lips letting one hand trail down her neck, across her slight shoulder, gently graze the side of her breast, before resting strongly on her waistline. She couldn't keep her breath from hitching as his large hands staked a claim on her body.

She knew she should cry out and stop him from continuing to show his apparent interest in her. But, even though she knew it was wrong, she truly enjoyed having him adore her like this. Her mind went into overdrive as she thought about how wrong her actions were in that moment. But before she could even push him away, he snuck his arm up under her legs and effortlessly hoisted her into the air. She cried out in surprise breaking away from his mouth. The sweet taste of peppermint lingered on the tip of her tongue.

He carried her to the foot of the bed and gently laid her back against the soft down comforter. She was distinctly aware of her nakedness as she stretched out across the bed. There was so little clothing between them leaving her in a very precarious position. From her angle, she could see the bulge in his boxer briefs growing at the sight of her. She couldn't help but smile at his reaction. Of course, she knew it was the wrong reaction. All she seemed to be doing was sending him wrong signals, but she couldn't help it. Very few women wouldn't have smiled at that moment.

His hands moved forward and clutched onto her hip bones. Then he dipped his head down and began kissing upwards from her navel. Slowly but surely he moved around her belly button, up between the curves of her breasts, to the base of her neck, across her jaw line, and then, finally, back to her lips. She felt him press against her as he coaxed a reaction out of her tender lips. His hands roamed her body taking in ever curve of her skin. She could feel him urging her on, aching for her body. He interlaced their fingers and pressed her arms above her head leaving her completely vulnerable. He began a slow grind against her never letting up his amazing kisses.

Ramsey left her hands above her head and began to roam lower and lower until his fingers were feather light against her inner thighs. "Ramsey, I..." she got out before he was kissing her again. His gentle hands began making circle motions against the sensitive skin trailing closer to her most sensitive area.

Fire alarms were going off in her head at his advances, and she knew she needed to stop. In fact, she really wanted to stop. After everything she had been through tonight, she could not add this to the list of stupid things for the evening. She pushed against his chiseled chest, but she might as well have been pushing on a brick wall for all he noticed. One finger moved closer and pressed against her opening veiled only by her black thong. He didn't do anything more than rest there, but she was already wet with anticipation...an anticipation that she would never let come to fruition.

She turned her head to pull away from his demanding kisses. "Stop," she whispered lacking the conviction she felt. He had already hooked his finger under her underwear and was massaging her wet spot. Her body arched of its own accord and a moan escaped her at the pleasurable feeling. She was sore from her earlier encounter, but he was being so gentle she hardly noticed.

"What did you say?" he asked expertly inserting two fingers deep inside of her without allowing her enough time to answer. She couldn't believe how amazing he felt and this was just the foreplay. She needed to stop or she was going to regret her actions.

"I said stop," she murmured attempting to wiggle away from him, but he had his other hand locked securely against her hip preventing her from moving.

"But you like it. You're enjoying it."

"No," she said shaking her head as her lower half convulsed with pleasure.

"Your body is telling me otherwise and I haven't even gone any farther."

"You can't...go any...farther," she gasped out.