Friends with benefit

Arlo's POV

Staggering through the hallway, Willis's

grip on my arm too strong to shake off, we reached the room formerly occupied by Ivory and plonked onto the bed.

I traced my fingers over the cold, empty bed, a the hollow ache stabbing my chest deeper than usual.

"I want to see her." I mumbled.

"Get some rest, Arlo. You can't go to her like this. What if you make a mistake." Willis pleaded, his expression altered by concern.

I nodded, he was right. As always, he was the voice of reason. I pulled the sheets over my shoulders, turning my back to him.

As he walked out of the room, putting off the light. My phone screen lit up and I reluctantly reached for it.

The text message that greeted me was one I didn't quite expect. It was one I thought impossible.

"You looked so good today, I want my man back."

I knew, even without seeing the name, which had sent it.

As if that wasn't enough, my phone buzzed with Fletcher's call.

As I answered it, my assumption was confirmed.

"Ivory Hol