Duncan's POV

I unlocked her phone instantly, knowing the code by heart after mere seconds of peeking over at her when she was unlocking it. She never noticed. Ha, my ex-con ways eh?

I pressed my finger on her call log, seeing the name "Darryl ;)" instantly. I raised my eyebrow suspiciously. Not at the fact that he had a wink face after his name but also that he was the most recent call in her log. Unanswered from 5 minutes ago. That's what Princess was hiding... or should I say who.

I clicked on his name, scrolling down to see that there was a lot of talking going on between the two. Something was definitely going on with them.

Missed call

Received call

Received call

Dialed

Dialed

Missed call

Missed call

Missed call

Received call

Dialed

...and the list went on.

Who the fuck is this guy and why is he in her call log so often? Not to mention the annoying winking face that seemed to eyeball me teasingly everytime I thought of who he could possibly be and what was going on between him and Court. Every call never lasted more than 6 minutes... fishy.

I had enough of looking at how often they were talking so I decided to go to her text messages. I found his name under about 5 people, Bridgette and Trish being the most recent people she had texted.

Darryl: Where r u?

Me: On my way...

Darryl: Cnt wait ;)

He sent her a wink face? For what? What can't he wait for? I was getting more and more pissed by the minute. Who the fuck was this guy? He had to be someone important for Courtney to be hiding him from me.

I continued to read on, the messages dating back older.

Me: The kids are at their grandma's. You home?

Darryl: No, but I'm omw.

Me: Well hurry, I'm on my way over...

Darryl: Now doing 85 mph

Me: Lol, kk ;)

I grew livid. She was getting rid of the kids to go see this guy?! I nearly threw her phone out of anger, biting the urge back by squeezing my left hand into a tight fist until my knuckles lost color.

I once again read more messages, knowing that as I went a long I would still not like what I'd see, but I couldn't help but being nosey.

Darryl: Does Maddison have practice 2day?

Me: No, why? You wanna come over?

Darryl: And you know this babe.

Me: Well don't keep me waiting.

Darryl: I'd never tease you like that. Omw now.

I jumped up from my seat, biting my lip so hard it drew blood. My nostrils flared, completely pissed off to the point of no return - seeing red. I sat down to think about what I should and should not do. I didn't want my teenage, immature ways to come out and just merk because of jealousy. Courtney wasn't my girl besides. We just started to try to work things out. I really have no reason to be mad... Then again, I have every reason to be mad. That's my children's mother. I love her to death. No one can have her. NO one. Who the fuck was this guy? Like seriously, who. the. fuck. is. he. And why the hell does he know who my children are? Courtney better not had introduced my fucking kids to anyone. I swear I'll kill her!

I rose from my seat on the bed once again, fuming at the thought of my kids even being introduced to any of Courtney's "male friends". What if they really liked him? What if they would eventually start calling them dad? Was he around that often?

I tried to stray from the annoying thoughts but I couldn't. My jealousy and territorial habits over Courtney never faded. In my mind she was mine and always was mine. I thought back to the most recent message which was only last week. Tuesday. I tried not to jump to conclusions but the messages obviously told a story that anyone with a brain could see. They were fucking. He even called her "babe". I can only call her that! Who the hell did this guy think he was? Like, seriously. Babe? What else was he calling her? Lord please don't tell me he even has pet names for the kids because I might really lose it then.

I took a deep breath, attempting to calm myself down once again before exiting out of her messages and setting everything back on her phone up so that it was how it was when she had it.

Leave no evidence behind

My motto since I was 16 years old and stealing cars.

I put her phone under my pillow. I contemplated on if I should give her the cold shoulder or just suck it up and confront her about it. I came to the conclusion to just say fuck it and surprise her with it at the most unexpected time. Drop a few hints...

I brushed myself off, once again sighing and laid on my bed, feet crossed and my arms also behind my head, and watched TV, waiting for her to soon enough return to my room in search of the last place she had her phone.. my room.

"Hey, has anyone seen my phone!" I heard her call out. Damn her voice was annoying when she shrieked. Nails on a chalkboard.

"No mommy." I smiled hearing Daniel's voice.

I rose up from the bed, scurrying to place her phone under my dresser, where she was standing to make it seem like she dropped it accidentally. CSI really helped me cover up "murders". I laughed to myself.

Her footsteps and annoying calls asking did anyone see her phone were getting closer until she eventually barged into my room.

"Seen my phone?" She asked me.

"Nope, when's the last time you had it?" I asked innocently, still laying with my legs crossed and my arms behind my head.

"Here. Or so I believe." She said, scratching her head.

"Check the floor. I haven't seen it though." I said, averting my eyes from her worried glance back to my television. I watched her pace around my room, allowing my peripheral vision to catch sight of her when she dropped to her knees on my side of the bed, looking under it. I snapped my neck over to her quickly, checking out her butt bent over. I almost got a chubby when my inappropriate thoughts were interrupted by the thought of Darryl behind behind that. I sighed out loud, trying to control the anger that I felt rising in me again.

"Found it!" She said happily, as she reached under my dresser, struggling to get a hold of her phone.

She finally got it and brushed herself off.

"Lunch will be ready in a few." She said before leaving. I nodded nonchalantly before smiling devilishly as she left the room.

I walked downstairs, smelling the delicious aromas of Courtney's cooking. That girl could cook her ass off. Definitely got it from Mama Cat - Courtney's mother, well at least that's what I call her. Her real name was Catherine or Cathy for short. They were splitting images. Both had that creamy tan skin. Her mother being half Dominican earned her the last name Besbarino, which she never changed after marriage and gave to Courtney once she was born. Her mother instead of Court however had almond colored eyes. Mama Cat always wore her hair up, the length being about Courtney's back when we were about 17. Everything at their house was in tip top shape. Between her and Courtney's dad, George, I didn't know who had OCD the worst. Every spill, speck of dust, crack, peel... they had to repair or clean it up as soon as possible. You weren't even allowed to wear shoes in their home. No wonder Courtney was so uptight; her dad had a bigger pole up his ass than hers. His hair was always clean kept and combed to the side like some snobby rich kid raised in Beverly Hills. His pants were always higher than his waist was, and he never wore a shirt untucked and pants without a belt. He looked like one of those famous, rich, golfers. He had creamy white skin, always lotioned and spritzed with the finest colognes. I used to pick jokes at him all the time that Courtney would scold me for and get upset about.

"Stop talking about my dad." She'd always yell at me, hitting me in the shoulder.

Other than that though, Courtney's parents were cool. Her dad took way more time to adjust and get used to than her mom. Mama Cat was a piece of cake. She didn't approve of me the first 3 dinners, but after realizing I wasn't going anywhere, she got used to me.

I walked into the kitchen where I saw Courtney slaving over the stove. She always turned into a top chef when cooking, no matter what it was that she was preparing.

"Working hard, huh Princess?" I asked her teasingly, watching her pay no attention to me nor my comment.

"Busy?" I asked again, craving a response from her.

She turned around looked at me, then the food, then me again, as if to say "Obviously."

"Well okay then." I said as I took a seat at the table, and turned my body so that it was facing her.

I peeped out every aspect of her body. She once again had on those sweat capris she loved so much. I was beginning to love em too. They hugged her in all the right places. Courtney was half-white but her ass sure wasn't. Those hips and her butt stuck out like a sore thumb in them. Most girls would hate that, but Courtney... she embraced it. I wondered how many pairs she must've had by now. I remember when we were together years ago she'd torture me and make me buy her about 10 pairs of them from Victoria's Secret everytime we went to the mall. And of course I'd be the one leaving the store carrying the piles of bags even though everything in them belonged to her. I was beginning to wonder if she actually just loved them or she was wearing them so often for the simple fact that she knew they'd show off every curve and I was there.

I watched as she began to slow her pace on cooking, I guess because the food was nearly ready. "Hey Court." I said.

"Yes Duncan?" She answered. I was surprised she spoke, she was so caught up in her cooking.

"I see you're still obsessed with those sweat pants." I said.

I watched a small smile wash over her face. "Yeah, I guess. Funny you remember." She said, glancing at me for a few seconds before she looked back at to what she was cooking.

"How could I forget?" I said, smiling back at her.

"I see you still love your Converses." She said back at me.

"Damn straight. Would wear em everyday all day if I could." I said to her. I smiled to myself, realizing that she remembered the small things about me too.

"Duncan!" She snapped, blushing and staring at me with this look.

"What!" I snapped back, totally confused.

"You keep staring at my butt! It's embarrassing!" She said.

Damn, I had really been staring...

"I'm sorry, it's just that Darryl's really been doing his job." I said nonchalantly.

I watched her body freeze up and her hand stop moving from stirring the contents in the pot. She looked down, frozen in whatever emotion she was feeling.

I died to know what her face looked like, but she didn't turn to me. Or at least not yet.

I waited for a reaction for about 5 minutes, just sitting there staring at her.

She turned around at me wide eyed.

"What do you mean? What do you mean Darryl? How do you know about him?" She rushed out but said all too calmly, walking over to me as she spoke and sticking her finger out to me accusingly.

"Don't play dumb with me Court. You can't hide anything from me. You should know that by now!" I said back at her.

She gave me to look of the devil.

"How do you know! You had my phone didn't you!? You just don't know things like that!" She yelled, overly upset.

I was pissed when I thought about the whole thing, but I couldn't help but laugh at her face. It was priceless. This just pissed her off even more.

"You find this funny do you? I don't find it funny! You've invaded my personal business!" She shrieked in that oh so annoying voice.

I lifted myself up back into my normal posture in the chair and continued to listen to her rant.

"Well what's the big problem princess? You must've really been fucking this guy with you being this upset!" I said.

He face beet red and she looked like she was about to explode.

"THAT IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!" She yelled, power walking back over to the stove.

"You're way to upset princess, take a chill pill." I told her.

She huffed and puffed, and maybe would've even blown the house down she did it any harder. I laughed at my humor, snickering once again and seeing her grab the cooking utensil even harder than she was before.

"Court, it's really not that serious. I just want to know why you lied. You told me that you didn't have anything to tell me when we talked." I said, getting a tad bit serious.

She took a deep breath then sighed, calming herself down.

"It wasn't that important. He's not that important." She emphasized.

"Well obviously he is if he even knows our children's fucking names." I said, starting to get angry just thinking about the text messages I read.

"What do you mean Duncan?" She asked me, rolling her eyes and gazing over to me.

"I read the text messages. I've seen everything. Why?" I asked.

She sighed again, "Duncan, we're not together. And when me and Darryl first met and started dealing with each other you were long gone out of the picture. He's just a friend... that's all."

"Yeah, friend with benefits." I stopped as I saw the embarrassment flood her face, then I continued. "It's funny how all of your phone calls are no longer than 5 minutes, and you text each other wink faces and communicate only to find out if you're home or not." I said.

Courtney's eyebrows knitted, "Why do you know so much? Why did you have to snoop? You could've just asked Duncan!" She said to me. "And he does not know our children. He knows who they are of course, but I have never introduced him!" She defended.

"Well if I would've asked, you would've lied. I sat there and asked you did you have a special someone in your life and you told me no. Directly. To my face." I said.

"Well, well...m-maybe I did it so you wouldn't get upset. I know how you are." She said to me.

"Well you should also know that you can't hide anything from me either. I would have, and did find out eventually." I told her.

"Duncan, I really can't say anything. Like I said, he's just a friend. I don't feel as though I need to explain myself to you. We're friends and strictly friends. The sex doesn't matter and relatively isn't any of your business. He hasn't met our kids, and we aren't on that type of level relationship wise. Believe me." She said in one last breath, turning the burners of the stove off.

I stood up and walked behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist.

"One question." I said smoothly in her ear.

"Yeah?" She asked.

"Does he do it like me?" I asked, smirking.

She didn't respond, just blushed and let a small smile pry across her lips.

Good enough an answer for me.