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Think About You - Hunter/Hayden

The number stared loudly at him on the post it his secretary had discreetly left on his desk. Should he or shouldn’t he? The urge to contact her outweighed his common sense. The gold band on his ring finger scorched hot or so he thought as he inputted her digits into his phone. It didn’t matter, he chided, deciding that the brunette beauty at last week’s meeting had taken his free will the second she’d laid those brown eyes on him. Clicking the phone icon on his screen, he placed the device to his ear and listened to the ringing on the other end.

#para:thinkaboutyou #c:haydenreeds

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There is nothing I do better than revenge (insp.)

#musing #camille/hayden

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#musings #w/hayden

Text [ HG ]

Liv: You're damn right and it's why we're that good. I think he's seeing the world through a poor man's eyes. It'll cloud his judgment.

Hunter: You want me to talk to him? Find out where his head is.

#imessage:livrichards #c:livrichards

iMessage || Henry Reynolds

Hayden: Just because we never acknowledge it doesn't mean it's not true. You have your little trophy wife and you fuck me when you need a release. Let's call a spade a spade.

Hayden: We will. You're not the only person I've been under. No one will go thirsty.

- Read-

-Blocked-

#imessage:haydenreeds #c:haydenreeds #[ HE'S SO MAD OMG ]

Text [ HG ]

Liv: He's been duckin' me since I toyed with his case. I'm worried he's allowed himself to get soft

unsent: or to hate me.

Hunter: Soft how? You know Torres, he doesn't really have a heart. That's why you two work so well together.

#imessage:livrichards #c:livrichards

iMessage || Henry Reynolds

Hayden: What's there to deal with, Hunter? I'm just your mistress.

Hayden: Say less, baby. Better yet don't crawl into my bed.

Hunter: Why is everything a title all of a sudden?

Hunter: Yeah, we'll see about that.

#imessage:haydenreeds #c:haydenreeds #[I FEEL LIKE THEY ARGUE CAUSE THEY WANT TO EXPRESS THEMSELVES]

Text [ HG ]

Liv: Have you seen Stephen at the office?

Hunter: No. Why?

#imessage:livrichards #c:livrichards

iMessage || Henry Reynolds

Hayden: Do you do nice things for your wife?

Hayden: I didn't ask for you to be nice to me.

Hunter: You know...I'm tired of you throwing that in my face every time you don't want to deal with shit.

Hunter: Oh, right? You just want to be fucked with no emotions. Forgot.

#imessage:haydenreeds #c:haydenreeds

iMessage || Henry Reynolds

Hayden: Why are you trying to butter me up? I already fuck you. There's no need for all the frills.

Hunter: It's not buttering you up. Maybe I want to do nice things for you.

Hunter: Fuck, a guy can't do nice things now? Is that against the law in your book?

#imessage:haydenreeds #c:haydenreeds

iMessage || Henry Reynolds

Hunter: Hey, did you get the package I sent?

#imessage:haydenreeds #c:haydenreeds #[ So his wife is on his ass asking who Hayden is lmfaoo he changed her name ]

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Long Nights & Lonely Hearts || Hunter & Hayden

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The room spun with a wicked wobble. Hayden’s hands gripped the finely craved marble, in some desperate attempt, to anchor herself to what was real. Some where between Downtownand Soho, she had lost track of herself. The night had bled into morning and morning into thelazy afternoon. The contents of her purse had been scattered across the silken sheets that were crumpled up and soiled. I need to stop getting my shit from some shady little eleventh grader. Whatever cut that laced the pills she popped had left her completely vulnerable. Hayden sucked in a shallow breath before fully embracing the deep cut that christened the olive dipped skin above her left eye. I never liked bangs but no amount of makeup is gonna cover this one up. Hunter’s voice s h a t t e r e d her simmering frenzy. She flinched at the sudden sound of his gait spiraling off the silences of her bedroom.

“I’m getting dressed..”

It was like he was holding his breath because the moment she responds he releases the oxygen pent up in his lungs. The fact that he was nervous registers in his mind. Nervous about what? Nervous that she might’ve been missing? Or worst, nervous she overdosed on some bullshit pills she bought Downtown. Fuck, nervous because if anything happened to her he wouldn’t know what to do. Not heeding her ‘I’m getting dressed’ he slowly and deliberately pushes her bedroom door open and poses against the door frame. “Are you okay?” is the first thing out of his mouth as he eyes her back from where he stands. It’s apparent that someone is wrong. The boundaries that most people have seem to not be applicable when it comes to either of them. He squints his eyes before looking around the room. Her purse is in shambles, her room not organized the way he’s used to. Pushing off the door frame he walks in her direction. He realizes he hasn’t seen her face yet. The need to see her overtakes everything else. “What’s wrong with you?” He’s already reaching a hand out to take a hold of her arm before he’s spinning her around. His face turns hot when his brown orbs land on her features.

“What the fuck happened to your face?”

#para: longnights&lonelyhearts #c:haydenreeds

Long Nights & Lonely Hearts || Hunter & Hayden

“Hayden, you here?” Hunter enters the apartment he’s all too familiar with cautiously. The door was open when he arrived and he knows Hayden never leaves her door open. “Hay?” he calls again as he ventures further into the apartment. He’d wanted to surprise her with flowers and dinner. It was a thank you for the other night, a kind of thank you for dealing with his shit. God, cause there was so much of it. Seeing no sign of her in the living room, he walks to the kitchen to rest the contents in his hands on the counter. “Where are you?” he mumbles to himself moving towards her bedroom.

#para: longnights&lonelyhearts #c:haydenreeds

Lover ; My Heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue [ Hunter ]

Hayden scoffed at the faux feeling that rumbled through her. She turned away from the gaunt looking stranger that stared back at her. Sucking a deep breath, she peeled off the robe and allowed it to fall to her feet. Hayden drifted through the dead space of her apartment and flipped up the latch, a subtle signal for the dangerous man on the other side of the door.

Hunter's had longer days than today, more devastating days than today but for some odd reason today has seemed the most traitorous of them all. From his client walking out on him to Daphne throwing in his face that he's never home, it all irked him to no end. And maybe showing up to a woman's apartment in the middle of the night, that wasn't his wife wasn't exactly the right thing to do but Hunter was all out of right things to do. He didn't hesitate on taking her into his arms and pressing a long, languid kiss to her lips. "Hi," he manages against her lips kicking the door shut behind him. He probably tastes of bourbon and whiskey but his tongue is too numb to know. Moving his rough hands down her back he palms her ass and hoists her up until her back is pressed against the door. Who needs a bed?

#para:myhearthasbeenburrowedandyourshasbeenblue #c:haydenreeds