So, since you’re looking for ideas... What about an argument that breaks out between one of Maurice’s characters (your choice because I seriously can’t choose) and another character, and then the reader tries to break it up and she may or may not be successful. Could be a one shot or even something leading up to it to make it longer ☺️
So for this ask... we are going to throw a lot of timeline and story details out the window. Just buckle up and enjoy this ride.
You had been dating Kevin for almost 2 years when you had taken the assignment to Colombia. It was serious enough that you shared an apartment and you loved him, you honestly did, but you also loved your career with the DEA. You both knew that time apart like this was always going to be an eventuality with your jobs but that didn’t make actually being apart any easier.
At first, you both took the distance in stride. You spent late nights on the phone, filling each other in on your days and planning ways that you could fit in trips to visit. He sent care packages with your favorite things from home and you sent him touristy little gifts that he loved. Then you got more and more involved with the drug war here in Colombia and gradually the calls became more spaced out, your job here taking up so much of your life that everything else got pushed to the backburner.
Kevin was a good man, a great one even, but he could be a sensitive man too. You had always known this and in many ways you loved that about him. What you didn’t love was the edge that his voice took on the first time he heard your partner Javier speaking in the background when he had called you during a late night work session at your apartment. And you especially didn’t love the accusations that started after that. It was ugly and the feelings that it caused were equally ugly.
Slowly over the next few months, your work life became chaos and your relationship with Kevin completely crumbled. When you finally ended things, you told him to put your stuff into storage and to stop contacting you. It had hurt but in a way it was a relief too, the work you were completing here was important and you couldn’t afford to be distracted.
A few months after the break up Javier was determined to get you to stop moping and invited you out to drinks with some friends from the Colombian National Police. You had met Major Horacio Carrillo and your life had become a whole lot more complicated.
The sex with Kevin had often been slow and sweet, he was a passionate man and made you feel loved with his every touch. The sex with Horacio though? Mind blowing. The man knew what he wanted and somehow intuitively knew exactly what you wanted as well. He was intense in all aspects of his life and what started as a rebound fling for you quickly became something far more serious.
You had heard the rumors around the office that a new agent was being stationed here but when Kevin had walked through the doors this morning, you had spit your coffee back into your cup mid sip in surprise. He kept things professional but somehow you knew that his being here was anything but. When you worked together all week without him ever trying to bring up your not so distant break up though, you thought maybe you were just being paranoid.
What you hadn’t anticipated was the knock on your apartment door on Friday night while you were making dinner for Horacio. He had made the drive from Medellin to surprise you and you were happy to have him close after such a trying week. At the unexpected knock, his protective side had shown when you had made to move away from the counter and he had insisted on opening the door.
“Can I help you?” He had asked the person standing on the other side of the door and you had almost sliced through your finger when it registered that Kevin was standing in your hallway holding flowers.
For a moment, a tense silence reigns before you watch in horror as Kevin’s face becomes angry.
“I don’t know who YOU are but no you can’t, I didn’t come here to speak to you.”
He locks eyes with you inside the apartment as you move away from the counter, coming up behind Horacio’s tense form and placing a hand on his back.
“Look Kevin, maybe this isn’t a good time to talk. If there’s anything you need to discuss I’m sure we can do it in the office on Monday” you say evenly, trying to diffuse the situation and keep things professional.
He rolls his eyes and tosses the flowers down at your feet then, losing his temper at your response.
“So this is why you left me?” he says incredulously while looking Horacio up and down. “Tell me, were you fucking him the whole time or just when you assured me you were ‘busy’ with work?”
Horacio’s muscles harden beneath your hand and you feel him step forward.
He stares down his nose at Kevin as he backs him away from the doorway and further into the hall.
“I believe she has already told you that you can speak to her on Monday ‘Kevin’” he says in a commanding tone, leaving no doubts about who is in charge in this situation.
When Kevin keeps speaking you are surprised by the anger in his words, his raw pain still evident as he spouts at you over Horacio’s shoulder. When the word whore flies out of his mouth, you should have seen Horacio’s reaction coming a mile off, but you still watch in horror as his fist connects with Kevin’s face.
The fight that happens in the hallway as you try to pull Horacio away from Kevin in vein, draws the attention of most of the building. Javier eventually ends it and tells Kevin he ‘better start packing his fucking bags’ because he will ‘personally make sure he is on a plane home for this shit’.
When all is said and done, you are thoroughly mortified to have had two men fighting over you like cavemen while your coworkers and neighbors watch and you definitely aren’t looking forward to the paperwork that is bound to come your way because of this.
As you ice a bruise on Horacio’s cheek that night though, you drop a kiss onto his brow and murmur a thank you for defending your honor. Kevin may be your past, but you are sure that this is your future.
