Accidentally Pregnant For My Best Friend's Fiancé

BREE

My boss is the offspring of Satan.

I'm pretty sure he's plotting world domination from behind his mahogany desk, because tell me why he never stops working?

It was a Friday evening, and everyone should have gotten off work early. I was still planning to stop over at the store to get an anniversary gift for my boyfriend when he suddenly told me to book the earliest flight to Mount Whitney.

Worst of all, I had to go with him.

Anniversary plans cancelled. Weekend staycation with my boyfriend cancelled.

"But sir, I already told you I'll be leaving early tomorrow," I pointed out, hoping to the heavens that he would change his mind. I already sent him the email since the beginning of the week. The plan had been to take the day off, but he insisted on my coming in for half a day, but it was already feeling like that would become the whole weekend.

I was only his personal assistant for goodness sake, not his lifeline.

He raised his brows while typing fast on his laptop. "Well, as you can see, we have an emergency to tend to."

"But I told you I have an emergency today too."

He looked away from his laptop this time and clasped his hand, his eyes boring into my soul.

"Does this emergency involve death? Is someone dying?"

I swallowed before shaking my head.

"Great. Get the car ready. We are going to Mount Whitney together," he ordered, leaving no room for arguments.

Gosh! I hate the man. He has never made things easy for me at all. Ever since I started working here two years ago, it was as if I sold my life to my devil.

I shouldn't have persevered. When others warned him that he was the devil's spawn and all his secretaries would leave in less than two weeks, I should have run for my life. But here I am, trying to fight for a day off after working all day in the year.

While my boss conversed with the investors a few hours later, I excused myself, pretending like I needed to use the toilet, which I was sure would still earn me some scolding later on, but I needed to talk to my boyfriend.

We hadn't talked the whole day. I was expecting him to surprise me with some gifts at work, but nothing came in, so I was banking on being surprised that evening, but my shitty boss just had to ruin the whole thing.

Now we were stuck together in Mount Whitney till the next day.

Worst of all, in the same room.

When I told him only one room was available, he wasn't even bothered at all. I even tried to convince him to go to another hotel, but he had insisted on staying in the same hotel as the investors.

Once I stepped into the bathroom, I placed a call to Ron, but he didn't pick up. I tried his number several times after that, yet it felt like he had just dropped his phone somewhere.

As I made my way out of the restroom, my phone buzzed in my hand. Ron's name appeared on the screen, and a small smile curved out of my lips. I was almost getting worried, wondering if something was going on since the last time we talked was last night. He didn't even receive the messages I struggled to send in the morning before my crazy boss started blasting my phone.

As I opened the message, the phone almost slipped out of my hands. My last impulse had only held it back. The smile that had been widening when I clicked on Ron's face disappeared immediately. My stomach twisted into knots as I read the message.

Actually, there was nothing to read. It was a video. A video of my boyfriend and another lady. It was obvious hr didn't mean to send the video to me. There was no way he would send such a horrible thing to me.

Another lady was on her knees, giving him a blow job. His hand grabbed a fistful of her hair while he fucked her mouth.

I was still watching the video when it suddenly disappeared. He must have noticed he sent it to the wrong person, but I wasn't going to act like I didn't see it. Good thing I hadn't returned to my boss, I would have missed the video, while still being worried. To think he hadn't contacted me all morning.

"Are you cheating on me?" I screamed into the phone, my breath ragged. Everything about Mount Whitney disappeared from my brain; all I could think about was getting answers from my boyfriend or maybe soon-to-be ex-boyfriend.

"Bree...calm down," he stuttered from the other end, his voice shaking. It was almost sounding like the girl still had her mouth wrapped around his dick. I didn't want to imagine the image, but there was no way it would leave anytime soon.

"Did you even remember today is our anniversary?" I asked in frustration while trying so hard to lower my voice.

"Oh...really, I'll..."

I shut my eyes tightly. This wasn't happening. Ron wouldn't do this to me.

"Bree," his voice broke into my thoughts, and I swallowed.

"What explanation do you have?"

"I shouldn't have sent that video to you, I'm sorry."

I let out a scoff. "You're only sorry because you sent the video to me? You're not sorry because you cheated on me? Ron, you forgot about our anniversary, and you're busy fucking around." My voice rose. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"You," he snapped.

I blinked.

"Did you really think I'll stay with you? Bree, you don't know how to do anything. You're not good in bed. You're a fucking amateur. You're just a stupid prude. I've heard enough of you. I can't keep waiting for when a grown adult will eventually learn to have sex, and from the look of things, I doubt that'll ever happen. Go fuck yourself! I'm done with you."

The call disconnected before I could even utter a word. Not like I could even bring myself to say anything. I'd been so stunned that I remained rooted to my spot for quite a long time, trying so hard not to cry. Everything blurred around me.

After a while, I forced myself to walk out of the restroom, but my legs wouldn't stop shaking. I needed something to calm me down, and going to my boss was not that.

So, I stopped at the bar.