CHAPTER THREE

Immediately Margie opened the door to let me in, she jumped on me and tackled me to the ground.

“Argh!” I yelled as I hit the ground with a thud, she got on top of me and pinned me down.

“Get off me you psychotic bitch.” I yelled.

She hissed but she didn't budge. Not even a little.

“Where the hell have you been? Didn't you see my calls? I was beginning to feel guilty for dragging you to the club with me.” She yelled.

I scoffed, “Yeah, you should be!” I scolded her, “Now, get off me!”

“Not a chance. Start talking or you're never getting off this floor! What the hell happened? I was starting to think you got kidnapped or something.”

I struggled against her but I was tired, I had a slight hangover and well…Margie was stronger than me.

That sucked. I gave up after trying without success to get her off me.

“Well, I had the most insane night. My mom is going to die again in her grave if she heard."

Margie gasped and that was enough to get her off me. She sprang to her feet and sat on the bed, her eyes wide and fixed on me, a mischievous grin on her face.

“Oh my God! Did you finally get laid, Brit!”

I groaned as I got to my feet and took off my shoes and flung them aside and then I got out of my clothes.

Before I could talk again, her eyes latched onto somewhere around my neck and she ran towards me, her eyes twinkling.

“Ugh, hold that thought bitch. I see the evidence right here. That's some big ass hickey! Tell me you got his number!” She yelled as her breath fanned my neck.

I scoffed and pushed her away, my cheeks burning. I scrambled to the mirror and I gasped when I saw several hickeys sitting pretty on my neck.

Damn, was he some kind of animal? Or did he just have a thing for hickeys?

Maybe it was a mark thing for him…like, hey you're mine now. The thought made me smile as I recalled how hard his hands gripped me and how good he had felt.

Margie squealed and a pillow hit the back of my head.

“Girl, it must have been some fuck if you're standing there looking all…giddy! Bitch, give me deets already.” She whined.

I turned to her and threw the pillow back at her with a laugh.

“Fuck off, Margie. I'll have a bath first.” I told her and I paid her no attention as I walked into the bathroom and she rambled on.

I told her everything as soon as I was done taking a shower and putting on my clothes.

Thankfully I didn't have to work until later today.

“So you don't even know who he is!” She exclaimed in an alarmed voice.

I shrugged.

“Maybe your virgin pussy turned him off.” She said thoughtfully.

I snickered and hit her with a pillow.

“You're a bitch. Whatever. Maybe it's a good thing. What would he think of me? That I went around fucking strangers in clubs?”

Margie rolled her eyes.

“Don't be a prude, Brit. You finally got laid. Don't say I didn't do anything for you.”

I gave her a look. Really?

“Anyway…Bryan is getting married.” She announced.

My mood soured the moment I heard that name.

Bryan. My stupid ex. The one who cheated on me on our anniversary. I was going to surprise him by finally giving him my virginity, only to find his face buried in his secretary's pussy.

It was the last straw. I left New York without looking back. He was the only reason I stayed so long.

My aunt didn't like me and my parents have been dead for a long time.

After that, I concluded no guy deserved getting my virginity, and Margie had spent every day since then trying to convince me otherwise.

Guess she finally succeeded. I had a freaking one night stand. But it was better it had been some stranger than Bryan.

It hasn't even been up to a year yet. The stupid bastard.

“Why would you mention that loser's name? Ugh. I hope he burns with his new bride or something.” I murmured.

She grinned mischievously.

“I was thinking you should go! Show up looking sexy. Let him know what he missed. Who knows? You could find some other hottie.”

Oh oh. God no. Once Margie got any kind of idea in her head, you couldn't convince her it was a bad idea.

I wasn't going to be getting out of this. No matter what I said, she would drag me to that party.

I collapsed on my bed, “Fine, whatever Margie.”

She gasped and jumped on top of me.

“Hey!” I yelled and pushed her off me and she stared doubtfully at me as she lay beside me, while laying on her side, one elbow propped under her head.

“Really?” She asked.

I rolled my eyes.

“It's not like you're going to give me a choice.” I murmured.

“No, I totally wouldn't bug you if you said you didn't want to go.” She said,

I turned to her with a surprised look.

“Really?” I asked. She grinned.

“No.” I groaned and hit her with a pillow. “You're such an ass.”

But as Bryan's wedding got closer, I started to buy in more to Margie's idea, especially after I thought about all the energy I wasted on our relationship and the sacrifices.

Sorry to whoever Bryan's new wife was, but we were so crashing that party.

Margie – the bitch – didn't mention Bryan was getting married in New York until the last minute.

Well, it made sense since that was where Bryan's company was but I never would have agreed if it meant going back to the city where I had so many bad memories.

And it turned out to be worse than I thought. New York was about to get a whole lot darker for me.