Oh Fuck

I had spent the entire night wondering who the hell had called Enzo baby.

And I hated that I cared.

It wasn’t my business.

Enzo wasn’t my boyfriend.

Hell, he was my fiancé’s cousin.

So why the fuck had the sound of another woman calling him baby bothered me so much?

I shrugged as I got off bed.

I don’t care, I told myself.

A knock sounded on my door.

I walked over and opened it, only to find Enzo standing on the other side.

“I came to tell you I’m leaving,” he said.

“Leaving? Luca asked you to stay with me.”

“We’re holding a celebration for my team’s win. I need to go put some things together. I’ll be back.”

“No!” I blurted.

He stared at me in confusion.

“I mean… I can’t stay here alone.”

His eyebrows lifted. “You’ve been sitting alone. What changed?”

“Just take me with you, please,” I grumbled. “Don’t leave me alone.”

“No.”

He turned to walk away.

“Is this because of your girlfriend?” I blurted.

The fuck, Sofia?

Enzo stopped and slowly looked back at me.

“What does coming with me have to do with that?”

“I don’t know. Maybe she gets jealous.”

He stared at me like I’d lost my mind.

“You’re so dumb. The whole of New York knows you’re my cousin’s fiancée.”

I looked down, suddenly embarrassed.

He had a point.

“I haven’t been to a party since I got engaged to Luca,” I said, softening my voice.

When I looked back up, his expression had softened.

Just for a second.

Then it disappeared.

He sighed. “You’re staying here.”

“I guess this is my life now.” I forced a sad smile.

I was about to close the door when he spoke.

“Get ready by 8 p.m.”

My eyes widened.

I wanted to say thank you, but he was already walking toward the stairs.

I couldn’t stop myself from smiling.

    “Holy shit,” I muttered as I stared at the building.

Enzo glanced at me.

“What?”

“I thought it was supposed to be a small party with your teammates.”

He gave me a look. “What did you expect?”

“I don’t know. A few people sitting around eating.”

He snorted. “We aren’t just any basketball players.”

Right. It’s the fucking NBA. 

Together, we walked inside after Enzo showed his ID to the guard.

There were so many people inside. this looked like a damn club.

I was actually glad.

Maybe I could make some female friends.

I smiled.

One of Enzo’s teammates came barreling toward us, laughing as he slapped Enzo on the shoulder.

I recognized him.

Marcus.

“Man, grab some drinks! Beating those guys wasn’t on my bingo card!” he shouted over the music as he grabbed a drink from a passing waiter and handed it to Enzo.

“You should believe in us more,” Enzo remarked.

“Those fuckers have been kicking our asses every season,” Marcus laughed.

Then he glanced at me.

“The fuck, man? Isn’t that your cousin’s fiancée? One would think you’re the one engaged to her.”

Enzo suddenly looked like he regretted bringing me.

“You’ve had too many drinks,” Enzo replied.

“Whatever, man. Come on. Let’s go be with the team.”

“Go sit at the bar,” Enzo told me. “And don’t talk to anyone.”

Then he followed Marcus toward the rest of his teammates.

I took a drink from a waiter and sat at the bar while I watched Enzo and his teammates chat.

I looked around.

Some girls were dancing, while others seemed more interested in the NBA players than actually enjoying the party. A few were even sitting around Enzo and his teammates.

I rolled my eyes.

Enzo turned to look at where I was sitting. When he saw I was actually sitting down, he turned back.

A few minutes later, a group of dancers came onto the floor.

Everyone cheered.

I looked at Enzo, and the fucker was smiling.

I took a sip of my drink.

The dancers performed and the crowd cheered.

I took another drink.

Then one of them headed toward where Enzo and his teammates were sitting.

My fingers tightened around my glass when I saw her stop beside Enzo.

His teammates started teasing him.

Why was that annoying me?

Enzo didn't exactly look bothered. Asshole. 

I thought he had a girlfriend.

He's a cheat just like Luca.

I took another drink.

“Girl, slow down.” Someone told me. 

I ignored whoever said it. My eyes were fixed on Enzo.

Every one of his teammates seemed to be having the time of their lives.

I came here to have fun, not to watch this.

So would I.

I joined the girls dancing.

For once, I wasn't going to think about Luca.

Or Enzo.

Or the stupid marriage contract.

I was just going to have fun.

I let myself loose in the music.

It felt nice.

“Nice dress!” the girl dancing opposite me yelled over the music.

“Thank you!” I screamed back.

“Girl, you've caught a fish!” she shouted, looking behind me.

I turned around, and it was Marcus.

“Dance with me?” he asked.

I held up my hand, showing him my engagement ring.

“Your fiancé isn't here,” he said.

“Well, his cousin is,” I said.

“It's just a dance,” he replied.

I glanced toward Enzo.

He was still occupied.

Oh, fuck him.

I accepted Marcus’s request and he smiled.

“Why aren’t you with your teammates?” I asked. 

“because you caught my attention,” he replied. 

“My fiancé would be angry if he finds out.”

“He won’t. Phones aren’t allowed in, unless a little bird tells,” he said, looking towards Enzo. 

I agreed and we danced together, things was starting to go too far. One moment, I was rocking against him. Next, we kissed.

I barely had time to process what I’d done before Marcus was pulled away from me by an angry Enzo.

His eyes looked like they could kill Marcus and then he slowly turned to me.

Oh, fuck. I am dead.