7. You're Trending

I open my eyes, frowning at the bright lights from the unfamiliar looking window.

Where am I? The question comes as I jerk to sit, looking around the small room with wide eyes. I hear noise from outside and I step out, feeling thankful and a bit relieved that I'm still wearing my outfit from last night.

My head bangs from the hangover as I quite remember little things from last night but I can't seem to remember past seeing Oliver. The shock was something else and I still shiver just remembering it.

"Stop it," I pause when I hear a giggle and a man's soft whisper, feeling a bit nervous as I step into the kitchen to see a man hugging a woman from behind. He's swaying her gently and pestering kisses on her neck.

The sight warms my heart as I get flashes of Oliver hugging me from behind once in a while. The deal was not to fall in love but to pretend to be in love.

"Fake it till it looks real, Miss. Hoffman," he would often say whenever I get startled by his sudden hugs, kisses and PDA.

The couple soon notice my presence and Tania almost yelps in fright. "S-Sorry, I didn't see you there," she smiles nervously, pushing her boyfriend away from her.

I think I remember her rambling one time about being married or something. I haven't been paying attention.

"This is Patrick, my fiancée," she introduces, scratching her afro and the handsome young man steps forward, extending his hand with a smile.

"She's always talked about you," he shakes my hand, a firm grip. His blue eyes glimmer in excitement and I'm suddenly craving to dye my hair blonde.

"So does the news," I mention flatly.

"It'll pass," he encourages and glances at us both. "I'll leave you two to talk."

"Thanks," Tania says as he walks out, still feeling a bit nervous. "You look well. Do you have a hangover?"

"The size of an ocean. My head is killing me!" I groan and she quickly takes out green tea and a cup. "Have a seat. It'll be ready soon."

I pull out the stool and look around her place, it's small but cosy. It feels like a home too and I've long forgotten the comfort of warm and small spaces ever since I moved into Oliver's penthouse. It's cold on days he's on business trips and I have to navigate through that big house all by myself and play deaf as everything screams at me, saying I don't belong there.

She's sliding the tea to me and I take a drink after blowing off the steam.

"It's a good thing it's Saturday. You're in no shape to work," Tania chuckles, coming to take a seat beside me.

"Lucky," I repeat. I overdid it last night and I can't seem to get my memories back. "What happened last night?" How did I end up here and not with him?

I hear her suck in a breath and my nervousness heightens. I put down the cup and held her grimacing face.

"Girl, a lot!" she says with wide eyes before smiling. "You… really let out some steam. Burnt the whole place down."

My face pales.

"Figuratively speaking, of course," she quickly corrects. "You didn't actually burn down the whole place. Man, that'd be crazy."

I gulp as I ask, "How bad is it?"

She sighs, increasing the tension in the air. "You mean how hard you yelled in his face, asking him to go back to his fiancé and let you live your own life?"

Oh my God!

"Oliver was so shocked, he couldn't say a word. Girl, you whooped his ass and left him speechless, sent him back to his car-"

I place my hands over my face. The horror of my actions playing right before my eyes.

What have I done?

"Also," she hands over my phone. "You're trending."

I took a sharp breath as my body went rigid from the terrifying news. The weight of it dropped heavy on my back. It's never a good thing when I trend-

"For the right reasons this time," she adds with a coy smile. "Trust me."

What? After humiliating Oliver? I accept the phone with shaky hands and go on the news, my eyes going round in shock.

-'Go back to your fiancée and leave me TF alone!'- Billionaire ex-girlfriend, Rebecca Hoffman finally cries out.'

-'Oliver Wright chasing ex-girlfriend goes wrong!'

-'Playboy Oliver Wright gets engaged while still dating his girlfriend, Rebecca Hoffman'

-'Rebecca Hoffman Proves Oliver Won't Let Her Go; see footage from a pub.'

Attached to it is a video of me screaming my lungs out at a surprised Oliver. Calling him out for hurting and betraying me the way he did. I even poked his chest and sneered in his face, calling him all sorts of names.

"God!" I huff in disbelief with a hand over my hanging mouth. Oliver must be fuming right now. Fuck! I'm so dead!