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"What?" Some people ask in utter shock while others just gasp in disbelief.But I just stand there...numb.This is a fucking joke!Wendy is his brother's girlfriend and there's no way Matt had sex with her, she can't be pregnant with his child. No fucking way.  I mean, Matt is the most faithful guy I know and this can't be true. He couldn't have slept with his brother's girlfriend. He is decent than that. Plus Wendy is a bitch, not his type. I know Matt's type. The collected, responsible, sensible type and Wendy is the complete opposite of that. She is your typical impulsive bitch. So this is nothing but a very ugly prank and she sucks at it. I look at her and I almost gag. I knew there was a reason I didn't like her from the very first time I set my eyes on

I grudgingly open my eyes when Enzo stops the car thirty minutes later and I glance outside. We are in the parking lots, outside a very grand and posh hotel. I can't read the name from here but I can tell it is a five-star hotel.I glance at the rearview mirror and for the second time, I catch him staring at me but I am the one who looks away this time. "How are you feeling?" I can still feel his eyes on me and he sounds so very concerned about me. I guess pity is the word. He pities me? I pity myself too. "Like a pile of trash." I give him an honest answer. "Ooh. And very furious." Matt cheated on me but he still went ahead and propos

It is not yet 8:00 pm but the place is almost packed. A few people are on the dance floor dancing to Camp Mulla's 'Party Don't Stop' but the majority are on the tables busy enjoying their drinks. There are a few empty tables but Enzo takes me straight to the bar and he pulls a barstool for me like the gentleman that he is. He proceeds to sit next to me and I roam my eyes around as he summons the barmaid. "What is your favorite drink?" He asks, placing his car key and his phone on the counter. I don't even waste a beat. "Henny." I fucking love Hennessey! Matt introduced me to Henny on our very first date and I swear it was love at first shot. 

He doesn't have the decency to ask if he can come inside. He just walks past me like he owns the entire place, leaving me at the doorstep. I feel the adrenaline surging through me and I am literally shaking with rage. My fists clenching and unclenching, so ready to punch something. My nostrils are flaring, my breaths rapid and my jaw is so set.I am trying really hard to bridle my temper right now and believe me, it is taking every ounce of myself control. I just want to pounce on his neck and choke the life out of him. I am so fucking tempted and I am afraid if I turn to look at him I won't have it in me to stop.Where in hell did he get the audacity to show up in my hotel room even after the pain that he has caused me?Not that it would have changed anything, but he should have at least given me time to heal. The wound is still fresh and so

I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling for a transient minute, then I train my eyes to my raised legs. I am lying on the cold marble floor half-naked, my legs are elevated above the heart's level using a few throw pillows and nanny is kneeling beside me.What the hell happened?"Thank God you are awake. I was going to dial 911." She tells me, placing her right hand on my forehead to feel my body temperature like I am suddenly two. "You gave me quite a scare." And she looks every bit of it. Scared, appalled, and shell-shocked. I shut my eyes tight to try and remember anything, something... Enzo dropped me a few minutes ago, I walked in the house and nanny helped me with the shopping bag and then everything else blurs. "What happened?" My voice is a hoarse weak whisper. I feel so confused and