I tense when Matt stops right in front of the car. He's always been impulsive, so I'm sure he'd rather die than have some strange guy drive off with me.
I turn to look at the stranger, noting that his hands are so tight on the steering wheel that his knuckles are turning white. His jaw is set, and his eyes are half narrowed at hubby dearest.
He seems to be thoroughly pissed, and I have no idea why.
I mean, he doesn't even know who I am.
"He's not going to move." I manage to mumble despite the guttural ache in my throat.
He cocks an eyebrow.
"Wanna bet?"
"Um-"
He cuts me off.
"Don't. You'll lose."
Then he opens the door and steps out.
Matt squares his shoulders as he looks at the new guy up and down. He seems to be set to attack him, and I hold my breath, hoping that there won't be a big scene than the one we've already caused.
I wince when Matt swings his fist. I almost close my eyes as I anticipate it to land on the new guy's face, but he grabs the wayward arm at the very last second.
He raises an eyebrow at Matt, then he twists his fucking hand.
My heart pounds.
Hell yeah!!
"Let me go, asshole!" Matt hisses. "And leave my wife the fuck alone!"
He tries to yank his hand out of his grip and the guy looks at him, the raised eyebrow still perfectly in place daring him to do it if he is strong enough.
"The name is Enzo, and if you ever swing at me again, that will be the last time you'll brag about having hands." He smirks at him. "Now step away from the road, and go sulk elsewhere." And he let go of Matt's hand, pushing him out of the road.
"Who do you think you are? You can't just show up here and take my wife."
The audacity!
He has it in him to refer me as his wife?
"Can't I? Step away. I don't mind hurting you, but I'm not sure your wife shares the same sentiments. Plus, I'm sure you don't want me to humiliate you in her presence."
"I want to talk to her!"
"She couldn't have pleaded with me to get her out of here if she wanted to talk."
Matt turns to look at me, defeated. And I almost forget the ache in my heart when he steps away.
Looks like the son of a bitch finally met his match.
Enzo walks back into the car and bangs the door behind him. He glances at my distressed face, then he shakes his head before he pulls smoothly into the road.
I lie back and close my eyes.
I want to forget everything. I want to forget that Matt cheated on me with Wendy. I want to forget that she is actually pregnant for him but it is so fucking hard because her words keep echoing in my head.
And I think I am gonna lose it. I feel like every part of my body is aching and there is nothing I can do about it.
I wish I can just turn it off even if it's for a single day. I just want to go through today without the pain, the aches.
My head is aching terribly and I can feel it spinning.
And I have a heartache that won't go away. Like someone just stabbed my heart with a dagger, it feels like a blade is been twisted inside my broken heart.
I am bleeding, and I have thousands of emotions surging through me.
I feel like a thousand bricks are falling all around me, crushing me, suffocating me, killing me.
I'm a mess.
And I have Matt to thank for that.
At the moment am not sure what I feel, but I loathe him. I hate Matt with every fiber in me. That son of satan cheated on me.
He fucking cheated on me with Wendy. I mean, Wendy of all the people.
I feel insulted.
And the fact that he slept with her a few days before he proposed disgusts me.
I loved him. I fucking loved him and I was utterly happy the night he proposed to me. God knows I didn't sleep that night, literally.
I didn't even blink before I said yes, I had no idea that I was making a fool out of myself. That my dearest boyfriend had already decided the fate for the both of us.
To be honest, I don't understand why he cheated on me. Our sex life was good, our relationship was so sweet.
Or at least that's what I thought.
I finally had the grand wedding that I have always wanted but it didn't end as I anticipated.
I should be holding hands with my husband right now, but instead, I am in a stranger's car going only God knows where.
I should be dancing and celebrating with my friends and family but thanks to Matt it ain't going to happen.
I should be flaunting my wedding ring but I don't have it anymore.
I thought this would be the best day of my life but it's officially the worst day of my life.
I hate Matthew Bryant and I curse the day that I met him.
***
"Talking helps lighten the burden."
Enzo's deep voice snaps me back from my trance and I take a sharp intake of breath.
"I don't think I am ready to talk."
My voice is hoarse and I sound so broken.
I am broken.
"Okay, what do you want to do? Thinking about him will only break you."
I slowly open my eyes and I catch him staring at me through the rearview mirror but he takes his eyes back to the road almost immediately.
"Kill the bitch and frame Matt for it."
I don't even have to think twice. I desperately want them gone.
"Whoa. That's murder and you can get a death penalty." He says dramatically, faking a shocked expression.
"I am aware, and you totally missed out on the last part." I have an evil smirk on my face. "Plus I watched how to get away with murder a few weeks ago."
"That is not an option at the moment. Anything else you want to do?"
"Drink, cry, shout!"
I want to get drunk and tell the fucking world that I fucking hate Matthew fucking Bryant.
"I don't have a cold drink at the moment but this should suffice."
He hands me a bottle of distilled water and I shake my head.
No fucking way!
"I meant something alcoholic not some holy water." He smiles at me.
"I know exactly what you want but water will help you relax."
"No thanks."
He tosses the bottle of water on my laps anyway and he prods me to take a gulp.
"Slow down, will you? It will be so sad if you die on your wedding day." He warns as I empty the bottle of water in a minute.
"There, it didn't work," I say, tossing the empty bottle on his laps.
"I guess this will."
I heave a sigh of relief when he rolls the windows down and I savor the feeling of the cold breeze hitting my face. I shut my eyes and l lean back.
Just what I needed.
"So?" He asks me.
"So?" I ask rudely, and he raises a single eyebrow at me.
"You realize that you are in a strangers car, right?" He asks, raising his eyebrow incredibly higher. "I would be polite if I were you." He adds as he turns to the left.
And it suddenly hit me.
I don't know him, and I don't know where he is taking me.
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
"I should go take a shower," I say, a nervous smile forming on my lips, and Enzo steps back without saying a single word.I hold my loosely strapped gown up, lest it falls as I walk to the bedroom and I swear I can feel Enzo's eyes drilling small holes on my back.I release a breath that I wasn't aware I was holding when I step in the room, closing the door behind me and I let my gown fall carelessly around my feet.I am in a white backless corset and a pink lacey garter belt lingerie that I had worn under my wedding dress.Ooh, and I am still in my six inches pair of heels.I did put on so much effort to look sexy for Matt but it was all for naughts.I just wasted my precious time to please an asshole that doesn't ev
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.
CHAPTER 7My left arm goes automatically around Enzo the minute he lies on the bed next to me and he sucks in a deep breath.My hand moves on its own accord, fingertips brushing along the contours and the ridges of his well-sculpted chest, and I can feel the vibrant power emanating from the muscles beneath it.I pause my movement for a second to feel the throb of his heart and its beating furiously, at an insane speed.I slowly run my fingers down to his abbs and when I try to get into his pants he quickly holds my hand captive with a single hand and he brings it to rest on his chest.I try to pry from his tight grip but I end up wincing in pain.Dude is strong as fuck.I give up and I decide to use my tongue instead, he wi
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
"You will fucking pay for this, mother fucker!" Matt shouts, bumping the locked door from the outside.The sound of his voice makes me so sick and so disgusted."You should leave, sir." A guy I assume to be the bodyguard tells Matt politely."I will make you pay for humiliating me."Poor guy. He is such a wuss.I would never have the guts to face my wife if anyone humiliated me that way in her presence."I am so scared," Enzo says, not too loud and I chuckle."You should come with me!" The guy orders Matt."Don't you fucking touch me, I can find my way out." He shouts at him. "I am Matthew fucking Bryant and no one messes with a Bryant....." His voice drifts away and I heave a sigh of relief."So a Bryant is allowed to mess with anyone but not the other way round?"
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
"I can't lose them, dad," I sob, shaking my head continuously. "I can't lose anyone else, granny died last month, and I don't want them to die on me too." My voice is shaky, doleful and so frail.God! I feel so broken, so fucking low, so overwhelmed, and I am so desperate for a miracle at the moment."You are not going to lose them, no one is going to die, love." He says, squeezing me incredibly closer and I wrap my arms around his neck, clinging to him so tight.It's been a pretty rough weekend for me and being enclosed in my dad's protective arms feels so good.This sense of security and love makes me feel so warm and safe.His embrace is my temporary haven."I am so broken, and if I lose mom or Kelly-""It is going to be fine, I assure you," Dad tells me and I smile despite everything.He is trying so har