Pregnant by My Enemy's Fiancé

wn. Honestly, I

. Like today, when I was practically skipping through JFK with a carry-on stuffed full of overpri

ower was only half as thrilling as being in his arms. Pathetic, I know. But love m

s tousled just enough to look effortless (thanks to dry shampoo and airport humidity), red lipstick still intact despite the

s. Like the heroine i

a damn romance, it'

my assistant Callie told him I was coming home early? She's sweet but she has a mouth like a leaky faucet and zero concept of a surprise. I make a m

re him running toward me in slow motion like some kind of cheesy Hallmark movie; me, in

tep

oo quiet. No music, no TV

mpagne on the kitchen counter. The expensive o

e glasses beside it are sti

aybe this is the start of some

, and set my bag down next to

en I h

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e conversation with Siri? Or-God, please no, maybe he's just giving himse

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tally stepped on Callie's foot

llway. The sound is co

a is hanging o

d looks like it was bought from the clearance bin of a stripper conv

e... horrifyingly silent

an, this one high-pitched, breathy,

s I walk toward my own bedroom. The door's half open. I

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randma left me money to buy after she died. That mattress still had

d skank, going at it like this was a

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e gasps. I s

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. My mouth opens, b

always been

rst coherent

red raccoon caught digging through garbage

cover her boobs with a pillow l

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. I've never understood that phrase until now,

this isn't what

damn Egyptian cotton, smirki

rabbing the nearest object, which happens to be a

th a satisf

ngled in my sheets, lifts

Hell

eam, grabbing the half-empty champagne bottle an

rs, pants around his ankles,

now, mascara streaking down my face. "And you!" I whirl toward her, pointing. "What kind of ba

t a mild inconvenience. "He said you were taking a break. And

g inside

lu

like a banshee and throw more shit. My jewelry tray. A lamp. A fra

ntly my neighbors called the fro

s, he's still half-naked and trying to explain, and she's go

low and deadly. "Out of my apartm

alf-dressed, half-yell

them, lock it, and slid

best friend/ass

able to breathe. "We're going to the bar. I ne