Page 2 of Ruthless Secrets
I reach for yet another shot. “I’ll start.”
“Never have I ever found out that my fiancé knocked up my best friend on the morning of my wedding.”
The man’s eyes widen.
I down my glass and set it on the bar. “Yeah, it’s been the day from hell.”
When I heard stories of shit like this happening to other girls, I used to think how stupid they were. How could they not have seen the signs? Were they just too blinded by the idea of the happy ending that they were willing to look past the red flags?
And then it happened to me, and I realized how naive I was.
With my bouquet in hand and lipstick applied, my best friend and maid of honor admitted that she had been sleeping with my fiancé.
My heart shattered, and I was unable to breathe for a second. The betrayal was more than I could take.
But more than the fact that the two people I trusted and loved the most outside my family had just plunged a giant knife on my back, it was the fact that she is now also pregnant with his child that ultimately broke me.
“Shit, I’m sorry.”
I shrug. “Don’t be.”
Adam agreed not to have sex for the month leading up tothe wedding so that we could make the wedding night even more special.
Hah!
I guess my unwillingness to put out before the big day drove him right into the arms of my best friend.
So, Jess gets the happy ending, and I get the hangover from hell.
I throw back yet another shot but before I have a chance to set the empty glass down, it’s being taken out of my hand.
“I think you’ve had enough,” the man says.
“And I think you’re wrong. I’m not even drunk—” I hiccup.
The handsome stranger gives me a look that suggests I might be wrong.
I scowl at him.
He sets the shot glass down. “Are you staying at the hotel tonight?”
“Unfortunately, yes.”
The burning hole that has been left in my pocket after paying almost a month’s rent for a room for the night is yet another reminder of what this day has cost me. Like hell am I going to let it go to waste.
I guess I could finish my night off upstairs. There is a bottle of champagne and a jacuzzi bath waiting for me after all.
When I attempt to slide off my bar stool, the heel of my shoe gets caught in one of the many layers of fabric I’m wearing, and I almost fall flat on my face but thankfully, my new sexy man friend is there to catch me.
“Easy there.” His hands wrap around my waist. His big, strong, sexy man hands.
I’m so drunk.
“Stupid ass dress…” I gather up my skirt and try to ignore the voice in my head that is screaming at me to run my hands all over this man’s chest, his entire body for that matter, right here in the bar.
Tonight might have been the worst day of my life, but I really don’t want to finish it off in jail.
“I think I should walk you back to your room.” He holds out his arm for me to take.
