Page 51 of Pregnancy Scandal
“Get out.” I wouldn’t normally speak to a woman in that way, but she asked for it.
“What? Gilly, stop this. You should join me.” She cooed.
“Giselle, you stop this. I told you we’re done, and you mess everything up for me with Abby. I saw you on the bridge by the docks. You saw us, saw we were together, and you set out to fuck with me. What the hell is wrong with you?”
She slipped off the bed, wrapped the sheet around herself, and marched over to me.
“Clearly, I’m trying to make you see I want you back. Gilly, you and I made sense.”
“Don’t talk that bullshit to me, Giselle. You got with me after I made a name for myself with The Centaurs. You left me and jumped to the next rich guy, and the next. Now you’re back, and you want to be with me because of my fame and recognition from the Super Bowl.” That was the plain truth.
“Gilly, you talk like you expect to have this candy-coated lifestyle. You can’t do better than me.”
“I have!” I yelled, stunning her.
She laughed. “You mean the pampered princess of a best friend? Please, surely, that must have been some sort of act of curiosity. We made sense. We were the power couple. Imagine us together again.” She reached for me, but I stepped back.
“It’s not going to happen. Fucking hell, Giselle, this is the last time I tell you it’s done. I mean it. Don’t cross me again. Don’t do it.” I bared my teeth. I couldn’t believe the craziness of this.
She seemed to get the message because her eyes darkened with fury. “You think you can just dismiss me? Just like that?”
“I just did.”
“Well, wow, you certainly grew a pair of balls.” She moved away from me and walked over to the chair by the bedside to pick up her clothes. She grabbed them and moved past me but stopped just before she was about to go down the stairs and looked at me like she’d just remembered something. “By the way, Abby says hi.”
My blood ran cold. “What do you mean?”
“She came by earlier. I tried to take a message, but she didn’t leave one. Told her I’d let you know she sends her regards. You should have seen her face when she looked me over wearing nothing but your shirt. I’m so glad I can think on my feet. When she pulled up outside, I knew exactly what would get rid of her.”
If she were a guy, I would have decked her. To sate the rage that roiled through my being I balled my fists and held them at my side. “Giselle, don’t look for me again. Get out of my house and my life.”
She looked like she wanted to throw some smart comeback at me but withheld.
She continued down the stairs, and I watched her. I watched in rage and disbelief.
A heavy sigh left my lips when I heard the front door close. My shoulders slumped with the weight of the fucking world as the realization of the new situation hit me. It hit me hard and weakened my soul with that helplessness I always hated.
That was it. She’d ruined me. Abby had only suspected I’d get back together with Giselle. If all that Giselle said happened, there wouldn’t be any conclusion to form. She’d think I slept with Giselle.
I bit down hard on my lip and breathed out a sigh of pure frustration.
I’d lost her. I’d lost her now, and I wouldn’t know what to say to get her back.
I reached for my phone in my back pocket to check if there were any messages, but what I saw were five missed calls from Mia.
Five missed calls I wasn’t sure why I didn’t get. Maybe my time in the woods had thrown the signal.
In panic, I called her back, and she answered straightaway.
“Mia, hey, I’m sorry I missed your calls.”
“Gilly, Abby’s in the hospital.” She said in a rush.
I was out the door before she could say another word. This was just like when we were eighteen.
I got a call back then too.
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