when we met. u/upset.
I’d never gone to a bar by myself. I always had a friend or I had Aiden. We’d been together for two years. Tonight was our anniversary, but I was alone in a bar. I should have been celebrating with him, but our plans went up in flames when I went to his apartment after getting out of work early this afternoon.
I had a key so I let myself in like I always did. I heard sounds coming from Aiden’s bedroom. When I reached the doorway, I covered my mouth with my hand as I gasped.
“Aiden?!” I was so upset that I felt my heart pounding and my fists clenching.
Aiden jumped out of bed, stark naked, leaving his bedmate behind. He walked to me and reached toward me but, I took a step back. “Tessa, I swear I didn’t plan this. Layla and I have been working together for a long time. It just… happened. I never meant to hurt you.”
“Then why didn’t you tell me? How long has this been going on?”
He opened his mouth to speak, but I lifted a hand and stopped him.
“No. Forget it. I don’t want to know.” I turned and ran out of his apartment. I heard him calling after me, but I didn’t stop. I had to get away from him.
That’s how I ended up at a bar alone.
I was staring into my glass of wine, running my finger around the rim trying to keep my tears at bay when I felt someone beside me. The only way to explain the level of gorgeous I found standing near me is to say that for a moment, I forgot why I was upset.
Our eyes connected, and he extended a hand to me. “Hi. I’m Walker.”
I took his hand. His big, warm, strong hand. “Tessa.”
“What’s wrong, love?”
“What makes you think something’s wrong?” I asked, though I was sure my mood was written all over my face.
“Just a hunch.” He waited but I didn’t say anything. “Sometimes it’s easier to talk to a stranger…”
I smiled, which surprised me. “I’m supposed to be with my boyfriend tonight. It’s our anniversary.”
“Where is he?”
“Probably still in bed with the woman I found him with this afternoon.”
“Fuck. I’m sorry.”
“Why? It’s not your fault.”
“No. But I know how you feel.”
“Yeah. The same way I felt last week. When I caught my ex in bed with another guy.”
“Why? It’s not your fault.” He teased me, tossing my own words back at me. He made me smile—again.
“Thanks, Walker. I didn’t think I’d be smiling tonight.”
He smiled, too. “Happy to help.”
I sighed. “I think I’m still in shock. I never thought Aiden would do anything like this.”
“Did you say Aiden?”
“Yes…” How could he know Aiden’s last name?
“What?” As I waited for him to answer, I had an unsettling suspicion. “Oh no… What’s your girlfriend’s name?”
“Ex-girlfriend,” he corrected me. “Layla.”
“What are the chances?” he asked with barely a trace of humor. But his expression changed quickly. “Is it bad that I want to get back at them?”
“If it is, I’m bad, too.” I took a sip of my wine. “You know what we have to do, right?” I asked. This time, I made him smile.
“I think I do.” He took my hand in his and kissed the back of it. “Tessa, will you be my fake girlfriend?”
Little did I know how real it would turn out to be.
p.s. — Who says revenge isn’t totally worth it??
Hot guy: Italian model Simone Bredariol (I know… I know… my addiction to this man may be bordering on unhealthy.) (Also, that picture is my current phone wallpaper.)