Wanting You - EDITING.

Chapter Eleven

I panicked, his wife or soon to be wife was here and sitting in our living room, I didn't know what to do or say, I just laid there in the bed unable to move.

Brooke standing in the doorway, glancing over her shoulder to keep a look out for her.

And the most surprisingly weird thing was Blake just laid there looking like he couldn't give a freaking shit of she caught us or not.

“go see what she wants” Blake spoke, my eyes snapping his his like he was on crack, I mean how could he not be worried about this.

“are you drunk?” Brooke spat out “you just obviously had sex and your fiance is in the apartment, you go out there”

“yeah because me walking out with a hard dick will make things better, just go see what she wants then get back to bed, we've got plans” he sat up slightly showing off his toned chest.

I couldn't believe it.

“we've got plans? Are you fucking crazy?”

“just tell her to fuck off” Blake growled looking slightly annoyed, I stared at him in shock actually, did he not have any feelings for her at all.

I reluctantly got up out of bed, fixing my hair as I dressed and walked down the hall towards the open planned living area.

There she was, standing and filing he nails, was she seriously doing that? When she spotted me she dropped her hands to her side and rolled her eyes, looking at me as if I had a disease. I can assure you I don't.

“Jenny” I spoke with a straight face.

“look let's cut to the chase, your only in my wedding because my mother thought it was polite to ask, I was actually happy when you was going to say no until your mum butted in and changed my perfect plans” she spat, her voice like nails to a chalkboard.

Oh god she really was a bitch “I'm not going to be in your wedding Jenny so don't worry your perfect day will still be the same” I stated.

She stepped closer, her hand flung out and gripped my wrist tightly, digging her plastic nails in slightly “yes you are” she she in a hard hiss as she said each word slowly.

I yanked my hand back as I felt blood coming to surface, anger slowly starting to seep throughout my body as I stared back at her “I won't be in your stupid wedding, now get the fuck out” I smiled at her, nothing could piss an angry person off more when you smiled at them.

She turned on her bright pink high heels and stormed out of the apartment, I was left wondering what the hell happened, what was that and what the fuck was wrong with her, she is crazy as hell.

How the heck can someone as nice as Blake want to marry that crazy bitch, but the fact she spoke to me like that and gripped my arm so tightly made me no longer care that I was screwing her finance, I stopped feeling the slightest guilt I had about it.

I walked back to the bedroom, pulling the sleeve of my shirt down so Blake didn't see the hand print that was starting to form as well as the nail narks that had dug in, making the bleed.

“what did she want?” Brooke asked, her eyes going straight to mine as soon as I entered the room.

“nothing” I shrugged getting back in the bed, Brooke sitting up and eyeing me, she knew something was definitely up.

“so she came here and didn't want anything?” Blake pressed.

“she came to talk bridesmaid stuff then she left” I really didn't want to talk about to any more.