TORN DOWN | CD

2.2

·Edited·

|Kirsten's POV|

"Claire.." I swallowed, I didn't know what to do or say."W..What are you d..doing h..here?

I was anxious and I was stammering.

"That doesn't make a difference, we have to talk." she said still in a genuine tone.

I gesture my head, as she started to talk. More like shouting at me however, making it gets a few glares from the individuals in the bar. Trent strolls back with my beverage in his grasp, we takes a gander at both me and Claire.

"Here you go." he says pushing the glass of whiskey to me, I was going to get it however then Claire pushed it away making it fall on the floor shattering the glass into pieces and the beverage spilled on the floor.

On the other hand everybody took a gander at us again even Trent. "What the damnation?!"

"Presently I'm gonna give you a notice , stay far away from Cameron.. in the event that you realize what's beneficial for you." Claire undermined me,at this point I don't comprehend what happened to my certain side. She set a 50 dollar greenback on the counter leaving the bar.

"I know this is not my concern yet why might you permit her to undermine you like that?" Trent asked, gathering the cash Claire had left on the counter for the glass and the whiskey.

I moaned "On the grounds that shes the supervisor, her husband owns he companyand trust me the pay check is the thing that I have to survive. 8 thousand dollars a month."

Trent's mouth opened, making me snicker a bit. In any case, he shut it, " but still you shouldn't allow her to converse with you like that."

I shrugged at him as I snatch my sack, and phone."I'll see you soon Trent, bye."

He winks at me again and I leave the bar. The cool wind surged over me as I remained outside, it cleared my hair out as I started strolling to my white Range Rover . Putting on my safety belt, I simply stay there pondering my little experience I had with Claire.

What was I considering?

I knew he was married , and had children however why did I do it? Despite everything I made out of here him. I got him to engage in sexual relations with me.In his office. Go behind his wife's back. I just sat there, speculation until it clicked me to.

Hold up hold up, I get my iPhone, unlocking. I go to calendar , checking and numbering the days.

Noo, please. I am late on my period.

Gracious my god.. I neglected to take contraceptions.. Noo I took.. Isn't that right?

I sat there pondering on the off chance that I did take it or not. In the event that If i miss one.. I could be pregnant.

I shake my head as I begin the motor, hauling out of the parking area and to the drug store shop. When I get there there, I stroll in and stroll through the idles searching for the pregnancy test. I didn't check the value, it wasn't my primary concern. I pay for it and surge back outside to my auto. Practically getting hit my one, I get in my back in my car and drive to my penthouse. When I maneuver into the parking garage, I get inside the building squeezing the lift catch always. I was making an effort not to frenzy and over in my mind I continued saying. I'm not pregnant. Thank god I was the one and only inside. It felt like perpetually going up, lastly the entryway opens. Uncovering my flawless penthouse.

I hurry to the restroom, commencing my heels. I do the produce(not going into points of interest) Holding up calmly, i put my hair in a muddled bun until I hear the sound go off. I take a full breath, prepared to face any hindrances. I stroll into the restroom, grabbing the pregnancy test.

Putting my hand over my mouth, the tears gushing down my face. My heart was thumping harder, the time got away. I shake my head over and over, no this must be a mistake . I would not like to trust it was genuine, however it is. Inclining toward the divider, I slide down sitting on the floor. I started to wail, and I couldn't stop.

Why Kirsten? Why did you do this to yourself? Your life was impeccably fine, however what do you do. You were adamant. One single inconsiderate slip-up and it changes everything.

I get up from the floor, wiping my tears. I didn't know whether this was the proper thing to do, yet I couldn't consider whatever else.

I dialed the number, listening to the sound of it ringing.

"What do you want?" the voice of Cameron talked. His voice appeared to be rough and irritated in the meantime. I make an effort not to sniff a great deal however.

"We have to talk. Furthermore, its genuinely pressing. This is not a joke." I said into the telephone. I trust this turns out alright.