The Italian's Fake Fiancée

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Downstairs, in the half-deserted hotel hallway, Leonardo ran an agitated hand over his hair, puffing out air from his mouth. He felt like smashing his fist into something.

Worst, he didn't feel like that would relieve the pain in his chest. It felt like a large hand was closing in around his heart. And squeezing it tight.

How could Paige do this to him?

And to think that he asked her before if she was pregnant and she lied through her teeth. She looked him straight in the eyes and lied.

Made Leo want to curse out in frustration.

What has he done to deserve this? Was he that despicable? She would rather tell Finn she was pregnant than telling him? The father of the child.

Just what was she afraid of?

He didn't know what hurt him the most. That she lied to him, or that she told Finn the truth first. Finn, who had no business knowing.

Just thinking about it raised his temperature and stirred his emotions the wrong way. And he could tell he was now wearing an ugly expression. Which was a true representation of how he felt at the present moment.

Knowing that the woman he loved didn't want him. And would rather tell another man
she was pregnant with his child than tell him.

Leo wiped down his face with his large hand and stuffed it carelessly into his pocket as if he didn't know what to do with it.

His expression wavered between assumed calm and raw pain.

At last raw pain won, and his face contorted to match what he was feeling inside. He couldn't believe he had been such a fool to believe there was something special between Paige and him.

Finally, after discovering there was nothing between her and Finn, Leo had felt less threatened and had decided to pursue Paige as planned.

He had been planning to do just that. Ask her out as soon as he was back from the wedding Wesley was forcing him to attend with him.

Little did he know that he would meet her earlier than planned, nor that he would receive the biggest shock of his life.

"Leonardo!"

The sudden echo of his name alerted Leo to a familiar presence. At once, his shoulders stiffened.

He didn't have to turn to know who it was.

Paige.

Cutting to the next hallway as quickly as possible not wanting to see her, nor to hear her, what she did to him. The betrayal she offered him was still fresh, too new to risk facing her. He feared he would say something he might regret later.