Did You Just Say Pregnant?!

Chapter 8

-Olivia- 

I stomped over to the car to give this man a piece of my mind. He was helping his woman into the car, he'd never done that for me!

He circled around the car, turning in my direction to do so. I was around 2 metres away from him and I could feel the wrath radiating from each inch of my body.

"You lying sh*t! You accuse me of cheating, yet you're running off with miss wh0re over here! We are married Phil. We have been married for 8 years. What the hell is wrong with you?" I scream marching over to him.

Oh no, this guy had released the demon in me tonight. Forget furious, I was raging in anger. From the car I could see the lady looking at us with wide eyes.

"Look this is not what it looks like ok, this is a colleague from wor-" Phil started to say but he was cut short.

"Are you telling me, that you two are married?! You idiot, I never knew that you were married! What is wrong with you?! Are you trying to wreck your marriage?!" she screeched at Phil, who was looking dumbfounded.

"I am so sorry, he never told me that he had a wife! I swear, I wouldn't have gotten involved with him if I knew, I don't poach on other people’s property. I am so sorry," she genuinely stated, her eyes begging for my forgiveness.

I thought it could be fake, but something, call it instinct or sheer stupidity made me believe that she was telling the truth.

"You say it girlfriend!" I yelled, half kidding half serious. I linked arms with her and took her back to the house. We reached the front door and I let us in before turning around and closing the door on Phil.

If he knows what's good for him, he won't come back to this house tonight.

"So, you must be Elizabeth right?" I asked.

"Yes, that's me," she answered. "Look I'm so sorry about all of that," she apologised again.

"No don't worry its okay, our relationship has been a bit rocky I guess." I answered.

"As much as I really would like to get to know you, I have to get going, my baby is going to be a mother! She is having her first doctor’s appointment today, and it's in an hours’ time, but I need to get her out of the house first, when I left she was nothing but a bundle of nerves!" Elizabeth joked.

"Okay bye!" I waved bye at her.

She left the house and all was silent in the house. I didn’t know whether she was in the wrong or right but at this point of time, I really didn’t care.

My mind sprang back to yesterday night and I wondered whether Phil had used protection or not. No, I certainly don't want to have a baby with Phil out of his mind and raging drunk. I screamed into a nearby pillow, feeling very frustrated.

Impulsively I took out my phone and texted Jordan saying 

"7 o'clock, I'll be at yours."

A minute later my phone buzzed and it said 

" No problemo señorita x "

I rolled my eyes at his cocky response.

As I texted away, a little corner at the back of my mind kept reminding me that I was married. That I loved Phil.

I could deny it as much as I wanted, but I knew that I love Phil. Even after everything he's done.

I arrived at Jordan’s house exactly at 7 o'clock. I chuckled as I stood on his doorstep, wasn’t this meant to be the other way round? The door opened and Jordan appeared.

"Why are you laughing?" He asked taking my hand and grabbing me inside.

"I was just wondering, it’s meant to be you at my door!" I exclaimed. He shrugged with a wink.

I took in his appearance and he was dressed up looking smart in a suit. I suddenly felt a bit self-conscious, I was only wearing a plain black number.

"You look beautiful," he commented smiling down at me.

"Thank you, but you look far better!" I disagreed with him. He took my hand and he looked in my eyes and said,

"You know how I said that we would go out for dinner, I thought that it would be much better if we had the dinner here," He said looking frantically at my response. He led me into the living room and there was a grand table there and it was candle lit. The lights were dim and you could hear soft music playing softly in the background.

"This is so sweet Jordan, this is much better than a restaurant!" I squealed hugging him. He softly hugged me back and led me to the chair. He pulled out the chair and I sat down. Such a gentlemen!

An hour later we had finished dinner and were in his living room. It was silent, and I wasn’t sure of what to say. Opening my mouth to speak, I turned to face him, when he kissed me.

It was a slow kiss and he looked back into my eyes. His eyes were filled with warmth and passion. He kissed me again… and again.

We did some other things as well…