Fault 2 // Denis Stoff

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I awoke the next morning with a pounding headache and a figure beside me.

I shot up, no memory of last night whatsoever.

Why the fuck is Denis Stoff beside me and why am I only in my underwear.

He groaned before waking up. Rubbing his eyes. "What time is it?"

"What the fuck!" I screeched. "W-why are you in my bed! Put some clothes on, oh my god!"

I got up, throwing my shirt back on. We better not have done anything because I was severely intoxicated.

"You don't remember?" He snapped, slipping his jeans on and buttoning them.

"No Denis! I was drunk! you knew that! What the fuck!" I yelled.

"Can you please stop fucking shouting it's 9am." He groaned, rubbing his temples.

"Stop shouting?!" I exclaimed. "You took advantage of me you asshole!"

"You and I know quite well that I didn't do that. It just happened."

"I can't even remember anything god!"

"So you regret what happened last night?" He spat.

"Yes! Very much so! Please leave right now!"

I am so embarrassed. I didn't want this to happen. Ever.

"Fine!" He yelled, throwing his shirt over his tattooed body. "I didn't take advantage of you."

I scoffed. "Yes you freaking did! I never wanted to fuck you ever again! You're lucky I'm on birth control you absolute ass!"

He put on his shoes before grabbing his coat and walking towards the door.

"Dickhead! Fuck you!" I screamed, showing a shoe at him before he left. Slamming the door behind him.

I groaned loudly, looking at myself in the mirror. "You, are never drinking again." I told myself, I felt so ashamed.

How dare he? He 100% took advantage of me, knowing I was too drunk to realise the situation.

My hair was a mess, I felt so dirty. In the worst way possible.

I immediately took a shower, needing to clear my head. The anger was raging through me.

What was the point of me clearly telling him I loathed him just for him to fuck me.

I blow dried my hair and threw on a high waisted tight black denim skirt with a slit, which ended mid thigh. I slid on a black bralette along with my black pumps. They were my favourite casual heels.

At least I made an effort today.

For makeup I kept it simple, foundation, contour, eyebrows and a light eyeliner. I didn't need mascara as I had eyelash extensions.

I straightened my hair and put on my round sunglasses. Ready to go collect Matty.

I usually feel so relieved on Saturdays. But today, I want to kill Denis Stoff. That little horny bastard.

He can't go one night without a girl. I was not a girl to play around with. Especially by the man I hate.

I stormed out of my house, grabbing my purse and car keys along the way. I feel too ashamed to tell everyone.

I made a little stop at Starbucks, grabbing a latte and a muffin.

When I reached my moms house I tried my best to act like my normal self.

"Hey Matty!" I grinned, picking him up and resting him on my hip as he hugged me. He looked adorable.

"Mommy!" He squealed happily.

I had a short catch up with my mom before I payed her (with much difficulty) and left.

I could not stop thinking about last night (mostly because I can't remember a thing.)

I just wanted to freaking kill Denis, he has put me into such a bad mood.

"Mommy can we do something fun!" Matty said, it took me a while to get what he was saying due to his age.

"Sure bud! What do you wanna do?"

"See dada!"

My eyes widened. How in the hell does he remember the other day, and most importantly. How does he remember Denis was his dad?!

This day couldn't get any worse.

"Uhhh" I stuttered, "I- I don't think dada is around today baby."

Matty began to whinge. "Dada!"

I rolled my eyes whilst keeping focus on the road.

"Fine baby. We'll go see dada." I smiled. God, I want to flip out.

I also had no idea where I could find this asshole. He can spend time with Matty but I will not be in the same room. I honestly can't look at him.

I'm grossed out.

I pulled up onto the side of the road.

I eventually found Denis's number (I got it off Ben.)

After a few dials he picked up.

"Hey who's this?"

"Lana. Matty wants to see you." I said. Biting my tongue from calling him all sorts.

"Right now?"

"Obviously." I snapped.

"Dada!" Matty squealed from behind me.

"Drop him over to my house."

How in the hell does he have a house here?

"Do you think I magically know the address?"

"Oh- yeah. It's the top penthouse. Room 360b. Greenwood Acres."

How in the hell did this man afford a penthouse?!

"Okay." I simply said, hanging up instantly.

Kill me now.