The House Project

Chapter 2- Cold as ice

An annoying blush rose too my cheeks once again, as I stared into Mikes deep blue eyes. He was wearing the same outfit I had seen him in earlier that day. The only difference between him and James, was that Mike looked one hell of a lot hotter in his outfit. Why am I comparing them again? I asked myself. I finally broke the staring contest by looking at the woman he was sitting across from. The skin tight red dress accented her curves perfectly. The V neckline made a daring plunge that almost reached her belly button. Her striking curly red hair cascaded down her back. All in all, she was very beautiful. She must be his date, for some unknown reason, that thought tweaked a nerve. But Mike is just a client, nothing more, nothing less. Why am I comparing the two men together. But most importantly, why should I dislike that woman. I don't even know her for crying out loud. She could save puppies from puppy mills or she could be an organ donor for all I know. These where the questions i asked myself as I finally tore my eyes away from the scene and looked at my menu.

The first thing that I noticed was that it was all very pricey, but my cousin Alex was the head chef here, so he had agreed to give us a deal. I flipped through the menu at a leisurely pace, making sure to read anything that appealed to me. I finally decided on the lemon salmon, with a side salad and a glass of red wine. At that moment the waiter came back. "Are you ready to order?" He asked politely. "Yes, I will have your chicken cord en blue with a glass of white, and you honey?" James said to the waiter and turning to look at me. " Well, I am going to have your lemon salmon with the side salad and a glass of the red." I replied with a smile, handing the waiter my menu. "Right away." the waiter replied and left the circular room. 

I turned my head to face James and tilted it to the side. " Now what did you want to talk to me about?" I asked him, secretly crossing my fingers under the table that it was nothing bad. His eyes darted all over the place, but never looking me in the eyes. He was actually starting to scare me. I uncrossed my fingers, and brought them up above the table, linking them with his. I gave his hands a reassuring squeeze. His eyes finally met mine, and I saw fear there. " Well.." he started out, so quiet that I had a hard time hearing him. " Isabella I made a huge mistake. So big that I would be surprised if I even forgive myself. I am so truly sorry, and I hope you can even look at me after I tell you, let alone ever think of taking me back." He whispered. "Hold on" I said. "First tell me whats going on, I mean it cant be that bad can it, and you know I love you. Just tell me." I whispered back with uncertainty.

He looked down at his hands and kept them there for awhile, just looking at our hands linked together. Finally, after what seemed like a life time he looked back up into my eyes, and a tear slide down his face, and landed on my thumb. I wiped it away, "you can tell me anything," I whispered and kissed his cheek. Keeping eye contact, he started talking. " 5 weeks ago, at your sister Brittany's birthday party I got really really drunk. So drunk in fact that I can barley remember anything. And you know that Brittany was really sad that night because Tod and her had just broken up. And well, one thing led to another and one moment I was comforting her and the next I woke up in bed with her, naked, and now... And now shes pregnant, and we are pretty sure that its mine. He said in a hollow voice. 

I dropped his hands. This wasn't happening, not to me anyways. You see all this kind of stuff in movies and reality shows, but you never think that its going to happen to you. " I have to get out of here" I whispered to myself. "OK we can go somewhere quiet." He said with understanding. "No, I need to leave without you. I don't go anywhere with cheating ass holes." I responded a little bit above the normal chit chat in the dining room. Everyone stopped talking and turned towards us. 

 "Isabella, please stop, your making a scene." he whispered urgently. "Why the hell would I care if I'm making a scene or not, and tell me why exactly would I ever think of taking you back? You are like a piece of gum on the bottom of my shoe." I hissed with venom. I stood up and threw my napkin on the table. "Go have a baby with my fucking sister for all I care. I hope you rot in hell!" I said still above normal, everyone was indeed staring, but I couldn't bring myself to care. I had angry tears streaming down my face, probably ruining my mascara, who would of  known that tonight would be a waterproof mascara night.