Arranging Love.

Chapter 28

Maybe some secrets are better left hidden, am I right people~ New York Post

Sasha's POV~

Miserable, that's me in a nutshell now. I'm angry and miserable. I haven't left my bed in two weeks except for the odd meal and there or to throw said meals up. I really am a mess. I turned my phone off at some point over the week right after I got thirty-five calls from Stella and Beth but none from the one person I wanted to call. Christian never came back to the apartment since that night and honestly, I don't blame him. It was after my father started ringing that I turned it off and threw it at my wall.

After I turned my phone off, people started coming over to check on me. I kept the door locked at their incessant knocking knowing that the only person who has a key is the one person not coming over.

Today, however, I wasn't in bed, I am on the couch watching some cheesy cartoon I used to watch with my mum when I was younger. My little bubble of temporary happiness is busted when I hear the lock of the front door click and the door swing open followed by the hurricane we call Bethany.

"You better be unconscious right now, Sasha Hamilton because that is the only excuse I will accept as to why you have been ignoring your best friend these last few weeks" don't ignore Bethany for an extended period of time then, probably should have known that. Either way, at least she called me Hamilton, I think if she had said Matheson I may have burst into tears on the spot.

"How the hell did you get in, there's a lock on the door for a reason."

Both of them shrug.

"Seriously who gave you a key?"

"No one you need to think about right now"

"YOU ASKED CHRISTIAN!"

"Hey I thought we said no think about him, it's not going to change anything, neither is moping around here for the rest of your life"

"I swear to God what did he tell you?"

"That you lied, your father wants to take his company, he seemed all a little bitter about it" Beth comments as if we are talking about the weather.

"Yeah well I don't blame him"

"Nothing you can do about it now"

"I beg to differ"

"Well, I don't see you doing anything" that made me pause, Stella's right! I've been moping about for the past few weeks doing absolutely nothing, not even attempting to get Christian back.

"Well if that is the case, I'm going to take a shower and you both get snacks and the alcohol and we'll have a night out"

"Not quite what I was going for, but I totally agree with the shower thing you look like a street rat" Beth crinkles her nose at my appearance.

"I never thought you guys would rain on my parade"

After a lengthy shower where I shed the last of my tears I returned to the living room where Stella and Beth were waiting for me with a platter of our favorite foods and drinks waiting with a movie already playing on the flat screen tv. 'We're the Millers' my absolute favorite.

"Ok babe, tonight we relax and watch the movie and tomorrow we plan on how to get your man back, agreed?"

"Agreed" it's at times like these that I really do appreciate having best friends like Stella and Beth, even if they do stop me from drinking.

"Yeah, guys I think that just got a whole lot harder" Stella sitting next to me glued to her phone, turns the screen around to us so we can see.

On it is an article with Christian and me with one of those years in a photo. The title: frauds! Ok so maybe if Stella and Beth hadn't come today I never would have heard about this. They have their pros and cons I guess.

Stella begins to read out what the article says, something about it being an arranged marriage and that we were on the rocks because of lies and secrets. The further Stella reads the more I realize there is a lot of truth to this story. Someone had told the press. Nausea begins to roll around my stomach and the pizza that I have only just finished eating is deciding that down isn't the way I want to go.

"An insider told our magazine..." my heartbeat stops dead. Someone has leaked it. Are they fucking serious of all the things Christian's sister could possibly do this is without a doubt worse. She has not only made me look like a total bitch but and also given her own brother, the man she is apparently trying to protect a bad name I mean she sure has a funny way to go about it.

I am attempting to keep myself together but at the ringing of a phone which I am sure isn't mine I lose grip on the small thread of my sanity I have left. My heart begins to beat to the point that I can feel it vibrate throughout my entire body. It's becoming even harder to breathe with each passing moment and my stomach has made its way into my throat. All in all, I was quickly becoming a panicking mess. The last straw is when Beth places her phone directly in my line of direction. I almost hurl at the sight of my father's name on the screen. He is going to absolutely kill me. I shoot up from my seat and run as fast as I can to the bathroom. Knowing I will not make it to the toilet I find a bun on the way there. Once I am feeling better but I'm no way calmer I find myself feeling increasingly angry. Did I not tell Christian to not tell anyone I mean for fuck sakes we all knew it would come around to bite us in the ass. I just thought one of us would be the ones to mess it up but no someone decides to betray our loyalty instead it's really quite ironic.

Returning to the bedroom, I find my phone abandoned on the floor in the corner of my room. Well, at least it's not broken from the hit it took.

Ignoring Stella and Beth who are standing in the door way with pity in their eyes. The thing is, I don't want their pity. Switching it on I dial the number, it's time for me to fix this mess considering everyone else has taken it upon themselves to make it worse.

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Sorry about all the vomit talk guys!!!

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