Heartbreaker

Chapter 13

Alex's POV

It's been a month since I last seen or heard from Mason. A month since I felt whole. Of course Jessica was relieved to hear the job was done but I couldn't tell if I was. That night mason told me he cheated on me and it felt like he kicked me in the gut. It was for the best though. It gave me the strength I needed to get my job done. If he wouldn't have cheated, I don't think I would have been able to leave him. I knew sleeping with him wasnt apart of the deal but I had to make sure he felt what I felt. I wanted him to pay but I also wanted to know what if felt like to make love. Sure I had sex before but it was only business never for love. I don't think after that I could sleep with another man.

I had to force myself back into society after I left him. I forced myself to go out and maybe got a little too drunk. Then it came time for me to start with my new client. Pierce Michelson. He was a preppy asswipe who decided to sleep with his girlfriend's best friend. We went out every single night and I couldn't help but compare him to Mason. He was shorter, hair was blonde where as mason's is dark brown, he wore polo shirts all the goddamn time while mason wore suits or jeans and a T-shirt, he looked wimpy where as mason was built. Most importantly he didn't have the same effect Mason had on me. I often found myself zoning out picturing Mason but I had a job to do so I would force those thoughts away.

I stalked Mason's social media accounts seeing if he would post anything but he didn't. Usually he posted pictures of himself once a week but it's been a month and nothing. Maybe he met up with that whore and is living it up. Too busy to post. God I'm so pathetic. There were so many texts I typed out but decided against sending them. When he told me he loved me I never felt happier in my life and now I want to crawl under a rock and die.

Viola called me a couple times within the month, I told her that mason and I broke up but I didn't go into details. To be truthful, I didn't want her to hate me. I needed someone to talk to and I loved her like a sister.

I just got off work and rushed home to my bathroom. I took out the little test and ripped open the wrapper. After peeing on it I sat it on the counter. I was too anxious to just sit there so I went out into the kitchen to get a glass of water hoping to kill my nerves. I noticed for the past week I have been feeling nauseous then I was suppose to get my period three days ago. It was late. I didn't want to think about the results until they came back. I had way too much on my mind. I made my way back to the bathroom after three minutes to look at the test. There it was. Two lines. I. Am. Pregnant. What the fuck am I going to do? I started to hyperventilate.

I had to tell Mason but I wanted to wait till after I went to the doctor to make sure this is real. God why was I so stupid to not tell mason to use protection that night? Then a thought came to me. What if he doesn't think it's his? He was the first guy to ever not use a condom with me. For god sake I only had sex 5 times in my life. I had to tell someone. I picked up my phone and found the number I wanted.

Ring

Ring

Ring

"Hello?" Viola chimed.

"Vi, I have something to tell you," I cried.

"What's wrong, Al?" She asked her voice full of concern.

"I'm pregnant," I sobbed.

"What? How?" She asked.

"You know how," I said.

"Don't take this the wrong way but is it my brother's?"

I should have been hurt by her question but I understood it. We broke up for all she knew I could be fucking everything that moves.