Lunch was nice, I wasn't going to lie, I enjoyed hanging out with Becca, Jim had always had a way of making me laugh, and Matt, well Matt made me a feel a mixture of things, including things that were highly inappropriate because I was engaged.
"So, what can we do now?" Becca said as we left the restaurant.
"We can go to my place." Matt suggested.
"Good idea." Becca told him.
"Guy's while it was great catching up with you, I'm going to head back home this afternoon." I told them.
"Awww what, no, don't leave." Becca said.
"I gotta get back sometime."
"I guess." Becca said.
"Well stay in touch." Jim said. Him and Matt were leaving.
"I definitely will." I told him.
Matt smiled at me. "It was really nice to see you again."
I felt myself blushing, god there was something about him that made me feel all funny inside.
"You too Matt." I hugged him. "Stay in touch."
"I will." He kissed my cheek.
I watched him and Jim walk off.
"You two should so be together, even I can feel the chemistry." Becca said as we walked to her car.
"Don't be stupid, we're friends and that is it."
"You keep telling yourself that but I bet in the next few days he's going to call you." She told me.
"Yeah because you'll nag the shit out of him until he does." I told her.
We got to the hotel and said our goodbyes, I was glad I'd met her, we were going to be friends for a long time.
"Anyway I think I'll come up in a week or so and meet this fiancé and see if he's good enough for you."
Good, I honestly hoped she did.
After parting hugs I headed upstairs, packed my bags and checked out.
I had a long drive in front of me, I thought about calling Michael to tell him I was coming home but I decided to surprise him.
I stopped a couple of times on the way, for coffee, to wake myself up. I finally arrived home in the early hours and I grabbed my bag out of the car and let myself in quietly.
Michael was in bed, I expected him to be.
I opened our bedroom door and looked, something I saw wasn't making sense.
I flipped on the light. "What the fuck!"
Michael and some blonde both sat up in my fucking bed.
"Oh fuck." Michael said.
"Yeah oh fuck, that pretty much sums it up." I turned around and grabbed my bag, heading straight back out the front door.
I threw my bag in the car and Michael came running out.
"Kylie please, it's nothing."
"You fucking someone in our bed is not nothing." I snapped.
I was shaking, I was so angry.
"Please don't leave." He begged.
"Fuck off."
I drove away. What the fuck was I going to do now?
