Loving Him

Maybe Because She's Prettier

Chapter Four -

-Megan's Point of View-

Tossing and turning, I can't seem to fall asleep. I'm beyond irritated, first I didn't get to eat and second, I shouldn't have waited for him anyway. My duvet lands on the other side of this ridiculously large bed and I stomp my way out of the room. I will eat.

At the top of the stairs, I can see that a few of the lights are on downstairs. Oh so he comes home now. I don't care, I'm eating.

When I reach the kitchen, he spots me and his eyebrows crease.

"What are you doing still up?"

"I fell asleep and now I'm hungry," I lie. I was waiting for you.

One of the plates that had the enchiladas on it is gone so I know he already ate. I'm not really in the mood for enchiladas anymore so I take out a bowl of cereal and milk.

"Where were you?" I can't help but ask. I must sound so pathetic right now. His face has confusion painted all over it.

"What do you mean?"

"You texted me and you said you'd be home for dinner." The confusion of his face disappears and pales.

I know and say, "oh, who was it for then?"

He seems reluctant to answer but he does anyway, "Freya. She's one of my business associates." A pang of jealousy hits me and I don't know why.

Chewing my cereal, I bring the bowl back up to my room. That's what we both do anyway, treat each other as if we both don't exist to each other.

It just annoys me that he went home to her house and had dinner with her. While I was here, waiting like a desperate wife. The more that I think about it, the more I fit into the role of pathetic little housewives waiting for their cheating husbands to come home and play 'perfect family'.

Cheating.

What if he's cheating on me? Don't be ridiculous, Megan, he can't cheat if you're not in a real relationship. You don't have feelings for each other okay? He definitely doesn't have feelings for you. My annoying subconscious tells me.

But something tells me he's dating this Freya chick. We may not have anything real between us but at least he should respect me enough to wait until we've at least made it look like we have 'issues' to the public. He doesn't see me playing missy chasing with the coffee machine.

I think the coffee machine deserves a name. Rodrigues. Just because Rodrigues is an amazing name and it's an amazing coffee machine, perfect.

I put my bowl on my bedside table and walk over to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Didn't even get to eat my deliciously delicious enchiladas. Life is not fair. That night I fell asleep dreaming of Channing Tatums body. Hey when you can't have him, at least you can dream about him.

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My alarm wakes me up, reminding me of my unoccupied day ahead of me. Why do I even set that thing? No one ever has plans with me, they try to make some but I'm not the 'I highly dislike you but I'll be polite and smile and not admit that the dress you're wearing emphasises your clearly unwatched weight' type of person. To me, that's a level of fake I'm not willing to step on.

I try to be as real as possible, as real as a forced marriage.

After my shower, I come our smelling like a candle shop. I pick out a pair of black high waisted shorts and a white tank top and tuck it in. The whole world knows I don't so heels so I decide on wearing blue flats. Who said you can't be underdressed going out to the mall?