MR. WRONG (SAMPLE)

CHAPTER 2

"What?" Some people ask in utter shock while others just gasp in disbelief.

But I just stand there...numb.

This is a fucking joke!

Wendy is his brother's girlfriend and there's no way Matt had sex with her, she can't be pregnant with his child. 

No fucking way.  

I mean, Matt is the most faithful guy I know and this can't be true. He couldn't have slept with his brother's girlfriend. 

He is decent than that. Plus Wendy is a bitch, not his type. 

I know Matt's type. 

The collected, responsible, sensible type and Wendy is the complete opposite of that. She is your typical impulsive bitch. 

So this is nothing but a very ugly prank and she sucks at it. 

I look at her and I almost gag. I knew there was a reason I didn't like her from the very first time I set my eyes on her. 

Her smile was so plastic. 

She's in a short dress that ends right where her thighs begin. It's black, and it clings to her artificial hips like a second skin. She's wearing a matching pair of strappy heels that should be too high for comfort, but surprisingly, she is strutting in them without a fucking struggle. 

She has her hands crossed on her chest and she is giving me the 'did you hear what I just said, bitch? I am fucking pregnant for Matt's look. 

And then I train my eyes towards Matt. 

He looks calm in a fucking intimidating way. 

His jaw is set, his face void of emotions but I catch a glimpse of emotion in his hazel green eyes, something between anger and shock. 

His eyebrows are shot up. Not in the 'Did she just say that?' manner, it's more of 'What the fuck have you just done, bitch? You know the shit you just said will cost you your life, right?' calm look.

I would be scared in Wendy's shoes. 

"What the fuck Wendy?" Jack asks her pulling her by the wrist. He is so fucking pissed. "Let's get the fuck out of here!" He attempts to pull her outside but she yanks her hand from his grip.