You Slept With My Sister and I'm The One Carrying Your Child? (Slowly Editing)

You Slept With My Sister and I'm The One Carrying Your Child? (15)

-Nine Hours Earlier-

 “Oh really?” Lloyd’s eyes widened and he smirked “Game on”

I walked passed him and giving my hair a tousle I was ready to flirt my way through the night. Seeing a guy automatically look my way as I seductively walked passed, heading towards the bar opposite him. Leaning excessively over the counter giving a clear view of the twins I winked. Not soon after a drink was delivered to me. Pete gave me a quizzical look and shook his head with a smirk on his face. “I hope you know what you’re doing Haylee, it’s from the guy over there” he nodded in the guy’s direction.

 I checked the handkerchief and no doubt his number was there “Tell Greg I said thanks” I winked again at his direction before sipping the drink, leaving an empty glass in my place.

I moved to the other end of the bar, sitting awkwardly with my legs exposed at the side of me. It was no longer than a few minutes when an obviously drunk guy approached me “A-are you lost? B-because it’s so strange to see an angel so far from h-heaven.” He slurred, I rolled my eyes quickly before plastering a sexy smile on my face.

“Maybe, can I get your number? You know in case I need to find my way?” I replied, he nodded eagerly writing me his number “Thanks Frank I’ll be sure to call” I winked before leaving him standing at the bar.

I noticed Lloyd sitting in a booth with six girls beside him. Damn he was good. I rolled my eyes and continued my antagonising quest to get as many numbers as I could, hearing the lamest pick up lines known to man. From the disgusting “You must be Cinderella, because I see that dress disappearing by midnight.” To the just plain rude “I’m no weather man, but you can expect more than a few inches tonight.”

I had managed to collect a hefty twelve numbers and even though the alcohol numbed most of my pain, the pain my feet were suffering was too much for me.

On my way to find Lloyd, which wasn’t difficult I just had to follow the queue to the booth he was previously sat in. Still there he smiled flirtatiously at the girls before him. Cutting in front of a girl who didn’t appreciate the action I just did, she began mumbling profanities behind me. Rolling my eyes I smiled when Lloyd looked up to see me. “Giving up?” he winked

I nodded “I’m tired” I whined, those shots of tequila I drank were affecting my judgement and the baby voice I was currently using.

He rolled his eyes and I don’t know if this was part of the act to win the bet, but he shook his head and told me to go home first bringing his attention to the girl next to him, bringing his head closer to hers. I hadn’t expected that and I couldn’t help, but lose the self respect I had collected over the last few months when I stormed outside.

Taking a few breaths leaning against the door I couldn’t help but walk back, slowly, to my apartment. Taking my time in all hopes that he’d come rushing outside to see me, you know like they always do in the movies? When the female lead runs outside in floods of tears, the male lead would always come rushing outside to apologise. That didn’t happen, oh the tears were flooding, but no male lead came running to be by my side.

Whether it was the alcohol was taking an affect and I was now a crying drunk I didn’t know. But when I made my way inside, each click of my heel leading me towards the dreaded door of my apartment; the situation seemed all too familiar. This time I knew I was losing the man I loved before opening that door and that inside no one was going to be there to give me bad news. I already knew it. Another man I cared deeply about was about to leave me, this time the baby was born and she was all I had left.

I walked inside, sitting on the leather couch this time not bothering to remove my heels. Wiping away the tears that streamed endlessly; I couldn’t help but blame myself for the situation. I was the problem for both Tristan’s cheating, if only I had been there when he needed me; now Lloyd, I was the one who started the bet and I blamed myself for the outcome of whatever it was we had coming to an end.