Craving to you

The two lines on the test kit showed that I was pregnant. I stared at the two red lines, unable to believe it. My fingers shook while I was holding the kit. "It can't be... " I mumbled, already all the worst-case scenarios playing inside my head.

I threw it inside the trash can placed beside the sink and turned on the faucet. I need to calm down. Most of the time, these test results came out as false. However, I knew that the test being wrong in my case had less than a twenty percent chance. I had already done two tests and in both, it was confirmed I was pregnant.

A wave of nausea hit me again, making me gag. I had already emptied my stomach in the morning and I hadn't eaten anything since then. Nothing came out but the sick feeling wouldn't go away.

Turning off the faucet, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My face was a shade paler, my eyes seemed to have lost their shine and my cheeks were hollow. I looked disheveled. My eyes deterred towards the trash can where the test kit glared back at me.

Dread and horror had been hovering over me since this morning, and now that I knew what the results were, they itched on my skin. What was I going to do now? Most importantly, I didn't know who the baby's father was. I wouldn't have felt sickened by myself if I knew who I slept with.

Two weeks ago, a series of events turned my life upside down. That day would be the worst day of my life. Not only was I cheated upon, I mistakenly slept with someone else.

Tears burned in the back of my eyes. My stomach was in knots and the ghastly feeling intensified with every passing minute.

If only I knew that the one day which I thought would be the most special- turned out to be the ugliest- I wouldn't have gone there. Hell, if I knew drinking one bottle was enough to get me tipsy and lead me to sleep with someone else, I wouldn't have touched the bottle.

_

TWO WEEKS AGO,

"Hey, it's Mike. Please leave your message" Mike's recorded voice blared again for the fourth time. I sulked, hundreds of questions swarming in my head. I had already called him for the fifth time but he wasn't answering my calls.

I left another text, hoping he would see all the twenty texts and would come over as soon as he could. Turning off my phone, I gazed at the night view of Brooklyn through the floor-length window of the hotel room. The scene was so beautiful, and it would have been romantic if only Mike was here.

I checked the time again. Eight forty. Where was he? Nervousness and anticipation got the best in me as I paced back and forth around the room, butterflies dancing in my stomach. Maybe he was on his way so he didn't bother answering me. Maybe he got stuck in traffic. Maybe-

I let out a grumble and plopped on the king-size bed. Overthinking wouldn't provide me any sanity. My fingers sporadically brushed with the soft rose petals which I had scattered over the bed.

The sudden ping of my phone made me jump. I checked my phone in a hurry only to find Amelia's text. My shoulders sagged again.

Amelia – Sorry, love. I have been shifted to Entrance no. 4.

I didn't see Mike, though. Is he there with you?"

I texted, with a lot less enthusiasm than I had a few hours ago.

Me – No, he is not here yet. I don't know if he will come or not. Amelia – That bastard! How dare he make you wait! Wait till I see him in the morning.

I smiled. My best friend knew how to lift one's mood. We texted for a while and then when she had to go to her work, I went back to overthinking again. _

Nine fifty-two. It was fucking nine fifty-two and yet, Mike wasn't here. My worry and frustration turned into anger and sadness. I felt like I was being stood up. On our second anniversary night, I had planned to surprise Mike but this was the way I was rewarded.

I wouldn't have felt so upset if it was some other day. But today, it was our anniversary. This was special for both of us. I thought Mike would be as excited as I was about our second-anniversary celebration. Last year, he threw a big party, invited our friends and celebrated our first anniversary in the jolliest way. He had surprised me last year, and this time, I took the lead but look what my outcome turned out to be.

For five hours straight I have spent decorating this huge room all by myself. I looked around, the candles were already half burnt, the excitement buzzing inside the room all gone. Even the balloons seemed sad.

Fuck him. I gritted my teeth and unscrewing the champagne bottle, I chugged the content down my throat in one go. The chilled liquid was smooth but my throat burned a little. The more I drank, the more I felt hurt. Tears pricked at the back of my eyes as I reached to unscrew another champagne bottle. It would be such a waste if all this hard work goes to waste.

Holding the bottle in one hand, I stared at the cake on the coffee table. In bold letters, the words HAPPY SECOND ANNIVERSARY, LOVE glared at me.

Grinding my teeth, I wiped off the inscription written with white chocolate and sucked it. This wasn't how I had been supposed to celebrate, but I was left with nothing. The faint jazz music played in the background. I rose from the couch and swayed my hips along with the rhythm. I let go of the frustration binding me, and danced like I was Lady Gaga.

I didn't know for how long I was dancing like a drunk horse when I heard a knock on the door. I halted, unsure if I heard it right or not. The sound came again, this time louder.

Mike? It has to be him. I knew he would come. The anger I felt started to dissipate and the ray of hope bloomed again.

I let out a barfly laugh, my legs wobbling as I tried to wipe my fingers as it was messy with chocolate. Once cleaned, I walked up to the door and unlocked it.

"Mike?"

I blinked, trying to keep my gaze clear. I mumbled Mike's name once again but no answer. Mike stood tall, much taller than I know, and was breathing heavily. His breathing was ragged, his face hidden in the darkness. The lights were dimmed inside the room and so was the hall.

As I was reciprocating whether it was Mike or somebody else, he suddenly pushed himself in. I reached to catch him in case he fell. "Mike, you okay?" I asked softly. I was drunk myself so the question should be asked to myself as well.

He groaned and the voice felt unfamiliar. Surprising me, he grabbed my wrist and turning me around, he pinned me to the wall. My naked back came in contact with the cold wall.

I couldn't see his face properly but I could feel his gaze. A shiver ran down my spine. "Help...help me" he whispered, leaning closer to my face. Was I too drunk or have I never realized how fucking sexy Mike's voice was? "I...need your help" he spoke, his voice deep and etched with tension. My hands were pinned on either side as he brushed his lips on my cheeks. I inhaled his scent - rich spice and masculine- and whatever I was thinking turned into clouds. I opened my mouth to say something, having the feeling the man wasn't Mike but the moment I opened my mouth, he crashed his lips on mine. A rush of current mixed with heat passed to every nerve of my body. I swear I would have fallen if not for him holding me tightly. My mind turned into jelly but then, the sudden actualization that the man wasn't Mike crossed my mind again.

I moaned, trying to push him away but I was too drunk and he was stronger in breaking my walls. The more I resisted, the more passionately he kissed me. He guided his tongue inside my mouth and our tongues clashed. Liquid heat pooled in my lower belly.

He rasped, his hands snaking behind my back. All the worries and all the tensions seemed to fade as we kissed.

My body was on fire and with every touch he landed, it ignited to thousands of degrees. My pussy pulsates as he grinded his body with mine. Fuck. I was never this turned on. Never this needy to want someone. I blamed it on the champagne.

He lifted me and took me to where the bed was. Roughly, he pinned me to the mattress and within seconds my clothes were ripped apart. My chest rose and fell as I hastily removed his clothes. He groaned. I whimpered. When a shimmer of light passed by the room, I noticed the sharp eyes gazing intensely at me. My belly flipped and the throbbing sensation was becoming painful.

"Fuck" he grunted and came on top of me. He was naked, his cock taunting my wet entrance. My mind was in a mess- a horny mess- and the need to be fucked by him was the only thing I wanted.

There weren't any warnings, soft whispers, nothing. He slammed inside me and I literally cried out. "Christ," he confided through his gritted teeth as he started to pump inside me. My nipples were so hard they could cut diamonds and when they grazed against his hard chest, I couldn't contain my moans.

Everything started to fade. Our moans echoed in my ears and all I could remember was the dim light blushing at the corner.

_

NEXT MORNING,

What is this? Something soft yet hard.... Feels good though. My eyes shot open when I felt a weight in my abdomen. The first thing I saw was someone's head. Black hair. A man's. What the..?

What was a man doing in my room? I winched and sat up, looking around in confusion. This wasn't my room. Where was I-

Anniversary. Mike. Drunk. Kiss.

Bits of pieces of last night came like a broken reel in my head resulting in a damn headache. I groaned, pressing my temple with my index finger when I heard a manly sound beside me. I forgot about Mike. I turned my head to my left to find Mike slumbering peacefully with his back to me. His naked body was gloriously revealed,tempting me to touch him.

But then it hit me. Mike didn't have black hair. Mike had sandy blond hair. All the colors from my face got snatched up when I realized the man sleeping beside me wasn't Mike. Shit. Holy fuck. Have I slept with someone else? No, it couldn't be. How could I? I hissed, finding the champagne bottle on the carpeted floor. I shouldn't have drank so much knowing well I had poor alcohol tolerance.

The memory of him kissing me abruptly and passionately started playing and my cheeks got heated. I knew he wasn't Mike last night yet, I went with the flow because I was fucking turned on.

But nothing mattered more than the fact that I slept with someone else. I CHEATED ON MIKE. God, what was I going to do? Mike would never forgive me for this.

As I was lamenting about the stunt I had pulled, my phone started to ring. My heart jumped and I hurriedly went to get my phone from the couch. I glanced at the man who was sleeping like a sloth.

Amelia's name popped on my phone screen. Receiving her call, I said with panic in my voice. "Hey."

It was just seven in the morning and I was a bit confused why she would call me this early. "Luna! Please, tell me Mike is with you?" she sounded urgent and panicked. Did she know about the man?

I gulped. "No... he didn't come last night. Why, what's the matter?"

"Fuck! You won't believe this, but you have to. Luna, Mike is in this hotel! With someone else!"

For a second, I spaced out. Did I hear what she said correctly?

"Mike is here?" I asked, not quite sure. Amelia confirmed he was. A blanket of dismay fell on my body and my body was going numb.

"You have to come and see it! Room 207, quick!"

The call ended. Mike was here but with someone else. I wouldn't have believed Amelia but she wouldn't joke early in the morning on a topic like this. Was Mike really with someone else? Was he cheating on me?

The guilt I felt minutes ago had turned cold. I took deep breaths and calmed myself. There wasn't any proof yet. Once I see him with my own eyes, everything would be sought.

Since I was fully naked with not even a single piece of cloth on, I had to get dressed. My eyes searched for the gold satin dress which I wore yesterday. The dress was ripped apart and wasn't in the condition to wear anymore. Fucking hell. This man ruined one of the expensive dresses I had. That dress cost me over seven hundred dollars, for Christ's sake!

I didn't have time to yell at the man so I chose to wear the spare clothes I had brought yesterday. Five minutes later, I was nearly dressed in jeans and a t-shirt as I made my way out of the room, taking my phone and purse with me.

I took the elevator, the thumping in my heart growing louder as I came closer to unfolding the truth. I searched for room 207 and finally found it where Amelia stood. She noticed me and waved her arm toward me.

I was praying that what Amelia had said wasn't true as I walked faster. "He is inside with another woman," Amelia asserted, her expression disdainful. My palm was clammy with sweat. I gulped the hard lump, the knots in my stomach tightening.

I knocked on the door, the seconds that I waited felt like years. A few seconds later, the door pushed open and a woman with gorgeous ginger hair was on display. Alleviation washed over me as I saw her. "May I help with something?" she asked with a frown.

"I-" I paused when I heard the familiar voice from inside that made me lose my footing.

"Babe, who is it?"

Something inside me cracked. I recognized the voice instantly, having no doubt that I heard it wrong. I made my way in, shoving the redhead aside. Even in my worst nightmare, I would have never imagined finding Mike in a bed, with someone else, and also naked. But there he was.

I gasped as my eyes dilated. Mike met my eyes and the lazy smile from his face was yanked in a blink. His face bleached and he jumped up from the bed abruptly. He looked as if he saw a ghost. "L-luna" he uttered my name, and for the first time in two years, it made me sick.

"Hey, you! What the hell are you doing?" the redhead yelled at me but I chose to ignore it. My fingers curled into fists when the sheets fell, revealing Mike only in his briefs. "Luna.... I -"

"Don't" I bit out, disgusted by him. He tried to take a step toward me but I raised my hand towards him. "Don't you dare take another step towards me."

The muscles in my body were tensed and they only loosened a bit when I felt Amelia's palm on my shoulder. "How could you do this to me?" I asked, more like begged. Here, I thought I had cheated on Mike. That, I have ruined our relationship. My chest hurts to the extent, that it made me unable to breathe.

"Can someone tell me what the heck is going on here?" the woman piped in again. "Mike, do you know them?"

"Let me answer you that" Amelia stepped in, her voice louder and menacing as she scowled at Mike. She wasn't a fan of him before and now, she definitely hates him. "This man- oops, this jerk" she pointed her index finger at him, "Is her boyfriend who cheated on her with you!" "What?" Shock and disbelief were clear in her tone. "Is this true, Mike?"

I was rooted to the ground, my eyes only on Mike who cheated on me.

"Yes, she is but love, I was going to break up with her" Mike explained, ambling over to take her hands in his.

Sick. The scene made me sick. They both made me sick. I have this urge to throw up right on his face.

"Oh my God! You are a certified asshole for sure, Mike Parker!" Amelia bellowed. Mike's jaw ticked and a slight frown appeared on his face as he gave a look to Amelia.

"You haven't broken up with her? Oh my! You didn't tell me you have a girlfriend!" she cried out, jerking her hands away from him. Flash news lady! No one tells the other person if they were going to cheat on someone. "I am sorry but things got muddled and I didn't have the right time for that. But I swear I was going to break up with her today" he defended, the panic in his eyes to see the woman taking a step back from him.

I scoffed. Shouldn't he be saying or explaining something to me? Shouldn't I be the first priority? I thought I was his most precious person, but look how wrong I was. I bet I wasn't even in his top five.

"Bravo, Mike Parker" I slow clapped, and both their heads turned in my direction. "Do you even remember yesterday was our anniversary? You planned to break up with me, that's why you didn't show up?" my voice was filled with bitterness. "Is she the reason you ignored all my texts and calls?"

Tension oozed from him, making me certain that I was right. How stupid I was to think that he might be busy. How stupid of me to be waiting for him. He didn't say anything because what could he, anyway?

Anger was boiling inside me and I practically saw red. I took two steps towards him, giving a sideway glare to the woman who narrowed her eyes at me. A loud slap came across Mike's left cheek. My action shocked everyone, especially the woman who gasped in horror. Mike snapped his head, his eyes sharp with rage. "What the hell?" he barked.

The audacity he had to question me when he was at the wrong? "You deserved it, Mike Parker. You fucking cheated on me! I was waiting for you for the whole night but you were with this woman!" Well, I didn't wait the whole night but it didn't matter. Sleeping with a stranger mistakenly doesn't count as cheating when he cheated on me intentionally.

"Tell me. How long have you been hooking up with her behind my back?" I implored when he didn't answer. The adversity was heavy. Mike opened his mouth but closed it again, glimpsing once at me and then at the redhead. "Tell me" I pressed, my voice firm. It surprised me that even though there was a hurricane brewing inside me, I still kept a straight face when all I wanted was to scream.

"Three months."

Three months. Ninety-two days. Mike had been cheating on me for more than three months. I was naive to not catch on to the hints I had gotten during the past three months. His sudden change in mood. Meeting me less and less. Having no mood to fuck. And the biggest, a lipstick mark on his shirt which I didn't mind as much as I thought it might be mine.

"I can't believe it! You were in a relationship yet you approached me? You are such a sleazy scumbag!" the redhead thundered with a grimace.

"Babe please, listen to me. It's not what you think. I love you so much. I was head over heels for you- I still am- and that's why I couldn't tell you about my girlfriend" Mike pleaded, catching up with her.

I had enough. I didn't come here to watch him act like a love-struck puppy with another woman. I was here to end things.

I walked over to him and looking into his emerald green eyes one last time, I said, "I dump you, Mike Parker. I fucking dump you. Rot in hell with this bitch by your side!" I snatched the thin gold necklace Mike gifted me last year and threw it on his face.

He growled, "Mind your language, Luna!" "You should have minded your actions then!"

One last glare at both of them, and I was out of the room. I didn't stop. I kept walking until I pushed the glass door of the hotel and came under the blanket of clear blue sky. The sun shone brightly above me but I felt blue.

The moment I came out, all the emotions canned inside me came out in a rush and I cried. I fucking bawled like a child but I didn't care. I was hurt. The pain I felt was excruciating. The first real relationship I had.