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Carmella eyed Peyton up and down. “Who are you?” Carmella asked.
“That’s Peyton. She’s Undertaker’s date,” Simon said.
“No,” Ryan growled.
“Right, right, sorry we agreed I wouldn’t call you that.” Simon laughed. He looked down at Carmella and made a face. “He has no sense of humor.”
Carmella squealed. “Oh, my gosh, I’ve never met one of Ryan’s girls before. This is so exciting. I’m Simon’s wife, Carmella.”
“His wife?” Peyton asked. Her ears buzzed, the noise getting louder and louder. She looked around the room, trying to get her bearings. Her mind raced to catch up with what was happening in front of her. Was she being punked? This was like some bad movie.
Carmella smiled and waved her hand in the air. A huge diamond sparkled on her ring finger. “Seven years.”
Oh my god, she was a home wrecker. How had this happened? He was married? Her eyes flashed to his bare ring finger. Why didn’t he wear a ring like a normal person?
“Who’s watching the kids?” Simon asked his wife.
“You have kids?” Peyton squeaked.
“Yep, three of them,” Carmella replied to Peyton before turning to her husband and patting his chest. “Don’t worry, when Chelan called and asked me to come, she’d already okayed it with her nanny, so they are all at our place.”
Peyton placed a hand on her stomach. Oh, my god she was going to be sick. She needed to get out of here. Her eyes flashed around the room. “Where’s the bathroom?” she asked.
The woman across the island from her, Kendall possibly, pointed to the staircase on the right. “It’s upstairs at the end of the hall. You can’t miss it.”
“Thanks,” she murmured before making a beeline out of the room.
Once inside the washroom, she leaned her hands against the counter and dropped her head. How had this happened? How could she be dating a married man? She’d asked him about his relationship status, and he’d told her he was single. She cringed. No, he’d said there was no one she’d needed to worry about, and she’d stupidly thought that meant he was single. Paired with the naked ring finger and she’d figured it was fine. Sure, she’d expected he might be a bit of a player because he was a professional athlete, but she’d thought that meant more he wouldn’t get serious about her, which is why they still hadn’t officially slept together despite several weeks of dating.
She covered her mouth and groaned. Ew, she’d had oral sex with a married man. Gross.
She sat down on the edge of the tub. Oh my god, she was the other woman. Nausea rolled in her gut. No, no, no, no, no. This was not happening. She couldn’t be the other woman.
An affair had ripped her parents apart. There was no way she was going to be that person. She’d done everything right. How could this happen?
She looked around the washroom. Great and now she was stuck in a stranger’s bathroom with the guy she was having an affair with downstairs with his wife. She was a home wrecker.Oh my god.She was no better than the women her dad had been with.
She had to get out of here. But how?
With trembling hands, she pulled her phone out of her purse. Her vision blurred as she tried to pull up her contacts.Great, and now she was crying.Shewiped her face, took a shuddering breath, and dialed her best friend Rayne. The second Rayne picked up, she whispered, “He’s married.”
“Who’s married?” Rayne whispered back.
“Simon,” Peyton whispered louder.
“Holy shit, he’s married,” Rayne yelled. “Sorry. He’s married?” she whispered.
Peyton chortled, making a weird half-laugh, half-snotty-crying sound.She wiped her nose with the back of her hand. “Why are you whispering?”
“I don’t know. You were whispering so I went with it,” Rayne answered.
“Well, I’m hiding in the bathroom at a party. That’s why I’m whispering,” Peyton replied. She looked over at the small bathroom window. Shoot, there was no way she could squeeze out of that little thing.
Oh god, she couldn’t breathe. Why was it so hot in here? She grabbed the edge of her shirt and fanned herself.
“Pey, you still there?” Rayne’s voice cut through the buzzing in her ears.
“Yeah, just trying to figure out how I’m going to get out of here. Can you come pick me up?”
