Valentine Fling

3|Shocking News

The first woman stared at me intently. She looked at my appearance from head to toe, then gave me a cynical look. The second woman eyed me arrogantly. She crossed her arms over her chest. I didn't recognize either of them.

“Sorry, you're blocking my way,” I said politely.

“You're the one blocking our way,” the first woman retorted fiercely.

I smiled. “In that case, I'm sorry.” I walked towards the left, but the second woman shifted and closed my way. I turned to the right, the first woman standing in my way. “What do you want?”

“That's the question I've been waiting for,” the first woman said. “Stay away from Paris, and don't hurt her anymore.” The woman glared at me.

I furrowed my brow at the name. “Paris?” I asked in confusion.

“Don't play dumb. Paris was Vaughn's first love. You had the heart to separate them and did everything possible to get him to marry you.”

Hearing that name reminded me of who they were. Although the meeting was brief, they were by Paris' side when she threatened me. She told me to stay away from Vaughn because he was only hers. It was a strange statement, since Vaughn only considered her a casual friend.

I chuckled. “Didn't I hear wrong? I separated them? Vaughn regards Paris as an ordinary friend.”

They laughed amusedly. “An ordinary friend doesn't get his friend pregnant,” the second woman remarked.

I was stunned to hear that. Didn't she misspeak? Who was pregnant? Paris called me but didn't say anything about the pregnancy. She only mocked me because we had to cancel the wedding, and Vaughn was with her.

“Wait. You didn't know Paris was pregnant?” the first woman taunted. “Look at her face. She's so funny. Do you think they're just friends? Hey, Paris and Vaughn have a special relationship. You should know that from his attitude of being unable to see Paris suffer.”

“Vaughn didn't come on New Year's Eve because he was with Paris. They enjoyed the night together at her apartment,” the second woman added.

That sentence pierced my heart deeply. Vaughn said he had too much to drink with his friends and canceled coming to my house. He didn't want my family to see him drunk. That night, he stayed at a friend's house.

I believed him because his friend confirmed his confession. I was dumbfounded they were lying to me to cover up Vaughn's affair. They weren't Paris. They were good people who supported my relationship with Vaughn.

“Paris had an accident on the way to your wedding. Had you seen how panicked Vaughn was when he found out, you would have been heartbroken,” the first woman shared.

“Thankfully, it turned out well. The doctor found out Paris was pregnant and Vaughn didn't marry the wrong woman,” the second woman chimed in.

Oh my God. I thought I suffered the worst moment of my life with the wedding cancellation. But it got even worse than that. My future husband impregnated another woman. How could Vaughn hurt me that deeply?

“You'd better not interfere with their relationship anymore. It's time for Vaughn and Paris to be happy. If you approach Vaughn again, your family's reputation will be ruined. It'll be more than what the media is reporting right now,” the first woman mocked.

“Go away,” I ordered.

She scoffed. “Kick us out if you can,” she challenged me.

“If you don't leave, I'll call Orlando and have him call your boss. He can fire you no matter where you work. You haven't forgotten the Maxwell Group is very influential in this city, have you?” I threatened.

They swallowed heavily. “Do-don't talk nonsense. I'll spread your di-disgrace if my boss fired me,” the first woman stammered.

“Come on. Let's go. Our business with this evil woman is over,” the second woman urged.

They hurried away while looking right and left. I took a deep breath, calming my emotions. I quickly wiped away my tears. Luckily, they revealed that worthless man's secret. I was even more determined to forget him.

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I did that a few times until I felt better. I wouldn't let the news about him and Paris ruin my vacation plans. Once on the plane, I wouldn't cry for that bastard.

The boarding announcement caught my attention. I listened carefully to the flight number and destination. I smiled as my boarding pass showed those numbers and letters. That was my flight. I rushed to the waiting room.

Orlando was the best brother! He got business class in the nick of time. I sat down with relief and placed my sling bag on the floor. The trip would be long, but I could sleep, eat, and watch during the flight.

I took out my phone and dialed his number. “I'm in the cabin,” I said when he answered my call.

“Good. Enjoy your trip,” Orlando said.

“Um,” I muttered.

“Lettie,” he said in a warning tone, ”enjoy.”

“Okay, okay,” I relented.

Orlando knew I was going to ask about Vaughn. Why did he have to be so obnoxious? I wouldn't change my mind or go back to him if I knew he was looking for me. I just wanted to know if he regretted breaking his promise.

I laughed to myself. How stupid of me. What was I thinking? Vaughn couldn't have any regrets. He must be thrilled to be a father. That was why he canceled the wedding without telling me. That bastard was too happy with the woman carrying his child.

“Good evening, sir. May I see your boarding pass?” a flight attendant asked the newly arrived man. The tone of her voice caught my attention.

I turned and saw a tall, large man standing not far in front of me. He obliged the flight attendant by handing her a piece of paper. Wow. He was handsome. He had neatly styled dark brown hair, a Roman nose, thin lips, and a strong jaw. Perfect.

How could I not see those qualities earlier when he was helping me? Oh. I was panicked and hungry. That was probably why. I looked around me. He didn't follow me, did he? Ah, no way. Such a handsome man would have no time to stalk a woman as careless as me.

“This is your seat,” the woman said, pointing at the empty seat beside me. I couldn't believe my luck!

“Thank you,” the man said in his deep, heavy voice.

“Would you like something to drink now? A hot or cold drink?” the flight attendant asked with a friendly smile.

“Not now. Thank you.” The man sat down and examined his surroundings. Mm. What was his name? Damn. I held my urination earlier, so I didn't quite catch his name.

“Okay. Here's your boarding pass, Mr. Walters.” The woman handed back the paper. Oh. There he was! Dylan Walters.

I prepared to answer, but the flight attendant left without offering me a drink. I gaped in disbelief. What kind of attitude was that? The guy just arrived, and she served him well. I was seated and ready to be served, but she just walked away.

“Good evening. We meet again,” the handsome man greeted.

I smiled at him. “Yep, we meet again and sit next to each other.”

“If you need privacy, feel free to close the divider. I don't mind,” he said, misunderstanding what I meant.

“Oh, no. I'll close it if I want to sleep. I like to chat,” I explained. “Or, do you want me to close it? Are you going to work on something?” I glanced at his bag.

“I'm not. I like to chat, too,” he replied and placed his bag by his feet.

Perfect! The trip was going to be fun. I was sitting in business class, I had a handsome seatmate, and we shared the same interests. A good start. Orlando was probably right. I need to open my eyes and see that there were better men than that assh*le Vaughn.

The guy sitting in business class was certainly no ordinary person. His appearance was classy, the watch was expensive, and no rings were on his fingers. What I liked best was that his cologne smelled like citrus, and his breath was minty. Okay. He could be my first experiment.