CHAPTER 30: THE DEAL IS OFF

DIONNAH'S POV

I woke up thirsty as hell. It was late and my head was banging like congo drums. I had a hangover so I decided to grab an aspirin from my bathroom. I swallowed the pill and downed a bottle of water. I stared at my reflection. My face looked tired as thoughts of Michael came into my head, then the conversation I accidentally overheard of him on the phone came crashing in my mind. How dare he? Who does he think he is?

He fucking invited a date to the rehearsal dinner and wedding. I couldn't believe he would do this to me. And that wasn't all, he said and I quote, "It's fine with me. But we would only be fucking. I'm not looking for a relationship."

What the actual fuck! So that was the type of man he truly was. A womanizing pig — with a huge — “Urgh," I groaened. “Get a grip, Dee," I blew out a breath.

I hurried back to my bedroom and hopped into bed. Michael was a disgusting person. He thought I would continue sleeping with him if he was bringing another woman into t