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"Are you fucking serious " I exclaim at Andrew as I roughly pulled on my clothes before hitting him on the chest. Violently.

"She wasn't supposed to be coming home, I'm sorry but this is over I can't see you anymore" he said walking over. He took my bag from his table and pushed it into my body.

I stared at him like he'd lost his mind. He was the one begging me and telling me he loved me and now it's just over. How did i not know he was fucking married.

"Clearly" I mumbled pulling on my shorts.

I honestly don't know how I could be so unlucky and stupid at the same time. With the same guy.

I didn't love him but seriously, this is ridiculous.

I barely had my coat on before I was standing alone outside his room. I made the unfortunate trip to my student building and pressed for the lift.

How was I supposed to know he was married. She was in another country but now she's coming to England.

I've been friends with this guy for a while now and he seemed like an alright guy. That was until now.

He was always really full on and touchy but I didn't notice that until recently and now I ended up in bed with him.

Fuck sake.

I stepped inside the lift .

I was too busy cursing at myself that I didn't notice that I was not actually alone. I had someone else in here with me.

Well if that ain't awkward.

" Well that took longer than I anticipated" the guy says as he checks his watch.

When I glanced up to meet his eyes. I swallowed nervously and tucked my lip into my mouth.

Did I have the worst luck ever.

" do you have any idea how crazy you just looked cursing at yourself with your eyes wide and scary" his voice was deep but the humour was evident.

"I didn't ask for your opinion why don't you mind your own business" I snap at him. I really didn't have time to be discussing anything about what he just witnessed.

He seems to be momentarily shocked at my outburst.

" ain't you just salty " he comments yet again.

"I'm just having a bad day what do you expect me to be like."

I'm hoping he realises that, that was a rhetorical question.

" what, was your fuck buddy not good enough" as those words left his mouth I widened my eyes. Pretty sure I'm about to have a heart attack. How did he even know i was just having sex.

"How did you?" I ask.

He shakes his head. His thumb sliding down his lip in a sickly sexy way.

"Do you think I don't know what a girl looks like after having sex" he asks.

Thats just gross.

I knew this guy, I mean anyone around here would be stupid not to know this guy.

Alex Sawyer was probably one of the last people I expected to ever speak to. He was a serious deal round here with his family being stupidly rich. He was also part of the rugby team at the University. And insanely hot.

He was known for sleeping with girls but he never shared details. Not even to his teammates.

" what the fuck is wrong with this elevator" I say quickly turning around and rapidly pushing the floor button. The more time I spend with him the worst this gets.

I clench my fists when I hear his laughter behind me.

" I'm going down and you hadn't pressed where you wanted to go" I stare at him more like glaring at him.

He raises his arms up " It's not my fault you don't know how to use a elevator" yes because a 19 year old doesn't know how to use an elevator.

"Whatever" I roll my eyes at him I'm sick of this.

"Speak a word of this and I Swear to god I will kill you" I point a threatening finger at him. Thankfully the doors opened up to my floor.

"I'll keep your dirty little secret don't worry " he says before letting the elevator door close behind him.

I banged my head against the wall.

You idiot, Freya.