Okay, I'm now bothered.

Kendra Kane is officially getting on my nerves. For the last hour, I've been getting the sly evils from her, while Mitch is getting the cutesy smiles and the fluttery lash thing. God, it's embarrassing. Beyond annoying. And when she's not giving me the evils or being all sweetsy-tweetsy with Mitch; she's staring.

And, EVERY SINGLE BLOODY TIME (in bold print to express just how feral I am currently feeling) that I nip to the loo, or Mitch himself does, or my attention is elsewhere for just a few moments...that girl is there.

Now, I'm not the jealous type, but Kendra Kane—she's bringing out my inner bitch. I didn't even think I had an inner bitch, but after quite a few gin and tonics and the double vodka shot that I've not long downed out of sheer frustration; my inner bitch is ready to have it out with the very annoying singing dwarf.

After deciding to grab both myself and Mitch one of the rather scrummy strawberry and vanilla cupcakes, that bitchy barracuda has decided to join him and the other two actors that I left him having a fun conversation with. Like I said, beyond annoying!

"There you go." With a smile that is probably far sweeter than the buttercream icing on our cupcakes, I hand one to Mitch, completely ignoring Kendra. "Sorry guys, I should have got you both one as well?" I cheerfully say to the two acting acquaintances, still completely ignoring the pint-sized piranha.

"I've not long had a sneaky one," says the one guy with a crooked grin. "Might need to grab myself another one now." His grin now erupts into a full on smile.

"I think I'll go and get one, before greedy guts here eats them all." The other guy teases. "Shall we get you a cupcake, Kendra?"

She smiles like she has just been asked something that is completely and utterly out of the question. "No, no thank you."

Just as his teeth are about to sink into the delicious sponge and buttercream, Mitch interrupts. "Kendra doesn't touch refined sugars or carbs. The only thing she will allow herself to eat on this cupcake, is the strawberry and its paper casing." His blue eyes are full of nothing but sarcasm as he proceeds to start eating his drool-worthy dessert.

Arming herself with the same sarcasm, her response is so sickly sweet back to him. "How nice that you remembered, babe."

Babe? Did she just call him babe? My feral thoughts are now wildly scrambling around inside of my head, needing to just set themselves free to do verbal harm to the inescapable ex.

In amongst Mitch's mission to insult Kendra, the two actors make for a hasty retreat towards the desserts, while he himself happily continues to eat, and to enjoy, his strawberry and vanilla cupcake. Together, we continue eating and smiling at one another, hoping that Kendra will get the message that her company is no longer welcome around us. But you know what? That girl has a thick skin. Maybe being a singer has given her that thick skin? So, she just stands there. Sipping on her champagne, looking all pouty and pretty. She does this, until she finds an excuse to try and touch Mitch again. "Oops, you've got some cream on your cheek," she sweetly says, before reaching out to Mitch.

Jerking his head hard to avoid her touch, his brows furrow closely together. "I've got it, thanks." Then he himself, wipes the cream away with the back of his hand with just one agitated and quick swipe.

Okay, my inner bitch has most definitely had enough.

I've had gin.

A double vodka shot.

And a quick cupcake high.

I'm ready to confront the inexcusable ex.

"Kendra, I'm just going to put this to you, because frankly, you're now making a complete fool of yourself." I'm looking at her brown eyes, squarely on—hard with attitude.

As innocently as her black eyelashes will allow, Kendra then calmly and coolly answers me. "What exactly are you putting to me, Rebecca?"

From one bitch to another, I forthrightly give it to her. "One word...EX...there's a reason for that, my lovely."

At first, hurt dances across her castaneous spheres that are blankly staring back at me, before that hurt stare quickly changes to a more scornful, chestnut scowl. "I have one word for you, too." She's determined to have the last word.

Holding my confident ground, I reply with. "And what's that?"

Tilting her head upwards, Kendra's chin is now jubilantly much higher than mine ever could be. "Pregnant...there's a reason for that, my lovely." With her bitchy bombshell well and truly dropped, she smugly rubs her stomach before sashaying away with a smirk smeared all over her face.

Every atom of confidence that I had, literally drains away from me.

Suddenly, I feel cold.

Suddenly, I can't move.

Suddenly, I can't speak.

At some point, I look across to Mitch, who looks just as mute and immobile as I am. "Is she?" I can't even bring myself to say the word pregnant. It won't formulate on my tongue. It won't come out of my mouth.

Mitch looks pale.

Pale and lost.

Pale, lost and thoroughly confused.

"I have no idea what the hell is going on. You stay here because I need to go and sort this shit out." His face looks burdened, while his demeanour looks angrily now determined. "I'll come and find you once I've had this out with Kendra." Then, he briskly leaves me.

The coldness is still running through my veins and I'm silently now trying to process all that has just happened.

Has Mitch still been seeing Kendra during our thing together?

I can forgive a lot of things, but not that.

If he hasn't, when was the last time he slept with her?

In light of her revelation, it's something that I feel I should be told.

God, I have sooooo many questions.

So many emotions.

They, and this room, now feel like they are all beginning to suffocate me.

Knowing that I can't stay here for a moment longer, I hurry to find some fresh air. I don't care where exactly that fresh air is, I only know that my lungs need it. I haven't cried in years, but that is all that I'm now wanting to do.

The easiness of Mitch and I, has suddenly now gone.

The simplicity of our thing, has turned into something complicated.

The fun, has been replaced with stress.

This isn't what I signed up for.

Getting hurt, isn't something that I will freely walk into.

Yet here I am, feeling hurt.

With a bracing wind coldly wrapping its strong breeze all around me, I'm thinking about what I should do next. Maybe I should look for the driver who is meant to be waiting for us to finish up at this party before dropping us back to the hotel? After all, my overnight bag is still in that car. But as I am looking out to the large, circular-shaped driveway, there are a lot of cars here, and some have drivers in, and all of those chauffeur driven cars are black. Nothing is helping me at this late and windy hour, to recognise the car or the driver who brought us here. At the time, my concentration was all on Mitch, all on the fun we were about to have. Great! My thoughts silently fume. Just wanting to go, I decide to try and find our car and our driver, then I can ask him to take me back to the hotel and come back for Mitch when he is ready. I should imagine that he's going to be quite some time. A quick chat isn't going to sort out the whole pregnancy bombshell, that's for sure. I know I could hang around and wait, but I don't want to hang around and wait...I just want to go.

Carefully stepping down each one of the cascading stone steps, I feel better knowing that I'll soon be out of here. In my high heels, I push through the windy night air, determined to find that driver. Knocking on the window of the first chauffeur driven car that I reach, I wait for it to roll down for me. As soon as it does, right away I realise that this can't be our driver, because this chauffeur is female. "Sorry, I'm looking for our driver."

"What's your name?" The friendly lady asks.

"I'm Rebecca, I'm with Mitch Heston, I can't seem to remember who brought us." Embarrassed and feeling cold, I shrug with a little tremble.

"Your driver is two cars in front of me." She smiles, waiting to roll her window back up with her finger poised on the button, not wanting to let any of the cold in and any of the heat out.

With a tight smile, I thank her. "Great, thank you so much."

Hugging myself, I'm hurrying towards the car. When I'm just about to get into it, I hear Mitch's shout breaking through the wind of the night. "Rebecca?" Freezing to the sound of his voice, I turn and solemnly stand with my back leaning against the car. I say nothing but watch him stalking towards me. "Where are you going?" He asks, a deep frown etched across the shadowed area of his forehead.

I don't answer until he's closer. "To the hotel."

"Without me?" He's now in front of my face, looking more burdened than ever.

"I thought it was best I go." My reply somehow sounds so small and so weak. Small and so utterly defeated. The war of words between myself and Kendra has not long taken place, and I embarrassingly lost that war.

Shoving his hands deeply into his front pockets, Mitch tilts his head to look at me. "She was lying, Rebecca."

Only then, do I feel like I can finally breathe. Only then, do I feel like my heart isn't being squeezed of all its life-giving beats. "She lied about being pregnant?" Comes my stunned question.

Narrowing his eyes with a pinched expression, Mitch heavily sighs. "Yeah, that's Kendra all over. Just to get her daily quota of attention, she lies. This is what she does. She creates drama. She stirs shit up. Which is why in the eight months of seeing her, we were more off than on." He looks at me, flashes of anger still present in his gaze. "I'm sorry about her, I really am." Removing his hands from the deepness of his pockets, he's wondering whether it's now okay to touch me. "I really am, Rebecca."

Before inviting him to lay another finger on me, I need to know something else. "Have you been with Kendra since you met me?"

Mitch instantly stands taller, almost offended. "No! I haven't! The last time I was ever with Kendra was a few weeks before I met you."

"And you slept with her?" I know it's not my right to ask, but hell, I'm asking anyway.

Mitch holds onto the back of his neck with one hand, looking tense as he quietly gives me my answer. "Yes, and I'm not proud of it, either. Things were never right between us. Kendra is incapable of separating the stage from her real life. Everything has to be some kind of performance with her. She's always trying to become the centre of attention. It done my head in. I knew we could never work, so I ended things. On the night that I last slept with her, it was just sex—for old times sake, sex—that was all." Mitch exhales, sounding full to the brim with regret. "Since meeting you, Rebecca, there's been no one else...no one."

The wind is getting noisier and colder all around us, so my reply is said through chattering teeth. "I believe you."

Noticing that I'm cold, Mitch sweeps his arms all around me. "You look freezing." His hands are rubbing my arms, while his body protectively presses itself against me. "How about we go back to the hotel and have a warm bath together?" Embracing me tightly, I know that Mitch isn't in any way being sexually suggestive, I think he genuinely just wants to warm me up. To warm our relationship back up.

Relaxing my chin on his shoulder, I can only smile with a tremble on my mouth. "That would be nice."

Hugging me hard, Mitch sounds relieved. "Good, let's go."