Sooo, I know exactly what will happen in the end, but I have no idea what will happen in between, so please leave a review telling what should happen next ;) ... and I am also annoyed that this chapter turned out to be shorter than I expected...
"I have something I need to tell you," Owen said firmly, leaning against his old mahogany desk.
"What is it?" Cristina looked confused.
"My wife is pregnant." He stared at the floor with his arms crossed.
Her vision became blurry. "Wow," she was astonished. "Congratulations."
"It's not mine." He lifted his eyes from the floor to see Cristina with her eyes closed, taking a deep breath.
"I don't quite know what to say," she admitted. "Or feel."
"You can tell me what's on your mind. Don't be scared."
"I feel sorry for you. I really do. But I also can't help but to feel happy, because this is a huge mess and in the end I might get you all to myself." She told him exactly what she thought.
"You want me all to yourself?"
"Yeah. Maybe. I don't know. Why wouldn't I?"
"Well I thought that we..."
"You thought that we were just fooling around? What am I to you? Am I just a screw?"
"Yes," he answered with a serious look on his face. "And you are a damn good one."
She shook his head and picked up her bag from the floor. "Nice," she replied with one word and stood up. She had only taken a few steps away from him when he turned around and kissed her. She slapped him, on his cheek. But he didn't really mind. "What the fuck do you want?" She asked, her hand on his chest, slightly trying to push him away.
He grabbed her ass with both of his hands, pulling her closer. "C'moon. I was kidding. You know that I'm not just using you for sex. Why would you think that?" He tried to reach down to kiss her but she pushed him away.
"Wow, aren't you a prince charming." She smiled at him, very sarcastically. His hands reached to her waist. She easily removed his hands. "Stop it, I'm serious. I feel slutty."
"Oh you can show me exactly how slutty you are feeling," he replied with his I-know-you-want-me smile on his face.
"Stop. I don't want to just jump right into having sex. We don't even know what we are doing!"
"We are just enjoying ourselves."
"Well I think that we should wait before we start enjoying each other."
"Cristina, the earth is calling!" Connor yelled into her ear. "What's wrong with Cristina?" Asked Paul, set his tray onto the table and sat down.
"I'm sorry, I was just reminiscing." Cristina smiled and stole few fries from Paul's plate.
"So. How was Mexico?" Connor asked.
"Mexico was beautiful," Cristina admitted.
"Are you still not going to tell us who you were with?" Paul enquired. "C'moon Cris, we are your best friends!" Connor continued.
"No I am not," she giggled. She lifted her gaze from Paul's food to see her mystery man leaning against the wall on the other side of the hall.
"Well you have to tell us at least something!" Connor demanded and tickled her stomach. She giggled until she saw the expression on his professors face. She turned to Connor to playfully slap his arm. He wrapped his arm around her. "You know that we all will find out someday"
"I doubt that." Cristina turned to check on her mystery man, only to see him looking very angry. He left with his arms crossed. "I need to go, I'll see you two later."
She hurried to his office, and locked the door behind her. She pushed off her shoes and her cardigan and walked towards Owen, who was sitting in his desk chair. Cristina moved behind him and let her hands move down from his shoulders to his chest.
"I have work to do." Owen cleared his throat.
Cristina pressed a kiss to his neck. "So?"
"I don't have time." Owen spoke very politely with a cold tone in his voice
"I think you have five minutes to spend," Cristina said, her hands traveling to his lower abdomen.
He grabbed her wrists and pushed her hands off. "I said, I don't have time."
"Okay is something wrong? Did I do something?" She questioned. She walked to the front of his desk and took a seat.
"Everything is fine." His eyes were glued to the papers on his desk.
"Everything is clearly not fine. Tell me!"
"I don't like the way he touches you," Owen admitted, crossing his arms and looking up from the desk.
"Who are you talking about?"
"I don't know his name. That friend of yours."
"You mean Connor?" She laughed. "Are you serious? We have been best friends through these three and a half years of college, I can't help it if he hugs me."
"Well can you tell him to stop it?"
"Why would I do that? Connor is my friend!"
"Well it's not like I can just tell him to stop!" He raised his voice. "Just end it."
"Excuse me? You are saying that I can't hug my friends?" Cristina laughed loudly and threw her hands in the air. "Owen what the hell is wrong with you? Nothing is going on between me and Connor!"
"That is not what I'm saying. I just know what his intentions are."
"What? So you are saying that he just wants to have sex with me?"
"Maybe..."
"Maybe? You have got to be kidding me!" She was furious and walked to the door.
"Cristina, don't go." He pleaded.
"Maybe we were a mistake. I'm going to go now, to have sex with Connor. You should get back together with your wife." Those were Cristina's last words before she stepped out from his office, even though he called her name, begging her not to leave.
Cristina dug out her phone from her pocket and dialed her friend, who answered almost immediately, as usual.
"Hey Cristina, what's up?"
"Connor I need a drink."
"Whoa. What happened? You don't drink."
"Are you home? Can I come over?"
"Yeah sure, you want me to pick you up?"
"No thanks. I'll be there soon. Bye."
"Bye Cris."
In 25 minutes Cristina was in Connors apartment, sitting on his sofa, pouring a glass of wine down her throat.
"I have a huge problem."
"Okay. Tell me, maybe I can help you."
"No you can't. No one can. And I'm not sure if I can tell you, because there are certain things that you don't know about me, and you might get mad if I tell you, because I haven't told you before." She poured more wine to her glass.
"Sounds serious. Don't worry, I wont get mad I promise." Connor fixed his position on the sofa.
"Okay umm... I don't know where to start." She cleared her throat. "I'm getting married."
"Wow! Why haven't you told me before. That sounds amazing! And you guys just went to Mexico!" Connor was so exited.
"They are not the same guy," Cristina admitted and drank the glass of wine she was holding in her small hands.
"What? Who are they?" Connor was stunned.
"My fiancé's name is James. I've known him since I was eight years old, he was my neighbor. Our moms are best friends. And the one I wen't to Mexico with is married, but they are having some problems."
"Cristina! How could I not know this!" Connor was a bit hurt, because his best friend hadn't told him this. "And well young marriages usually never end well." He thought that Cristina's lover was someone their age.
"The problem is that the guy I went to Mexico with sees me every day at school and he got mad at me because you and I are close. And then I got mad and I don't want to be mad and I don't want him to be mad because I really like him," she admitted.
"Wow. Well he's got nothing to worry about. Actually I want to say something." Connor admitted.
"I'm all ears."
"I... I like boys. I'm gay."
"Wow, I wouldn't have guessed! You're not exactly a stereotypical gay." Cristina felt happy. At least now she knew that Connor really wasn't into her.
"Yeah. That's what my mom said too," Connor giggled. "So what are you going to do with your problem?"
"I'm not sure." She stared at her friend and tilted her head. "Maybe you could help me," she continued with a devious smile.
Connor was a bit scared because of the look on her face, implying that she had something really crazy on her mind. "Yeah sure. What is it?" He hesitated before he answered.
"Okay so here is what we are going to do..."
Cristina and Connor were walking down in the left wing of their university. Her eyes caught Owen, 90 feet away. His back was facing her, since he was talking to someone else.
"Wrap your arm around me," she whispered to Connor. "And look happy," she added. Connor did exactly as he was told.
They walked past him and Cristina demanded Connor to squeeze her bottom. He questioned her, but obeyed, wondering who the mystery-man was. She knew that Owen observed them, and wanted him to feel jealous.
They continued doing this for two weeks. Cristina started to wonder if Owen was going to do anything about it. Or should she make the first move?
That was until on a rainy Tuesday morning, he texted her to swing by her office.
"You wanted to see me?" She asked with a soft voice and locked the door behind her, hoping for something to happen, that would be only safe to happen if the door was locked.
"Yes, have a seat." He watched her sit down on the chair in front of his desk. "The assignment that I gave a week ago was due yesterday."
"Is this what you wanted to talk about?" She didn't think that he was serious.
"Yes. Is there something I should want to talk about?" He raised his eyebrows.
"I thought that you would have wanted to talk about us," she said quietly, he could barely hear her.
"What is there to talk about?"
"Well you know that I have been spending a lot of time with Connor..."
He cut her sentence. "Cristina, I don't give a shit about you and Connor," he admitted.
"I... I thought that you'd be..." she stuttered.
"What? Jealous? Mad? Only ones who could be mad are our imaginary children when they find out that their mother is a hooker," he laughed.
"Excuse me? Did you just call me a whore?" She raised his voice.
He didn't answer. Instead he ran his hand through his hair, still laughing.
"You know what? Go fuck yourself!" She practically yelled, looking very irritated.
He continued to laugh. "I don't have to. I have a wife, you know."
Now she gave him a confusing look. Owen kicked his wife out of their house, didn't he?
"A wife. A person I am married to. Who I live with. Who I have sex..." he tried to speak but she cut him short.
"I thought you said that you kicked her out?"
"I did. But I took your advice when you told me two weeks ago that I should get back together with my wife."
She was disappointed. It felt like someone stabbed her in the heart. She couldn't move, or breathe, or talk. She just stared into his eyes. How could he do this, make her fall for hi... Wait. Why was she so sad? She knew that she wouldn't live happily ever after with her professor. In the beginning she didn't even want to know him. It had all changed. And didn't he really care about her? At all? She thought that he did, but the man she thought that really cared about just called her a prostitute and told that he is back together with his wife. This was not what she had wanted.
She was broken.
