Pushing Anthony out of my apartment was harder than I first thought. First I tried to just shove him out of the door but the big lug of a man didn't even budge – which was a major stab at my recently returned inner pride since she was under the impression I had good upper body strength; I think she has left on yet another vacation. I then, trusted my inner self and threw his stuff outside hoping he would follow it, like a dog does a ball but sadly, he didn't. I was beginning to think he had more in common with his mother than I first thought.

Finally I had come up with a great idea, I made a cup of coffee and threatened to tip it on his crotch again.

"You wouldn't." He said. "If you ever want kids you wouldn't." He had tried to tap into my inner woman who held the small affection to the tiny people but even she was too busy filing her nails to stop me.

"Try me," I smirked devilishly at him, the evil glint in my eyes and the slight unsteady twitch of my hand had him quickly backing up into the door and leaving me in peace and far away from his offer to 'explore what it is I really needed'.

Grabbing a small silver spoon and the large jar of Nutella I decided to just relax for a little while. I deserved that right? With everything that has been going on, my inner self and her crazy ways, the return of my inner pride and her sudden departure, my inner woman and her desires to make the most of Anthony's offer and of course, let's not forget the whole 'your father is bankrupt and you have to marry a man you despise' scenario.

Yes, you deserve some you time! My inner self beamed at me, she was already licking her lips as she eyed the Nutella.

Smiling to myself I slid across the floor boards in my socks and bumped into the couch, falling on to the hardly stretched material.

Okay, so the apartment wasn't that bad but as couches go, this was the worst one you could have bought.

Grabbing the control off the arm of the chair I flicked through the TV shows that I had yet to catch up on, smiling as I stilled on Game of Thrones. Am I in the mood for that?

Are you in the mood to have your heart ripped out and smashed before your eyes as the characters you love meet their slow and painful ends?

I pouted. I only had two favourites still left alive and there was only two episodes left in the season. Surely they wouldn't die?

That's what you said last time... and then their body was decapitated and you suddenly became very cautious of weddings.

Bitting my bottom lip I tried to make a decision. My inner self was right. I'm doing it. I smiled and clicked play.

I warned you.

I opened my jar of Nutella and dug my spoon in, gathering up the delicious food that was sent from the heavens to turn any tough, crappy and frustrating day into something worth living. I moaned the moment the sweet taste of the Nutella rolled along my tongue and slid, slowly, down my throat, filling my stomach with its beautiful goodness.

Well not really, goodness, do you know fattening that is?

Shut up! Don't ruin this for me.

I smiled, completely at ease, eating my favourite food and watching the beautiful John Snow as he... no! What is happening!

I told you!

"I swear to god, you better not die!" I screamed at the TV, my newly found peace was squashed like a bug as my rage began to set in. I can't lose another favourite character. I just can't, my heart can't take it anymore.

Then don't watch! My inner self smiled sadistically as she feed off my emotional pain.

Bitch.

I watched anxiously, one swing of the sword to another, my grip on the jar of Nutella becoming deathly tight. And then... then...

"Ha!" I screamed in joy as he survived the ordeal. "Take that stupid ugly person whose name I don't know."

I don't think that person does have a name.

I squealed and jumped off the couch, landing on my butt, on the floor. My heart was racing a million miles an hour and the adrenaline suddenly pumping through my veins gave me a little head rush.

My inner self also fell off the couch, only her fall had more to do with my fall and how the simple ringing of my phone startled me so.

Oh god, if only I had that on tape! She laughed at me.

Thank you inner self. Wait? The phones ringing!

You just realised?

Jumping to my feet I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and answered it breathlessly.

"Hi," the manly voice answered a little high pitched. Was he surprised that I answered? He did call me. "Ah Ms Martin?"

You tell me buddy, you're the one who called.

"Speaking." I clarified for him. Frowning I pulled my phone back and stared at the number. It wasn't one I recognised.

He is talking and you can't hear him, if your ear isn't there. Idiot.

With wide eyes I realised my inner self was right and held the phone against my ear listening as the man rambled on.

"... Is Xavier Collison." The man said. Is that supposed to ring a bell?

Yeah sorry bud, I'm no church, there are no bells ringing in this attic.

"Who?" I questioned. Did I just sound rude? Whoops.

He paused from a moment. "Xavier Collison," he repeated. "I was the doctor who stitched up your finger." He said slowly, almost a little unsure.

Ah the onion flirting guy! How could you have forgotten that one?

Let me know when you find out. I smiled and sat down on the couch to get comfortable.

Talk Sky that is what a phone is for.

Shit yeah! My eyes widened as I suddenly remembered I hadn't said anything. "Hi! I'm so sorry I totally spaced. What can I do for you doctor?"

Totally spaced? Yeah nice English Sky.

"Well I was calling just to check up on how those onions were treating you?" I could almost hear his smile on the other end of the phone.

I giggled. "The onions are treating me just fine thanks, we made a truce, I don't cut them and they don't cut me." I smiled, proud of my answer.

Welcome back Inner Pride!

Xavier chuckled deeply and I found myself liking the sound. "I am truly glad to hear that Ms Martin."

"Please call me Sky."

Or sexy. Either one's fine with me.

"Well Sky, I actually lied to you," He confessed, his tone more serious than before.

What?

I frowned a little confused and slightly annoyed.

"I didn't call you just to see how you finger was, I'm afraid." He continued. "I was actually wondering if you would join me for dinner tonight. I know its late notice but I would love your entertaining company."

Oh. My. God.

I know! I dragged the phone away from my mouth as I smiled and lifted my feet in the air, and doing a little happy dance.

He thinks your company is entertaining, he clearly isn't a good judge of character.

I know! – wait, what?

"Sky?" Xavier's soft voice asked hesitantly as he pulled me back to the phone and away from my inner self.

"Oh, sorry." I apologised for my lack of attention. "Of course, I would love to go to dinner with you."

Play it cool, don't let him know how excited you are.

Right. Good advice.

"That's great news!" He beamed at me. Aw he sounds so happy.

Cool Sky.

Right, I got this. "So just text me the details?" I kept my voice at a middle tone and tried to contain my smile.

"Oh, yeah. Does seven work for you?"

"Seven is fine."

"Okay, I'll see you at seven."

We both said our goodbyes and hung up. The minute he was off the phone I smiled and jumped up and down with excitement. This was the best day ever! The text message from Xavier came almost instantly with the time, date, and address - even though he wrote he would pick me up.

"Aw, look he even signed it with xo." I smiled fondly at the small screen.

Ewe, you're getting too sappy for me to handle.

Biting my lip to help hold in my excitement I clicked play on my show and hugged my pillow close, nothing could possible ruin this moment.

I wonder, My inner self started to put thoughts in my head. Is it classified as cheating if you go on this date?

My smiled fell.

I mean you are technically engaged and he did considerately say he was going to wait until you knew what you want before he made you sigh any agreements. That was nice of him.

He also did hit on his assistant and made no intentions of staying faithful to me during that period of time.

But he didn't, not say he was going to remain faithful.

"My brain hurts." I groaned as I hit myself in the head with my pillow. Can't I ever just watch something without you? I asked my inner self.

Fine. I'm going to go find your Conscience, maybe she can help you.

Taking a deep breath I pouted in frustration. Should I still go? Do I tell Xavier what has happened and ask him if he still wanted to go to dinner?... Or maybe I deserve one last chance to be free, to have a date with someone who was generally interested in me and not just with me because they had to be.

No. No, more thinking. My brain is going to explode if I think anymore. Shaking my head of my thoughts I focussed on my TV and season finale of Game of Thrones. Eating another spoonful of Nutella I let myself get lost in the show, the drama that was unfolding had me on edge and as the show began to wrap it's up I was staring wide eyed at the screen.

Who's still alive?

The guys' uncle? Remember him. It was a while ago.

The jar of Nutella fell from my hands and hit the floor with a loud thud as I gawked at the screen, my eyes wide and my mouth hanging open. The tears pricked in my eyes and a lump began to form in the back of my throat.

Did they just...

No. No this can't be.

I think they did.

No!

They did.

The screen went blank and the credits began to roll up the screen but I was still frozen in place. "I am never watching this stupid show again!"