Alison.
Alright, we knew how this would end, with the kids traumatized by the noises about to burst from the cleaning closet. As the maid of honor, I had to prevent that.
“No way, no one told me being a maid of honor would involve covering for a couple of horny adults who can’t wait for the… damn honeymoon!”
“Alright, folks, you can head to the hall where the celebration is going to take place.” Everyone was whispering as they slowly exited through the giant door. “The newlyweds are discussing marital assets.”
“Surely, she’ll end up with his disgusting…,” I thought to myself as I scooped up Taylor and held a very angry Jeremy’s hand. He tends to get jealous when Henry takes possession of Anna, and vice versa-they’re equally sick.
“Why are you in such a hurry?” I knew that, at some point during this entire journey to the other room, that annoying voice would float into my eardrums. Liam, always breaking my limited patience.
“I don’t want anyone hearing disturbing noises,” I whispered into Liam’s ear, being watched by a confused Taylor as he looked at the bustling crowd, probably searching for his mother.
“You know about those, don’t you?” he insinuated, the jerk, causing my neck to prickle as the depth and raspiness of his voice permeated my entire body.
At the same time as that crappy comment, I reached the hall, handed Taylor over to one of Anna’s university friends, and left Jeremy with her as well. She takes care of them every weekend when they go out to “eat”; they would be fine.
“Yes, I have to hear you almost every day, so of course, I know about annoying noises,” I muttered close to his face, my nose wrinkling so much that he smiled. I knew that amused him.
“Everything amuses the damn guy!”
“He screwed me once. Just once. And now he comes to mock me. Who the hell does he think he is?”
I took a deep breath and walked quickly to the women’s bathroom. I wanted to freshen up, ignore him all night, and maybe, just maybe, indulge in the pleasure of thinking about him at night because damn it, it was the best sex I ever had.
I was about to walk through the door when Ted uttered my name.
Him, I slept with him too.
Yes, I’m a slut.
Arrest me.
I think I only fell in love with one man in my life, that was Dave, Anna’s ex.
Yes, I know I was a bitch, but I swear he promised me so many things, and when we got drunk, Anna babbled about being with Henry, even when she was with Dave. I knew she didn’t want him, and Dave knew it too, that’s why he decided to mess with my head and feelings. I tried to break up with him a thousand times, and I always ended up outside my door in Seattle, pretending to be on business trips with Anna and swearing that he loved me more than anyone in the world.
I wanted to have him just for myself, but I didn’t want to take away Anna’s only support, so I never asked him to leave her for me. Dave knew that being with me was safe because I would never expose him. He saw my vulnerable side and also my desire to be loved.
He was just a damn cynic who used me for his own pleasure, and I really… I really loved him.
It still doesn’t justify what I did; I should have dealt with it in therapy, not betray my best friend. To this day, I still feel ashamed of it, and Anna knows, but she’s so good that she doesn’t see that I’m messed up in the head, and she assures me a thousand times that she has forgiven me.
Now, I’m working on self-love shit in therapy, and it really helps, well, it used to help a lot. But… this bastard showed up, messing with my head.
And it’s not Ted.
Guess who it is.
It’s the addict in the process of rehabilitation.
Just when you think you’re normal, the world comes to spit in your damn face and say, “No, my dear.”
God, if they knew how wet this man makes me, they’d congratulate me for controlling myself because I don’t even know how I do it.
“Hi,” Ted’s hand passing in front of my face trying to pull me out of my thoughts did the trick.
Someone, please, swallow me whole. “Ted, sorry, how have you been?”
“Good, and you? You haven’t answered my calls, and every time we meet, you run away,” his timid voice didn’t match his decisive posture.
I shrugged. “I’m sorry, I’ve been busy with maid of honor stuff and all that. Can you forgive me for a second? I need to go to the bathroom. I can’t hold it. You go ahead, and I’ll catch up with you in a bit.”
I lied; maybe he wouldn’t be waiting for me outside when I came out.
I went in immediately, letting out a deep sigh and turning on the tap. I knew I would ruin my makeup if I wet my face, but at this point, I didn’t care…
“You were very rude out there…”
His husky voice filled the tiny bathroom. I already knew what was coming. He had trapped me in a room like this once; I wouldn’t go through it again, not for a second…
Hands larger than my face grabbed me vivaciously by the hips, slamming my pelvis onto the hard marble of the sink and pressing something harder against my ass.
“Oh my God, oh my God.”
“You know, I find this dress my sister picked for you disgusting. I appreciate that everything fits you well, how everything molds to your figure so…,” his hands moved up my waist, with a firm grip that caused a bit of pain wherever he touched. He stopped when he reached my breasts and lowered the neckline until my breasts were exposed. “Perfect. How about we take it off?”
I could see him in the mirror, looking at me with eyes so lustful that a little more of his physical contact and I’d lose it. My exposed breasts only made our visual field so damn desirable that I needed him to take off my panties, nothing else…
“I love you so much…”
Oh no, not that. That’s all I needed for me not to be carried away so much by my carnal desires, and crazy Alison showed up.
I pushed him, catching him by surprise, and adjusted my neckline. “I’ve told you never to say that to me again.”
“I’m sorry, it slipped out, I…,” he also seemed remorseful for what he had said, ran his hands through his hair, and took advantage of the still-running water to wash his face.
I was still agitated, trying to calm myself and wanting to hit him on the back of the head. In fact, I did.
“What are you doing?” he suddenly shouted, startled by my audacity.
“You’re a sick bastard. I told you not to dare touch me again, and what’s the first thing you do? Enter the ladies’ room and try to screw me.”
“First, you didn’t seem to be refusing when I slammed you against the sink.”
“You mix feelings, Liam! We could screw if you’d just shut the hell up! You always say the same thing! You confuse me with your sentimental crap, and when I dare to do the same, you say we have to stop talking!” In my outburst, I grabbed the small vase from a corner of the mirror and threw its contents at him, flowers and all. “I’m not up for silly games anymore. If you don’t want the vase on your head, you better not do this to me again.”
Before leaving through the door, he grabbed my wrist. “I’m not Dave; I don’t lie.”
I pulled away, and as I opened the door, I said, “Then you’re just an idiot who doesn’t know what he wants.”