What did Zac do last Night ?
*Holly*
I feel warm and safe, dreaming that I am laying on a beautiful beach, the sand slowly swallowing me. It should be scary but it isn't, I feel embraced by warmth. I feel peace on a level I have never felt before.
Slowly blinking my eyes open, I realise that the warmth I feel comes from Tom's body. He is draped around me like a heating blanket. A blanket made of strong sinew muscles and soft skin. His head snuggled inn close to mine, his warm breath tingling my ear.
I hold my own breath, slowly turning my head, looking into a wall of pillows. Somehow I have managed to get to his side of the bed during the night. Shit how do I get away without waking him ? It would be so embarrassing if he found out.
"Stop wondering how to get away, you are giving me a headache with all that thinking". Tom suddenly mumbles. Pulling me closer to him.
Uhh what ? I turn my face to look at him and he slowly open his eyes, letting out a content sigh. "What do you mean Tom ? How do you know what I was thinking ?"
"I don't know actually". He says smiling slowly. Looking totally comfortable with the situation, like it is expected. "I just kind of knew, it was a feeling".
"I'm sorry. It seems like I somehow managed to move to your side of the bed, during the night". I say, wondering if he is planning on letting go of me at some point.
I suddenly realise how good he smells. It is a warm, masculine scent, with a hint of something citrus like. It is intense but in a good way, not choking and overpowering like Dmitrie's aftershave always is.
"You seemed to have a bad dream, whimpering and moving around. I tried to comfort you and well it seemed to calm you, so I let you stay. I hope it's okay ?" He says softly.
I can't stop myself from giggling. "Tom I crawled over to your side of the bed, snuggling into you and you are the one asking me if it is okay ? I should be asking that".
"I am not complaining". He leans in to kiss my temple softly, before finally letting me go and getting out of bed. Suddenly making me wish he would have stayed.
He pulls on some clothes, smiling at me. "Relax, take a shower or sleep some more. I need to go talk to a friend. I will bring back some clothes for you and some breakfast".
"Okay.. see you Tom". As I watch him leave I find myself wishing he would stay. But I can't really ask him to, and breakfast sounds nice.
*Zac*
I am awakened by a pounding on my door and an even worse one in my head. I open my eyes, hissing at the harsh light. Holy shit this is bad. Something is definitely wrong here. But the pounding on my door continues and I get up, croaking. "Yeah yeah.. hold your horses, I am coming".
"Zac are you there ?" Oh fuck it is Tom and I know I am in for some kind of lecture. I almost contemplate ignoring him, pretending not to be here.
I fling the door open, glaring at Tom the best I can. "What Tom ? Oh God why is the ship spinning like that ?"
"How fucking drunk did you get last night ? The ship isn't spinning and you look like death warmed over twice". He walks past me and I close the door. "Oh good she isn't here".
Yikes my mouth taste like something died in there. "I don't remember drinking that much. I mean yeah I got a bit tipsy in Hawaii, but.. well I must have been drinking something strong, I don't really remember the evening very clearly".
"Maybe you should sit down Zac". He says pointing to a chair. "There is something I need to tell you about Maria, she is not what she is pretending to be".
I slump down on the chair, not totally sure if I am going to throw up or not. "What is it Tom ? Better get it over with".
"I am sorry Zac, but she is using you. They first night on the ship she.. well she slept with Ben and totally freaked when he didn't want more. And the next day she came on to me in the bar rather blatantly". He looks very sorry.
I rub my face feeling frustrated. Well I kind of did have a feeling that she was lying to me, but I hadn't expected this. I am about to say something when Tom swallows and say. "Zac.. your hand ?!"
"My hand ?!" What is he talking about ? I pull my hand out from my face, looking at it. "Oh shit, oh fucking shit".
Tom is staring at me in utter shock. Sounding like he don't know whether to cry or hit me. "You didn't seriously...?"
"Yep, it seems like I did". I honestly feel nauseous now.
He sit down on the floor right were he stands. "You just...?"
"Yep". I don't know what else to say to this.
He is slowly shaking his head. "Does that mean...?"
"Quite probably". I say, as my memories starts to return and I sprint to the bathroom, just exactly reaching the toilet before my stomach turns inside out.
I hear Tom call out from the living-room. "Where is she by the way ? Shouldn't she be here, I mean all things considered ?"
"I have no idea, I woke up alone". I call back, looking in the mirror, happy that there is no paps or fans to snap pictures of me right now.
As I walk back into the room Tom picks something up from the bedside table, handing it to me. "Seems she left you a note".
I grab the note, quickly reading it. 'Morning snuggles. Had to go to work, at least I won't have to do that much longer. See you later. Love you wife'
"I fucking can't believe you married her Zac. Is that even legal ?" Tom say, as I make my second hurried run to the bathroom, my stomach fighting to throw up my guts.
I can hear Tom rummage around, making a triumphant sound and slamming a drawer making my head feel like it is splitting open. "I found the marriage certificate".
"Fuck, fuck, fuck". I mutter to myself as I splashes cold water in my face. I fucking married her.. why ? I kind of remember now, but it feels like something I watched in a movie, not my life.
I pull the offending ring of my finger as I walk back into the room. Throwing it on the table. "Please tell me it isn't legal, that it is some bad joke".
"Sorry but it seems to be legit, something about the ship being registered in Puerto Rico and their marriage laws being different. You had witnesses and everything". He says looking up at me.
"Fuck !" I slam my fist into the wall. "Well I just have to get a divorce, I mean I have tried that before. Damn this is going to bite me but there is no other option, I have no desire to stay married to her".
Tom is shaking his head. "It isn't going to be that easy. You haven't exactly made a prenup, so yeah it is going to bite you, if you divorce her she gets half of everything you own".
"Well I can only blame myself, so well I am not happy to give her anything, but what choice do I have ?" I sit down on the other chair.
Tom look thoughtful for a moment, then he snaps his fingers. "We might try and get them to do an annulment. Hmm was it consummated ?"
"Uhmm yeah it was, I kind of start to remember". I have some images I rather not have flashing for my inner eye. "Or wait, does it have to be the bed to count, because I only remember the couch, the table..".
"Eww Zac really ?" Tom says, knocking the chair over to get away from the table. "Is there somewhere I can safely sit were you haven't consummated it ?"
I try to remember. "Well the bed I guess. It is only counting after you are married right ?"
"How were you even able to.. No wait I don't want to know.. so that isn't an option". He looks thoughtful. "Well you must have been pretty drunk and she has kind of been lying to you. That might be enough".
I sigh. Fuck how did I end here ? All because of this empty hole inside I am trying to fill. Once again I fuck up everything. I am utterly useless, maybe I just deserve to be married to her ? "Might work".
"Here is your wedding photo". Tom pulls a photograph from between the papers, studying it. Honestly I don't want to see it. "Zac, I need you to be completely honest with me okay ? Did you do drugs yesterday ?"
I stare at him in disbelief. "Seriously Tom ? I might be a shrew up, and do a lot of stupid things. But I have never done any kind of drugs".
"Sorry but yesterday you did". He hands me the photo. "Look at your pupils, they are freaking tea cups and well you look a bit deranged".
I am shaking my head, I mean the picture is pretty clear to even me. "I swear I so not, do drugs, I never have.. oh fuck the bitch drugged me, didn't she ?"
"I think she did Zac. We need to get you to the doctor for a blood test and then when we get the answer we need to talk to the priest or whatever he is about ripping this to pieces". He holds up the marriage certificate like it was something really nasty.
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