30. Alyssa

"Who are you talking to?" We'd just left the shower and were getting ready for bed when his phone went off, and he was sitting there typing away like a first-rate secretary. I thought for a second that it was one of my nosy ass relatives.

"I'll tell you when I'm done." I just raised my brow because he sounded a bit peeved.

Now, I'm not sure who he was annoyed with, but if my new husband is going to give me attitude on the first day of our honeymoon, that does not bode well for our life together.

I did not argue; I simply walked over to the wardrobe where the maids had hung my clothes, dragged my suitcase down from the shelf in the closet, and started packing.

He was too preoccupied to notice until he took a break in his speed writing tests and looked up. I could see him out the side of my eye but ignored him as I neatly folded my clothes and put them away in my luggage.

I left to go to the bathroom to retrieve my toiletries, all the while pretending he was not even there. "What are you doing?"

"Packing my shit."

"Why?" Oh, so now you can speak to me in a reasonable tone? He looked around the room as if he'd lost time.

"Because I don't like your tone. Can a marriage be annulled even after we fucked? I'm asking for a friend."

He jumped off the bed, phone forgotten and came after me. I didn't even try to run; I just stood there and looked up at him while he panicked. I guess since he came from a home that wasn't broken to shit at a pivotal point in his life, he wouldn't understand my natural instinct to protect myself at all costs.

I might be falling for him more and more each day, but I'll be damned if I let him or anyone else take me for granted. If your ass is having a bad day work that shit out and keep your shitty attitude in check.

"I'm sorry, it's just this is annoying me."

"What is annoying you?"

"Natalie seems to be having a hard time with me getting married so soon after we met."

"Oh?" I went back to my packing, more pissed off than before I asked, and he explained.

"Alyssa, calm down, look at me." As if!

"Sweetheart, Natalie was a friend for a very long time…okay, wrong approach. Tell me what you would have me do." I held out my hand for his phone, which he gave up without question.

I read the message thread between them, "According to this, you spoke to her on the phone earlier."

"Yes!"

"Do you have a death wish?"

"No, I didn't think things were going to go like this. I sincerely thought she was calling to congratulate me the way everyone else has been since the news of our wedding broke."

I just glared at him because, seriously, how dense can men be? "You told me you wouldn't talk to her again if I didn't want you to."

"In all fairness, you didn't…."

"Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens…." Oh, I see he already knows what that means.

"Okay, may I be allowed to end it peacefully?"

"No, you don't have to. What's her husband's name again?"

"Why do you need to know that?"

"You can tell me, or I can find out on my own."

"Kevin Delaney."

"Sounds familiar, I should have no problem finding his contact info."

"Alyssa, please calm down. Nothing happened, and as you can see, I did not cross any boundaries."

"But she did. I wonder how her husband would feel to know that she's contacting the man she had an eight-year relationship with on his honeymoon to besmirch his wife's character. Just so you know, no matter what you say, I will be contacting him. She intruded on my life; now I'm going to fuck with hers."

"You can't be serious!"

"I have way too many people on my hitlist to take time out for her. I figure if I let her husband deal with her shit, then she won't have time to meddle in my life."

"You can always divorce me. I can spend your five million in about a week since your bitch seems to think I'm in it for the money." The more I talked about this shit, the more pissed off I got. Sure, his end of things was innocent enough, but she'd spent the whole conversation trying to convince him that I was a gold-digging skank.

"Divorce is not an option." He sounded pissed.

"Death is!" He sighed and rubbed his hand over his face like he was the one with the issue. I went back to packing because it was either that or smack him one.

He took his phone and wrote something before passing it back to me. "My wife is not happy with this conversation, so this is goodbye."

"That's it?"

"If I tell her anything else, she'd have everyone thinking that you're an insecure little girl."

"Yeah, she seems like the type, but do I seem like the type to care?"

"Please be understanding; try putting yourself in her shoes. All of our friends knew she wanted to get married, some people even accused me back then of stringing her along. Now I met you and married you in a matter of weeks, did an interview admitting that it was love at first sight. How do you think that makes her feel?"

Why is this my life? "Listen, let me make this easy for you since you seem to care more about her feelings than mine. Fuck off!" I walked around him and went to find my purse with my wallet and ID. Even if I have to hitchhike back to the States, I'm out of here.

"Completely irrational!" He said those words two seconds before I felt myself being lifted off my feet. "Okay, I won't speak to her again, look." He held his phone with one hand and me in the other. He blocked her number, and then, as we stood there with him holding me like a bag of potatoes, proceeded to block her on everything.

I was still pissed that he even talked to that bitch, so I was not about to let him off the hook that easily. I've been dealing with bitches all my life; I know how to play this game to win. "What kind of car does she drive?"

"I don't know, I know she likes Range Rovers, it's her dream car. Why?"

"Color?"

"If I remember correctly, white with black interior. Why are you asking me this?"

"That's too cheap, G-Wagon, white with black interior and vanity plates. That's the price you pay for offending me on my honeymoon." His lips twitched and I was beginning to think that I had been too easy on him. "What're you smiling about?"

He scrolled through his phone, "I've already ordered you one. The only thing is the interior is midnight blue, not black. Should I have them change it?"

"How did you know…? Never mind, you piece of shit."

He had a picture of my dream car on the screen and there was some back and forth with the dealer that I didn't bother to read because why would I? I wasn't paying for it. "What should your vanity plates say?"

"What do you think it should say?"

"Hmm, let me think. Wifey? #1Girl? MINE?"

"You pick!" If he thinks his car is going to save her ass, he's got another thing coming. How are men this damn blind?

Her whole conversation is all about me not being one of them. Is he sure I'll fit in with their crowd? Why the hell would I want to do that stupid? If he wanted one of your crowd, he wouldn't be here slumming with me.

I don't mind her being a pick me, but when she starts making assumptions about me and implying that I am the very thing I hate, that's where I draw the line. Now I have to decide if I want to destroy her kid's whole life by telling her husband. Then again, she's the one doing that shit, not me.

"How often do you see this Natalie person?"

"Often enough, I guess. Like I said, we're part of the same circles, only I don't do much socializing these days so it's not as often as it used to be. Her husband is always with her, by the way."

"I'm sure he was somewhere in the vicinity when she was texting you that shit, just as I was. You know what? This shit is pissing me off all over again. The disrespect. On second thought, I'll deal with her myself."

"Oh, for… what now?"

"I know her type. I'll just steal all her friends and make her look stupid. Wait, you're richer than her husband, right?"

"By a lot, yes. I don't like that look." I just snorted and went to finish getting ready for bed.

"I take it you're not leaving."

"Don't push it, buddy. I'll take your plane and leave you stranded here for who knows how long. Then you'll have to wonder what surprises will be awaiting you when you get back home. Don't roll your eyes at me. I have access to lots of money and your team. You'll be wise to ask yourself if the brakes on your car are going to work."

Good, that ought to keep your ass up at night. He stood there watching me as if he was trying to figure me out or whether or not I was serious. Human beings are some strange characters.

He's just seen me spend an entire weekend carrying out plots of vengeance, but somehow, he's still questioning if I would do it to him. It's the ‘not me' shit they all suffer from. Oh, this won't happen to me. Bet!