The Hating Game

Chapter Two

LOUIS

The wedding ceremony is all a blur to me. I don't remember anything that happened in the last hour because I was drunk throughout. I hardly take alcohol because I discovered some years back that substances like that are not for me while I was a College athlete. I had learned to respect my body too much to be introducing it to foreign subjects that could endanger it. It's a habit that has stayed with me over the years and ultimately become a lifestyle choice. My friends were surprised when I called them out for drinks we were out partying since the previous night and I only got in at 5 this morning. My mother was pissed beyond words but I chalked it up to the fact that I need liquid courage to get through the day.

I have never met this woman in my life before, I don't know what she looks like but my mum keeps reiterating the fact that she's a great girl with an amazing personality, I bet she's ugly and old and her parents are trying to get her out of the house by trapping her a rich husband. If not because my parents had talked me into this with words like duty and I would not even consider this. Anyway, it's just a wedding, she isn't going to tie me down, and not even that marriage certificate is going to make me hang my boots off. The worst she can do is divorce me, she won't be getting a dime though because knowing the kind of parents I have, they probably made her sign an iron-clad prenup. They wouldn't let me go into this without defenses considering how rushed it's been and how they've been the ones in charge of everything.

From the thunderous applause though, it's safe to assume that everything has gone smoothly. The wedding is finally over and we're off to our honeymoon, taking off from my private hangar at the airport in New York to Prague. I close my eyes to sleep or at least pretend to throughout the 9-hour flight, anything to avoid thinking about my predicament, and it also gave me the time for my drunkenness to wear off before my wife notices it, if she already hasn't. I awake with a splitting headache just as the plane touches down and begins to taxi the runway.

The ride to Aqua Place Resort is a quiet one. Cleo and I are two people tossed together by fate and mostly by our parents' efforts. Before this moment, we have never been in the same room together. We don't run in the same circles or have mutual friends, we know nothing about each other. We're strangers to ourselves and we have nothing to talk about. Sucks to be us, More to her than me though because her head is turned in the opposite direction and she's typing agitatedly on her phone. Now that my mind is clearer, I see that she's beautiful and very small. She's shivering so I hand her my jacket and when she reaches out, I notice my ring sitting perfectly on the ring finger of her well-manicured hand. That sight takes my breath away.

As the car pulls off in the driveway, I get out and grab her, hoisting her firmly in my arms, she gasps a little and I shiver.

"What was that for?" she asks

"It's my duty as a husband, your husband. I'm a traditional man."

"I find that very hard to believe. You seem very sophisticated and modern to me."

"You're not the only one who's going to tell me what I am or not. Your opinion is unnecessary." I say and for some reason this causes her to laugh rather loudly.

"You're funny," she says and so even though I intended to deposit her on the bed, I drop her at the top of the stairs and let her make the rest of the trip herself

"Grumpy much," she says but loud enough for me to hear as I stomp back downstairs to get our bags.

I vow that I'm going to fall into bed immediately after this. I really can't believe how tired I am, it's been a long hard couple of days but tomorrow and the days ahead would be even worse. Somehow I hope silently that when I wake up tomorrow, I'd realize it's been a dream all along.

As I step into the room, I hear the shower running and soon she comes up with a short white towel wrapped around her body. I can't help but stare, her skin looks so flawless in this light. She looks at me in such a way as to suggest that there are many rooms here and I could have picked any so why am I dropping my bag too here I don't even respond to her and I start taking off my clothes. I strut into the bathroom with only boxer shorts without saying a word to her and I catch her instinctively turning to check me out. The truth is that I wasn't about to let her edge me out of staying in this room tonight, I was trying to get lucky tonight. After all, it is my wedding night.

When I leave the shower, the lights are turned off except for the table lamp on her end. She claimed the side of the bed with the closest sockets, smart minx. She seems to be asleep and suddenly my tiredness descends on me and I fall to bed too but in my subconscious, I start to feel someone turn.

"What are you doing?" I ask, visibly irritated

"Nothing now..."

"Why are you being restless, you're disturbing my sleep."

"Oh sorry. I didn't mean to. I just can't sleep."

"Hmmm. I can help with that."

"Great, do you have a sleeping pill?

"No, what am I ...A drug dealer?."

"So, what do you get then?"

"Do you know why it's post-orgasmic calm?"

"What?? That's it?? I just met you, man. I'm not about to break my celibacy vow just for you."

"Well, don't say I didn't try to help. Goodnight and go sleep somewhere else, all that fussing is killing me."

Not a chance in hell. I got here first but I don't respond to her. I'm already nodding off again when she taps me.

"Okay," I say hoping that he catches my drift.

"What," he asks feigning ignorance.

"Okay then."

"Woah, I didn't think you were going to take me up on that."

"Can we not discuss it any further, please"

"Very well then."

Before my brain can think about it and warn me of the consequences, I cover the distance from where I'm sitting to her side and pull her closer to me, I regard her closely and smile, she blushes, stares at my lips, and looks away somehow, I know this is an invitation to kiss her but I don't want to take advantage or misinterpret anything so I ask if I may kiss her.

"Yes please," she says and my brain goes haywire. I don't know why her being so polite turns me on so.

I smile, enveloping her lips with mine in a kiss. It starts awkwardly at first but pretty soon, we find our groove. She matches me in every way, returning my energy and enthusiasm with a fire of her own. What starts rather quiet and calm soon turns into a full-blown make-out session.

I pepper her neck with light feathery kisses and grab her ass. Soft, I can feel it through her shorts. Her heart is beating so loudly, I can hear it when I touch her chest. My pulse too is racing wildly and I can't seem to control it. This excitement, this passion is igniting flames in me in places I didn't know existed.

We continue to kiss and my hand caresses, every inch of her body as I stare deeply into those ocean-blue eyes. I start to draw closer, teasing her for a minute, kissing her forehead, her eyes, and her cheeks but she starts to get impatient because our lips meet each other halfway, her hands start on my face and then find their place on my neck.

I cannot even begin to explain how we got here and I don't even want to. For the first time in a long time, I'm not thinking of myself. I just want to please this woman who's spread out in front of me. To make her feel good, that's my goal for tonight

I've been doing this a long time so I know exactly what I'm about, where to touch to make her body dance to the tune of the song I'm playing. In the full glow of just the bedside lamp, I crawl down, bury my face in the space between her thighs and take care of her business. She moans and I grunt. God, the things she's doing to me. I give her my best game, using both my fingers and my tongue and pretty soon she starts to whimper, she says she's seeing stars and I know I've done a good job so I use my fingers to push her over the edge. She buries her head in my shoulder and cries out. When she came down from the high, she tries to pull my pants down but I decline, I roll over and drop her on her side of the bed.

"What's wrong?"

"Luca."

"What? How do you....."

"You called me Luca. Who is he?"

"I'm so sorry Louis."

"Who the hell is that?" I ask, trying my best not to raise my voice at her.

"My boyfriend. I mean, my ex because I'm now a married woman. Woah, I still can't believe that."

"I won't touch you again till you forget him."

She looks at me with those big, sad eyes but I don't budge. I've been humiliated and I won't stand for it. I get up and walk out, slamming the door behind me and leaving her there on the bed, a mixture of confusion and want.