10.Back home
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CHAPTER TEN
~BECCA~
Tristan seemed to have gotten the cue as he held me and led me to the bathroom. I went straight to the toilet and puked my lungs out. It felt uncomfortable and disgusting, but relieving at the same time.
Tristan patted my back gently as I puked. I’m guessing he thinks that was supposed to help but instead, I was embarrassed.
He’s probably disgusted by me. I puked till there was nothing left in my stomach and I stood up to rinse my mouth in the sink next to the toilet.
“Damn! You must have really had a lot to drink. How do you feel now?” He asked. He was behind, watching me keenly with folded arms.
“Much better,” I croaked. I stared at the mirror in front of the sink. My face was red, and my forehead damp with sweat. I sighed, cursing under my breath.
“I think you should rest. There are a lot of rooms here…”
“I’m fine,” I interrupted. “I have a lot of things to do at home,”
“Then let my driver drop you at home. Make sure to call me if you feel Uncomfortable,”
“Yeah, thanks,” I flashed him a dry smile.
He led the way out of the bathroom and went outside, all the way to where his car was parked. He called one of his drivers and she arrived in a flash.
“Make sure she gets home safely,” he instructed.
“Yes sir,”
He turned to me. “Take care of yourself, okay?”
I nodded slowly, staring at him. Tristan seems really sweet. I thought he wouldn’t bother so much about me since it’s a contract marriage but so far, he seems pretty pleasant. Maybe a contract marriage isn’t as bad as I thought.
He shut the car door and the driver drove away.
I got to lie my head on the seat’s headrest. It’s been an eventful past twenty-four hours and I could only hope that things get better.
I got home in no time and popped a few pills in my mouth and went to bed. I thought a good rest should reset my body back to the way it was.
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I woke up a few hours later, groaning as I turned from side to side. I finally sat up, running my hands through my hair in frustration. This time, I woke up with a migraine and even worse, I could still feel nauseous. It’s about time I go to the hospital to have myself checked.
I got out of bed and went straight to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. Just then, I heard the sound of the doorbell.
I went to the door and opened it.
Standing in front of me was a smiling Avery, holding a bag of groceries.
“Hey!” She shoved me aside and walked into the living room. I shut the door, trailing behind her.
“You didn’t tell me you were coming,”
“I texted though. Why, you don’t want me here?” She went to my open plan kitchen, placing the bag of groceries on the kitchen counter.
“It’s not that,” I sighed and sat on one of the chairs on the island. “It’s just…what if I wasn’t home.
She gave a soft chuckle. “And where else will you be?”
“Well…I…” I swallowed my words, realizing I had nothing to say. I hardly ever went out, and it’s gotten worse since the wedding was canceled.
“Exactly. Anyway, I’m here to cook for you and cheer you up,” Avery began to offload the groceries. I watched her silently.
“So tell me, what’s next?”
“I don’t know. I’ll start searching for a job,”
She paused. “Wait, will you send a resignation letter to Logan?”
“f**k no!” I scoffed, shaking my head. “I don’t care enough to do that,”
“I understand. I’ll keep an eye on job openings for you,”
“Thanks,” I sat up, thinking of the best way to break the news of my current reality to her.
“So I have something to tell you,” I began.
Avery was now chopping some onions and peppers on a board.
“I’m listening,” she said absent mindedly.
“So I’m going to be getting married again,”
She paused, slowly raising her head to look at me. “Say what now?”
“I’ll be getting married to Tristan Blackwill,”
Again, she paused for a second, a look of confusion on her face.
“I don’t understand. You don’t have a boyfriend, you in fact just had a wedding broken up. So what’s happening?”
I took in a deep breath and took my time to explain everything that had happened so far. Her mouth hung open as she listened to everything I said.
“Wait!” She paused, her hands in the air. “Are you talking about The Tristan Blackwill? The owner of Black and Will homes, the real estate guru who has a furniture company,”
“Yes, it’s him,” I sighed. “I really didn’t want to do it but—-“
“Are you crazy!” She interrupted me with a scream and ran towards me, clapping her hands like a child who had been handed candy.
“And what is so amusing,” I frowned.
“This is the perfect opportunity to get back at Logan and Kristen,”
“Huh? How?”
“They think you’re all miserable and sulky, but you’re going to come back with a bang—as Mrs Blackwill. They will bite their hands when they hear the news! Oh, this is perfect!” She danced around so dramatically that I began to laugh.
“You’re crazy, Avery. I just want my cousin to get better and live a low-key life “ I exhaled, clicking my teeth in irritation. I suddenly felt like throwing up.
“Yeah, but you’re getting married to Tristan! He’s one of the most eligible bachelors in town. Girl! You’re so freaking lucky!”
“I don’t know about lucky. Logan is the one I wanted,” I managed to croak.
“f**k Logan! And Kristen too.
I felt like there was bile in my mouth.
Why do I feel so sick? And the migraine, it was starting to hit harder. I held my head, groaning in pain.
Avery noticed my countenance had changed and held my shoulder, examining my face.
“Are you okay?”
“I don’t know. I just feel so weak and nauseous,”
She took a step back, staring at me from head to toe.
“Girl! Are you pregnant?”
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