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But then, I realize there’s really no tiptoeing around this.

At least they’d understand. I’ve never been a shy person about my sex life, but when I’m literally remembering it all as I’m telling them, as unbelievable as it is for me, I’m a little embarrassed and vulnerable.

But I know I have the right group of friends. They’ll support me no matter what I do or who I am.

I take a deep breath and exhale, nearing them. I’m about ten feet away.

Suddenly, lights begin to flash before my eyes, the clicking sound of insects surrounding me.

Then, I get bum rushed by an overwhelming, loud bustle of paparazzi. Their cameras are flashing on my face, their microphones are bumping into me, and their voices constantly buzzing in my ears like pesky flies.

They bombard me with question after question about Anton and my former relationship with him. Half of them are holding up tabloids with a picture of Anton and this black haired bitch.

Fucking great.

“Have you and Anton broken up?” one starts.

“Is this brunette his mistress?” another asks at the same time.

“Do you have anything you would like to tell Anton right now?”

“Is it true that this woman has replaced you?”

“Any comment?” some impatient wise-ass pesters.

“No, no comment. Just move!” I shout.

I shove them, trying to break free. The only way to escape is to walk right into traffic, which is obviously not a solution.

They stay firmly planted, swarming me and harrassing me until I answer.

“I don’t know her, okay? Is that what you want to hear?”

Fuck. I can’t even handle this shit. How am I supposed to keep my own shit together when no one will leave me alone about who Anton is with?

I don’t care who she is.

All I know is that I have my own life to worry about, and that I married some stranger last night that I can’t stop having flashbacks about fucking.

The questions keep rolling in.

“What do you think of this woman?”

“Would you approve?”

“Does Anton have your blessing for this new relationship?”

“This happened so fast! How are you handling being dumped?”

“I broke up with him!” I shout to the hungry crowd, immediately regretting my words.

Even though it’s true, I don’t want to put him down like that.

“When did you decide to send him to the curb?”

“Was he cheating on you with this woman?”

“No! He would never cheat on me! He wanted to marry me for Christ’s sake. I pushed him away. And clearly he found someone else after just a day!”

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