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Percy

Saturday 2:30 Pm

“Are you okay, Perce?” he asks, letting his hands fall away from my face.

I don’t even know how to answer that. After what I’ve just relived, I’m pretty fucking far from okay.

I sit silently for a long moment, images of last night still twirling through my head. The words we exchanged are still fresh in my mind.

Mrs. Lanteri?

I love you?

Husband?

I don’t recognize the woman in the memories. I mean, she’s me, but not a me I’ve ever actually encountered.

I’ve spent so much time thinking I knew myself in and out. And here’s this completely different side of me that I’ve just been ignoring this whole time.

I’ve done some stupid shit during blackouts in the past, but this really fucking takes the cake, the icing, and the fucking fork.

Married Anton?

Professed my love for him?

I must’ve been completely out of my mind.

Well, of course I was. I was fucking blasted on absinthe.

Blowing a mystery guy in a brothel window, I could understand. That’s something I would definitely do.

But this? This is complete and utter insanity.

“Percy!” Anton yells, dragging me back to the present.

My eyes begin to focus, reality solidifying around me.

Anton sits in front of me, his eyes wide with alarm. One of his hands rests on my shoulder, gently shaking me from my stupor.

My heart flickers slightly at his look of concern, my traitorous organ beating harder despite my wishes.

I tamp it down, balling my hands into fists until I feel the bite of my own nails.

“What the fuck did you do?” I growl, zeroing in on him like a predator.

He looks confusedly at me, his hand pulling away from my shoulder.

“What do you mean?”

“I married you?” I ask, my voice taking on a touch of hysteria. “How the fuck did you get me to dothat?”

He chuckles humorlessly.

“I didn’tmakeyou do anything. Jesus, Percy. Have you met you? How the fuck would Imakeyou do anything?”

Even through my anger, I see his point. Regardless, this is wrong.

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