Chapter 85
-the vacation incident #1
NAOMI.
As I slowly open my eyes, the harsh light of the dam morning sun pierces through my brain like a thousand knives.
My head throbs with a dull ache, a drumbeat that threatens to split my skull wide open.
My mouth feels dry and parched, while my stomach churns with a queasy sense of unease.
I want to thro
- up.
I turn to my side and get hit with pains all over my body, especially my legs.
I slowly get up to meet an empty room.
Gosh I feel horrible.
I look down at my body and gasps.
I’m naked.
Why the fuck am I naked?
The events of the previous night come flooding back like a hazy blur of memories and I freeze.
Emotions swirl through me like a tornado, a jumbled mix of anxiety, regret, and uncertainty.
Shirt
“Shit” I cuss out loud, burying my fingers into my hair and raking every opening before pulling my hair hard.
I just want to understand If I am truly in my own body.
I cover my face with my hand, taking a deep breath as I allow the events of last night to carefully flood my
y mind:
Det
my
memories wash over me, replaying every detail, every conversation, every emotion.
I relive the fear, the uncertainty, and the sense of helplessness.
And it causes me to gulp.
I allow myself to feel the weight of it all, to process and acknowledge the experiences that have left me feeling shaken and vulnerable.
I am such a fool.
The sudden shrill of my phone’s ringtone pierces the air, making me
me jump in
in surprise
My heart skips a beat as I hastily retrieve my phone from my purse and bring it to my ear, my hand slightly trembling. Gosh, I hate today already.
I never w
want to relive last night and that stupid horniness,
“Hello!” I answer
answer, my voice cautious and weak.
“Naomi” Maggie’s voice questions from the other end
“It’s me.” I sigh.
“Geez, you sound awful” she taks.
“I know right” † sigh, pulling the blanket over my
“What happened!” She ask
my naked b
I body.
“An awfully long story Maggie. But I’ll tell you when I don’t feel like shit” I sigh ruffling my hair.
My hair feels sucky and clamped from the gel akled last night,
Chapter
Ugh.
“Well” Maggie sounds enthusiastic. “You understand why I’m calling you right?”
lling me?” I sound lackadaisical.
“Why are you calling
“Take a wild guess” she pines.
“Not in this state” I grunt, like a child.
“It’s your birth week honey” she sighs, and I can imagine her shaking head, “Your birthday is in a week!”
I sigh
“Come on Naomi, be happy for once about your birthday” Maggie sighs.
“I’m trying But it’s not a special day. It’s just like any other day I sigh.
“Or are
are you still not over that?” Maggic scoffs.
“I
- am. But I just don’t see the need to celebrate my birthday. I just want to go back to sleep Maggie” I groan
“Well, will you at least let me get you a present? I always have to give you a week or two after, and I hate it. I want to give y birthday! Please, let me” she begs.
you a present on your
“Fine” I sigh.
“And Naomi”
“Do not shut the world out on your birthday, if you do that, you’re never going to heal”
Maggie begins. “D
I roll my eyes.
“Oh goodness. Who says I haven’t healed yet?. Fine, you can tell the world about my birthday, give me presents. I don’t care. But Please just let me go back to sleep. I feel like shit and I’ll feel worse if I have to hear about my birthday or face Circenn-
The door opens and Circenu walks in, making me freeze.
“Shit” I say over the phone, gawking at Circenn.
Maggie sounds curious
“I’ll call you back
I say and end the call before she can start protesting
“Circenn” I cough out as he closes the door behind him walking in front of me.
Unlike me who feels and looks like a rag doll.
Circetin’s appearance is a stark contrast to my disheveled state, he is clean and fresh and anyone can tell he j me feel even more unkempt and embarrassed.
His damp hair and lashes add to his allure, making his eyes seem even more captivating and dreamy.
just took a bath, his demeanor making
The scent of soap and shampoo wafts from him, a sweet and refreshing aroma that only serves to highlight my own horrid state.
I feel a surge of self–consciousness, my cheeks burning with shame, and I wish the ground would swallow me whole, sparing me from this humiliating moment.
“What are you doing here?” I question not thinking my words through.
“I live here!” He throws at me.
So brad.
“Right that was stupid” I shake my
I pull the blanket over my body and gulp
Was that Maggie?” He asks
I nod carefully, praying silently he doesn’t bring last night up
“And it’s your birthday soon“” He questions.
I pause.
“Did you eavesdrop!” I try not to sound offended because I’m not.
“Maybe” He nods.
“It is lagres,
He nods in return and say.
“Then we’ll go to my vacation house to celebrate”
“Excuse me?”
I don’t understand.
He looks at me.
- me.
“What’s wrong?” He asks.
“It’s nothing, I don’t mind my birthday being celebrated or not. But I just prefer a quiet day,” I shake my head.
“I’m insisting” He scoffs,
“And I’m dis
disagreeing. My birthday is no big deal 1 scoff in return.
“Maybe it was before you were married to me, but now? Birthdays with the McCains are like coronations. You can’t sit this one out. As long you’re still married to me, I’ll get stepped on if your birthday isn’t celebrated”
-What
I almost vel
I shake my head almost too fast.
“No, you don’t understand. I don’t like my birthdays”
“Why?” He looks me dead in the eye.
My breath hitches and my blood starts to rise.
I hate having this conversion so bad.
I sigh
“It’s the day of my entire family’s death anniversary…
