I don't know how long we've been dancing or how much we've been drinking, but I'm happy, very happy, everything makes me laugh. The guys who have been dancing with us all night are asking us to go somewhere else where the party continues until sunrise.
"I would love to, but I'm leaving on a trip today," I reply to the brunette who has been my partner. Meanwhile, Elena continues dancing with the blonde.
"Alright, but let's dance the last song then," he says as a slow song begins to play.
"Why not?" I give him my hand as we make our way to the dance floor, walking somewhat unsteadily due to the alcohol in my system.
"Because your husband is here now," I hear Nicolas' voice behind me. I turn around to look at him, as does the brunette.
"Sorry, brother. The lady is with me," the brunette says, somewhat annoyed.
"Seems like you have a hearing problem. It's 'lady.' In fact, it's 'my wife.' Do you need me to explain it with illustrations?" Nicolas responds, getting closer to him, and not in a friendly manner. I step in between the two, facing the brunette.
"Give me a moment, I'll handle this," I say.
"Are you sure? He seems like an aggressive man," the brunette says again.
"Yes, I am, and it's better if you leave before you find out," Nicolas intervenes, getting closer again. His tone of voice is severe.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine," I speak to the brunette as I push Nicolas a bit towards the table.
"I'll be nearby, just in case."
"Thanks," I give the brunette a friendly smile, and he leaves, not without giving one last look at Nicolas.
We reach the table and both sit down.
"What the hell is wrong with you?! You're a jerk, you can't just barge into my life like that," I say.
"I can't? You're tarnishing my damn image. Have you read the headlines in the news lately, 'Nicolas Thompson interrupts his wife's wedding'? The last thing we need is you being groped by that brat!"
"You're an idiot."
"Be grateful that I saved you, you don't have a good track record when you're drunk."
"No, I don't, you're right, I do stupid things. You're one of them," I say, standing up to approach him and trying to poke his chest with my index finger. I miss and almost fall, but he stands up and catches me in his arms. He puts money on the table.
"That's enough, no more scenes. Let's go."
"Is that part of the payment? Are you planning to take advantage of me being drunk?"
"I don't usually stumble twice over the same stone, unless you ask for it."
"You damn bastard."
"You foolish drunk."
"I'm not going anywhere with you."
"We'll see about that."
"What, are you going to carry me or something?"
"I'm not that cheesy. Either you walk or they'll take care of you," he points with his gaze towards two of his men.
"You miserable bastard, how I hate you. I hope a damn dog pees on you, you pathetic fool," I whisper, following his steps.
"Do you know that they've turned off the music and I can hear you?"
"I need to go back for Elena."
"Send a message, one of my men will take her."
"Since when do you give me orders?" I grumble.
"It's not personal, that's just how I am."
We reach the car and after getting in, I message Elena.
"Me: Hey, I had to leave, I've been kidnapped 🙄"
"Elena: Seems like it's becoming a habit 🤣🤣"
"Me: It's not funny."
"Elena: Well, it is for me."
"Me: One of his men will take you, call me when you're home."
"Elena: As you command 😉"
"Me: Love you 🥰"
"Elena: Same here, but tomorrow I want details, especially if they're spicy."
"Me: 😒"
I put my phone away.
"What are you doing?" Nicolas asks as he sees me drinking from a bottle, apparently not realizing that I took it from the table.
"Isn't it obvious?"
"You can't keep drinking like this."
"Like this?" I take another sip. "Isn't this how you like me? Hahaha," my laughter slowly diminishes and turns into tears.
"What's wrong?" he asks as he continues driving.
"This is what's happening to me, dear husband," she pointed at herself and took another sip before continuing, "A mistake, a mistake and everything ends up like this: twenty years, a ruined reputation, the man I was going to marry turned out to be a full-time cheater, my parents loathe me, and now I'm going through a divorce. Don't you think I'm soooo pathetic?"
"I believe you are a human being."
"What a consolation," tears continued to well up, "Am I really that awful that I don't deserve someone to love me and try to protect me, not even my own parents?"
"I didn't know you felt this way," he said quietly, "You always appear so strong."
"No, no, that's not true. The last thing I need is pity from my ex-husband," I said, trying to put on a dignified face that didn't quite work. We both laughed.
"Correction, you are still my wife."
"Yes, sure. It's all I have left," I said, rolling my eyes and settling into my seat to sleep, clutching onto the bottle.
...***...
Nicolas' POV:
Damn it, I don't understand how I got myself into this mess. If someone had told me that in the midst of a drunken stupor, I would get married just because the girl I liked at that moment said she would only have sex with her husband, I would have laughed in their face. I'm used to having any woman I want, whenever I want. Damn alcohol!
Flashback:
I was at Bellagio, one of the best casinos in Las Vegas, widely recognized as a playground for the upper class. It's one of the most luxurious places where only people with enough financial resources to afford such indulgences can enter. The stakes are high, beautiful women abound, all dressed in designer clothes, mostly with some touch-ups by a good surgeon. They usually accompany someone, although some are serious gamblers. That night, I was meeting one of the majority stakeholders of that place, as they were interested in acquiring new security technology. Once we reached an agreement on some outstanding points to finalize the deal, I decided to stay and play for a while. As I arrived, a woman with black hair and remarkable attributes approached me and offered to accompany me.
"I'm alone too," she said with a flirtatious smile.
"Who says I'm alone?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, unless you have an invisible companion," she smiled again.
"Come on, I don't feel like playing anymore," I took her hand and we left the casino. We arrived at a bar in the same area and started drinking like the world was about to end. Everything was going well until the dumb woman decided to vomit, splattering my Versace sneakers. Just what I needed.
"I'm... I'm sorry," she tried to utter the words.
"I have to go. I don't want your company anymore."
"Don't go, I can show you that the night can be much better," she said, hanging onto my neck, trying to seduce me, but it didn't work, not after she vomited in front of me. In a swift motion, I removed her arms.
"I'm sorry, I called my girlfriend and she just arrived."
"Who is she?"
"The blonde over there," I said, pointing to the only woman I saw alone in the place. To be honest, she seemed out of place, not like someone who frequents these types of establishments.
"You can't be serious," she scoffed, "That's not the type of woman men like you go for."
"I couldn't care less what you think. Goodbye," I tried to stop her, but I was faster, quickly approaching the bar where that girl was.
"What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?"
"And why the hell does it concern you? I told you to leave me alone!" When she looked up and met my eyes, she blushed. "I'm sorry. I thought you were that man over there, he's been harassing me for over two hours." She's truly beautiful and different from the others. I couldn't understand how a girl with a sweet gaze and innocence marked in every feature of her face ended up alone and drunk in a bar in Vegas.
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