Long time after:
I walked up the stairs to my office, when all of a sudden I was hit with a sudden spell of dizziness. I gripped the stairwell handle hard and stopped walking. I let go of the handle and gripped my stomach. I was going to puke. As fast as I could, I ran up the rest of the stairs and across the hallway to the bathroom, I can feel it coming, I pushed open the door of the bathroom smashed into one of the cubicles and let it all out. I let my bag drop to the ground and I held my locks out of my face as I let out at least two days worth of food into the toilet.
I pulled open my desk draw; I pulled out my packet of Panadols and gulped two down with water. I laid my head on the desk and went through everything I had consumed in the past week, looking for anything dodgy that could be the cause of my upset tummy. But nothing came to mind. I looked up at my calendar. It was the 15th of August; it’d been more than two months since Irina’s wedding – since that night – and there was almost a week left till they returned from their prolonged honeymoon.
Then it struck me, my period was also, almost two months late…
Irina threw herself on the bed next to me and she snuggled up close to my bare chest. I rubbed my hand on her bare flat stomach.
I slammed her against the wall. I rubbed her stomach, slowly.
I looked down at Irina. How could I be with this beautiful woman and yet every time I touched her, that night, came to mind? It had to be guilt; it couldn’t be anything more.
Irina lifted her head slightly from my chest and looked up at me, she was pouting with her full beautiful lips.
“Shouldn’t you be getting home? You are getting married tomorrow. So much for I can’t drink because I’m a famous footballer.” She pointed out rolling her eyes and pouting.
I smiled weakly at Irina and lowered my hand down to her thigh.
I pulled at the hem of her skirt. “You’re going to rip it,” she slurred but I kept pulling until eventually I slipped my hand under her skirt and up her thigh.
My phone buzzed on the bedside table. I picked it up. I had a message, you need to get down to Madrid now, this is a disaster. It was her, her. ‘A disaster’ my head spun with worry. Was she okay? I moved Irina’s head of my chest and rushed to the bathroom. I pulled on some trakkies and an Armani t-shirt. I simply ran my hand through my hair – I didn’t have time for my usual style routine which took up to thirty minutes – I walked out to Irina, “What’s up babe?” She asked biting her lips seductively.
“I-I gotta get back to Madrid. It sucks, I know. But apparently Perez wants to meet with me immediately. It’s urgent. I’m sorry babe. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“But this is our honeymoon,” She puckered her bottom lip at me and her eyes lost their seductive shine.
“I know amor mio, but I have to go. I’m sorry.” I bent down and kissed her on the forehead. I leant across her and picked up my phone from the dressing table. Before I rushed out the door I took a pair of sunnies and a hat in my hand.
I hopped out of my car and adjusted the hat and sunnies I had on in disguise. I walked into the airport and up to the desk. I flashed my sexiest smile before asking the young receptionist, “Hola bonita, I’m in need of a ticket, on any plane, to Madrid. And now. Could you do that for me carina?”
She batted her eyebrows at me flirtatiously, “Sure, I’ll see what we’ve got.” She tapped on her keyboard for a few seconds and then looked back at me. We don’t have many places left. But the next flight out of Ibiza to Madrid on Pan Am is in 30 minutes and it’s an economy ticket, is that alright?”
Normally I would have demanded a First class seat but I didn’t have time to wait around for one. I needed to get to Madrid and fast. I didn’t know why but I wouldn’t be able to rest until I got there and I saw her and I knew everything was fine. “Yes, its fine. Thanks.” She printed my boarding pass and I tactfully took it from her with my left hand to show my wedding band which wiped the smile off her face. I quickly turned around, not enjoying being a dream killer, and walked over to the boarding area.
Before I got on the plane I pulled out my phone from my pocket and messaged Sammy, I’m about to hop on a plane to Madrid now. I’ll be there soon. At your house? What’s the disaster? And as soon I sent it I switched of my phone. Not only due to the regulations on the plane but because I didn’t want to know what was wrong just yet. I wanted to wait till I was close enough to take her into my arms and comfort her and tell her that it wasn’t a disaster and that everything was going to be okay.
“This is an official disaster! This is not okay! We’re so fucked.” I burst out as soon as she had told me; in fact I had cut her off mid-sentence.
To be continued.
Authors Note: This is a short chapter, sorry! ENJOY!