Page 114 of Anyone But You
Me:I’d beg to differ. I wouldn’t be married otherwise.
Ma:A woman doesn’t have to like you to marry you.
Me:I’ll keep that in mind.
Ma:Send pictures when you can.
Me:I will.
Ms. Linda (Nurse):I don’t mean to interrupt your honeymoon, Mr. Ramsey, but you told me to notify you if Mrs. Caldwell’s status changed. As of yesterday, she’s no longer eating.
I sighed once I realized my mother-in-law wouldn’t make it to see her grandchild. We’d be lucky if she lasted until our return for Victoria to say her goodbyes.
Me:Very well. Please ensure she is comfortable.
The Defamers:We haven’t heard from our friend in three days. She better FaceTime us today by noon.
I put those two well-intentioned knuckleheads in a group chat because I was convinced they were functioning on one shared brain between them, and I didn’t want to have to repeat myself and answer multiple text messages.
Despite my slight disapproval of their smear campaign against me when Victoria and I went missing, even I had to acknowledge they were the best friends a woman could have. I’d forgive them… eventually.
Me: I will have her FaceTime you both once she’s out of the shower.
The Defamers:Okay, purr!
“What the fuck does that mean?” I spat, narrowing my eyes at the screen.
Polly Pocket:Where are the honeymoon pics that you promised? I’ll send the paps to your location if I don’t receive a Safe for Work picture for social media of you and Victoria frolicking on the beach by 5:00 PM.
Me:I can’t promise it’ll be suitable for work.
Time had gotten away from me as I responded to some crucial work emails regarding my grand departure. I glanced up from my phone when I heard an “ahem” in the background.
“Yes, dear?”
“You’re not supposed to be working during our honeymoon. That’s what Blakenship is for,” she reminded me.
“I’m not working. I’m transitioning,” I replied with a taunting smile.
“Hand over your phone,” she demanded, holding her hand out.
“No. I’m looking at porn.”
She quirked a brow.
“Really?” she questioned, folding her arms over her damp breasts. My eyes traveled down her physique, taking in her dark, moist skin and the short towel that barely stopped beneath her ass.
“Really.”
“What kind of porn?”
“My favorite kind—ebony BBW. I especially like the pornos that are in an office setting.”
She bit her bottom lip to prevent herself from bursting out in laughter. Eventually, she turned away when she couldn’t hide it any longer. She could call me every name in the book and tell me how trifling I was, but unbeknownst to her, I could see her very clearly in the mirror, and she wore a grin from ear to ear.
“You’re so childish, and I regret ever setting foot on that plane with you.”
If she wants childish, then wait until she gets a hold of this….
