Page 9 of Poisonous Kiss
What the actual hell am I going to do?
I woke up sick to my stomach the morning of my wedding. I hardly slept last night, the thought of walking down the aisle was a nightmare I can’t wake up from. I’ve been trying to find a plan b since Maxx decided to be a dick and flake out. Tiffany will be here soon to do my hair and makeup for the wedding, so I don’t have much time to figure anything else out.
“What am I going to doooooo,” I groan to the ceiling when I sit up with an idea.
I remember reading about an incident in China where the wife killed her husband with rat poison. She wrapped some of it in plastic, stuck it under her tongue, and when they kissed, she passed it to him so he would swallow.
“That’s it!” I exclaim. I jump out of bed, throw on my robe and slippers, and go running out of my bedroom.
“Briar?” Tiffany says as I go flying past her.
“Be right back!” I yell as I go running out the back door.
There’s a shed for the gardeners back here. I’m sure there has to be some rat poison in there. I arrive and start digging through the random crap they put in here to find what I’m looking for, and “Bingo!”
I find the bag of poison and start searching for something to put it in becauseIsurely don’t want to touch it and accidentally die. I found a box of rubber gloves that’ll work perfectly. I pull one on and snap it at the bottom like the doctors do in the corny hospital shows on TV. I open the bag of poison and pull out a little green square. I hold it in the palm of my hand and slowly slip the bottom of the glove off so it creates a little pouch for the deadly substance.
I slip it into my robe pocket and make my way back to the house. I sneak in through the back door and am met with none other than Ezra himself. Oh fuck.
“AHHHH,” I scream. “YOU CAN’T SEE THE BRIDE ON THE WEDDING DAY. IT’S BAD LUCK. OH MY GOD DON’T LOOK.”
I keep shrieking as Ezra throws his hands up to cover his eyes and I make my way back upstairs and into the safety of my room.
I hide my plan b in my wedding shoebox and greet Tiffany in the bathroom with a smile.
I’m at the weddingvenue, some old church that Ezra’s dad picked out. The amount of twinberry honeysuckle I saw walking in was ridiculous. I made it very apparent that was what I wanted, too bad it didn’t work out though.
I’ve been left alone for a moment to get myself dressed, and this is the only time I have to prepare the poison. I rip a piece of plastic off the bag that was holding my shoes. I throw the glove containing the poison on the floor to break it into a smaller piece. I look inside and shake some out onto the plastic. Little pieces fall all over, and I carefully wrap it up into a pill-shape form. I hold it up to admire how well this is working. I put the little pill on the counter while I finish putting on my dress. The black dress complements the classic red lip, and I’m, of course, wearing sneakers. Comfort is my middle name. Right before I walk out, I slip the pill under my tongue. I hope I tied this up tight enough.
Walking down the aisle, I immediately see Ethan, and he pales at the sight of me. I must turn white as a ghost too because when I snap my head back to Ezra, his jaw is flexed. I’m surprised that he didn’t know I fucked his brother already. They apparently don’t talk much if Ethan didn’t know that I was the one marrying Ezra. Hopefully we can skip this whole conversation and Ezra will just die quickly. I get up to the front and stand in front of Mr.Hayes. I will be Mrs. Hayes if everything works out the way it’s supposed to. It will only be for a few hours, but still.
I just stare at Ezra and try to zone out the priest. He looks good in his gray tux. I’m surprised he had enough thought to try to match the color pallet I chose. As much as I would like to continue to ogle at him, the saliva in my mouth is starting to build. If this priest doesn’t hurry the fuck up, I’m going to have enough spit to start my own lake and kill me with the poison hidden in my mouth. Call it Lake Briar and bury me at the bottom of it. I’m starting to get antsy, so I wave my hand to try to make Ezra acknowledge that I want it to go faster. He doesn’t know why. Hopefully, he thinks that I’m just anxious to get the kiss over with.
“Briar, do you take Ezra to be your husband?”
This is it…
“Mmhmm,” I mumble.
“Ezra, do you take Briar to be your wife?”
“I do,” he says.
This is it.
“You may kiss the bride.”
He cradles my cheek and kisses me. It’s so tender and sweet, and his lips are so soft, and his tongue pushes against my mouth for entrance, but he can’t! There’s too much spit! I open my mouth just enough to stick my tongue out and push the pull into his. He sucks my tongue into his mouth and groans around it, and I actually swoon. Holy fuck, this is erotic. And then the cheering starts.
“Woohoo! Congratulations!” The small crowd we have whoops and hollers and I manage a sly smile and start to walk back down the aisle. Ezra quickly grabs my hand.
“We walk down together, wife.”
I look up to see him staring intently, with a kind of fire in his eyes that I haven’t seen before. I feel like he knows what I’ve done, and I’m getting ready to pay for it.
I break eye contact and look at the ground as I wait for him to take the lead. As soon as we pass the last row of people, I book it to the bathroom. As soon as I’ve shut the door behind me, I spit into the sink. I quickly turn it on and start to rinse my mouth of anything that could’ve leaked.
I did it, I did it! I slipped my husband poison, and I will be free of all the men in my life.
