Page 51 of Out of Bounds
The said house that sent me to Vegas and as I live and breathe in this moment, I don’t have an answer from him about it.
I have no memory of the parts of last night that matter and for what I do remember before the heavy drinking began, we never spoke about the house.
I was too busy in my fascination over what it felt like to kiss him to remember.
Good job Bree, good job.
I remember those parts and us talking in the VIP room. That first kiss did something to me and that’s why I’m in this mess.
He was different and my brain took note of that. My brain has also neatly filed away that the man seemed to get me everything I wanted. Even the Bellagio.
If I’m running with the idea of giving Bree what she wants, my guess is we ended up there because I must have told him I wanted to go there someday.
There was nothing in that suite that was him. The damn food was inspired by me too. Popcorn and pizza is all me.
The taxi pulls up in front of my apartment and I get out with my things.
I practically run inside and when I see Shelby, I continue my pursuit into her awaiting arms finding the refuge I sought.
“Oh sugar, come on and tell me what happened,” she beckons and sits me down in the living room.
Then over hot chocolate and double chocolate cookies I tell her everything I remember while we try to get my rings off and fail and she looks at my dress.
She’s still kneeling down beside my suitcase looking at my dress, mesmerized.
“My God. This would have cost nearly as much as that rock on your finger.” She says with a lighthearted chuckle.
“I know,” I agree.
She lifts the dress out of the case and holds it up. “Whatever you do I hope you decide to keep this.”
“Oh, Shelby right now the dress and everything is freaking me out to no end, and I wish I could take these rings off.” I try to yank then off again but nothing is working. We even used some butter and massage oil.
“Girl, them rings are the least of your worries. Just forget them for the moment. At least everybody knows and you don’t have to hide.”
“What am I going to do? All I wanted was the house and we never closed that conversation. For all I know he could have sold it.”
“I think he would have told you.”
“I don’t know. Now I’m in this mess and that whole trip feels like it was for nothing. He stood to get a million dollars. I never knew if I managed to convince him or anything. Shelby why am I so prone to shit. I slept with Ethan a lot and married him.”
“On the plus side when you do remember, the sex parts might not be so bad.”
“Shelby,” I chide. Those are the parts I don’t want to remember because that’s when I’m going to start freaking out.
“What? I’m just being realistic. There’s no way you can tell me you haven’t thought of him like that. No way. I won’t believe it.”
I groan inwardly because I can’t lie to her even if I can to myself.
She laughs. “Oh Bree, I’m sorry for the mess, but I can’t too rightly say that something like this wasn’t a long time coming. Everybody could see it besides you.”
“Shelby, this is Ethan we’re talking about. I just got out of God knows what could have happened to me with Liev. This is not what I need and not with a man who’s turned my world every way except the right way for as long as I can remember. I am not okay with this.”
Seeing my frustration, she comes back on the sofa and sits, giving my hand a gentle squeeze.
“Keep talking. Tell me how you’re feeling.”
“I feel like I just made my life more confusing than it already is.” I hug the fluffy cushion next to me and rest my chin on top of it.
