The Bride

His friend chuckled and I noticed a dimple, Tristan arrived with three wine glasses.

“Adrian, pass me the hand napkins.” So his name was Adrian?

I didn’t know I was starving till I tasted the diced steak with mushroom.

“Morris, this is delicious.”

I said smiling at him, he was standing two feet away like he was waiting for an order.

“I cooked it myself not him.”

Tristan said sounding annoyed. “Really?”

I stared at the food then at him, I gagged.

“I was about to tell him the salt is too much and the steak is overcooked.”

I said reaching for my glass of wine.

Adrian tried to suppress his laughter.

He was about to say something but his ringtone stopped him.

“It’s my mom.”

He said to Adrian, he left the dining to answer the call.

“How bad is the wound on

a

scale of

one to five?” “100.”

“That’s really bad.”

“Thanks to your friend.”

“Those paintings you destroyed can make you the richest person in the

world if all the money is summed up.”

“Who cares?” I reached for the wine and refilled my glass.

“And those cups you broke was ”

“I don’t wanna hear it, are you trying to make me feel like the bad guy here?”

“Sorry.”

He raised his hand in surrender.

Tristan returned and we ate in silence, Morris cleared the dining when we were done.

“Adrian will take you to your room.”

Tristan said, standing up. He seemed to be in a sour mood since he returned to the dining.

“No, I want you to carry me not him.”

Adrian smiled as he sipped the remaining wine.

“Do you wanna crawl to your room or let him take you?”

“None of the above, you said it yourself I’m your responsibility.”

“Fine.”

I didn’t like the sound of that, he moved fast to where I was and threw me on his shoulder like I was a piece of cloth.

“This position is uncomfortable.”

I groaned, his shoulder bones pressed my stomach.

“Tristan put me down!”

The pain increased as he climbed the stairs.

His lean ass was staring at my face, I thought of pinching it but stopped myself.

“You’re hurting me, I’m going to throw up if you don’t stop.”

“Shut up,” he grunted.

“I will fart on your face if you don’t stop.”

I wished I hadn’t said that.

I was glad he didn’t say anything, I endured the pain and tried to breathe.

I was relieved when we got to my room, he threw me on the bed and left the room.

“That was a bumpy ride.”

I massage the spot and laid in bed for a while.

I crawled to the bathroom and washed my face in the bathtub, it was impossible to have a bath.

I sat on the floor next to the bathtub with my toothbrush and toothpaste.

I cleaned the tub when I was done and returned to the room, luckily for me, my things were unpacked, I grabbed a grey sweat and blue singlet and slipped them on.

I felt crippled as I crawled up my bed, I thought of my family and Grey. How did this happen? Why did I ditch my

homework for a wedding?

I went to bed quicker than I expected.

☆

Morris woke me up the next day with breakfast in bed since Tristan was gone.

The doctor’s appointment was by 12:30. It took me an hour to get ready and I tried to take a bath but couldn’t.

I allowed Morris to carry me to the car, I felt so bad though.

The doctor kept trying to have a conversation with me as he ran some tests.

The x-ray freaked me out a bit, we waited for some minutes for the results.

I was carried around in a wheelchair and brought to the consultant.

“Good news, no infection and the glass didn’t touch your bones.”

I faked a smile.

“We’re going to stitch it up and give you some pills but you have to take the wheelchair home with you.”

“What?”

“You need the wheelchair for movement.”

She explained.

“Is it that bad? Will I be able to walk again?”

I panicked.

“Relax Chloe it’s only for a few days.”

“How many days are we talking about here?”

“Five or eight days and you’ll be back on your feet.”

I exhaled in relief. “How do I bath?”

“Well, for now, I will tell you to wait till your feet are healed but if

you have anyone that can help then that’s okay.”

Great! I was the only female in the house.

I screamed during the stitching even if I was given lidocaine to numb the pain. I refused to look at my feet scared to see how it looked.

I kept my face down as Morris pushed the wheelchair out of the hospital. I kept feeling like I had lost my legs.

I stayed in bed for the rest of the day feeling miserable. Belvina wasn’t answering my calls, my sister blocked my calls and my parents ignored all my calls too.

Grey’s line kept going to voicemail, I left like five voicemails.

Morris brought lunch to my room and dinner too.

“Where’s Tristan?”

I asked when he came for the dishes.

“He is busy with work in his study.” “Does he know about the wheelchair?” “Yes, Miss Simpson.”

“Tell him I need his help.” “You’re sure I can’t help you?” “Yes, Morris.”

Tristan showed up later on black jogger pants that showed off his slim and long legs, his sweatshirt hugged his unfortunately beautiful torso.

“What’s the problem now?”

He looked tired. But who cares? “I have to brush my teeth.”

He looked at me like I was stupid. “Really, Chloe?”

“I can’t move or stand.” “What you want me to do?”

“Take me on your back while I brush my teeth.” – Are you kidding me now?

He looked at me in disbelief. “Not”.

– You’d better do it quickly.

He came closer and I sat back. I stood in front of a large mirror.

“Can I put toothpaste on my toothbrush?”

He looked at me in the mirror before doing so. As I tilted my head back, he filled my nostrils with shampoo and handed me the toothbrush.

I put a paper towel over her shoulder, put one hand on her neck and started brushing her teeth with the other. “Please don’t try to knock me down.” he said in shock.

“So funny.”

He said and I laughed. I wanted to torture him a little. He leaned closer to the sink and I threw the dirty ones away.

“I’m ready.” “Now what?”

“Put me on the table and I’ll rinse my mouth out.”

‘Really Chloe? Why didn’t you stay there and clean up?

She told me to be angry.

“I never thought of that.”

I shrugged and rinsed my face and mouth, but inside a smile came out. He took me back to the room without waiting for me to dry my face.

He was standing in front of me with his hands in his front pockets, knowing he didn’t like it. “Something else?”

‘Can you give me my pajamas? “It’s in a black bag,” he said.

I’m not sure, it was Ciara

I packed my things. She went to the black suitcase and I saw it unzipped and my eyes widened as it spread over her panties and bra.

I came back and found something on the bedroom table. really shiara? It was very embarrassing. “It’s not in the black bag.”

I heard him say it and he didn’t seem to mind.

“Oh good. Thank you for your service, I will move from here.”

I told him I wasn’t watching. “What are you looking for?” – My crystal earrings. – You wear it.

I hesitated and nodded. “good night.”

I said with a determined smile as she crouched down in front of the still open suitcase.

Did he touch them? “I’ll check the other bags as well.” “Not.” I said quickly.

Who knows what he saw? “This isn’t the first time I’ve seen a woman in her underwear, Chloe.”

I tried to mess it up. “This is.”

He lifted my black bra, this man’s intestines. “Oh, you can close the bag now.”

His face, looking at them, was emotionless.

“Did you go through all my underwear?” I tried to joke, but he pretended not to hear. “Can I close my bag?”

leave.”

He did, but I went to another suitcase and found my pajamas.

He threw me and left the room. I put a pillow down, covered my face and cried out.

Belvina called the next morning at breakfast. Tristan came to work early so Morris served me.

I answered the call with a bite of omelette. – Hello, Vina.

“Sorry I’m not answering the phone. How’s Tristan?” Tell the truth?

“Not yet, but we’ll be in a wheelchair before we know it.”

“Bathroom chair? Did he break your leg? Should I call my parents or should I call the police?

I almost choked on my food. – Were you kidding?

– No, actually I’m in a wheelchair, but it’s not serious.

“How is that possible?”

I told him everything that happened, even the story about the suitcase.

“Let’s go girl!”

He spoke in a singing voice and I imagined him throwing his arms in the air. ‘I wish I was there, did he actually touch your underwear?

“Good”

“It’s hot”.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

“Okay?”

“What? I’ll be happy like a hot guy.”

Look at my underwear.

“It’s a disease.”

I told him. “Did he see a padded bra?” she asked with a dramatic sigh. “I gave up last year.” – Five.

“Can’t we talk about this matter?” “Yes, are you going back to school?” “Why not?”

“Can you just sit there and mumble?”

“Yes.” I said dry. “Are you sure?”

– Hi, I’ll call you later. The call ended.

I groaned as I thought about my project scheduled for Wednesday. I spent the rest of the day working on my project. Thank you Ciara for completing the project.

I was tired, finished both and fell asleep. it didn’t last long

until he heard a knock on the door.

I grunted and tried to open my eyes, I succeeded and saw Adrian at the door of my room. He leaned against the door frame, crossed his arms and smiled. It was truly a beautiful sight. Wearing gray Air Max in a black hoodie, she appeared to be eyeing Francisco Lachowski during a photo shoot. God, I didn’t sleep with my mouth open and I didn’t jump. I stood up comfortably and brushed my hair back with my hands. “Are you lost?”

“Not.” He replied with a smile. – I’m here to see you.

“Oh, you’ve heard of a crippled girl.”

“Yes, does it hurt?” “Only a few.”

“Dinner is waiting for you, so I’ll take you.”

“No, I want Tristan to do it.” “What are you afraid of?”

he asked smiling. “Okay, it’s Tristan’s fault, let him take me.”

“He’s not doing well.” You have no choice but to call Morris.

Finally, the dimples were exposed. “good”.

He took a long step into the bed and picked me up bridal style. His scent made me want to lean back and sniff his neck, but that would be weird.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

His rough hands gripped my hips and made it hard for me to focus on other things, so I regretted putting on the t-shirt. Because I decided to keep my face down

If you look up, it will be difficult to take your eyes off you. I decided to start a conversation about

I refuse to feel it invading my bare skin. – Do you live with Tristan?

– No, but I play here often. “I wonder if you’ll work for him.” “We are business partners.”