I’ve been sitting on this beach for who knows how long, as I stare at the ocean, I remember fond memories of my time growing up. My parents used to take me to the beach. They said it was a place where one can relax and be a part of the peace and beauty of nature. As I grew older, my friends and I would have picnics beside the ocean and watch as the sun would set. How I miss them all so much. Tears escaped my eyes as I realized, at this point in my life, I was truly and utterly alone. I don’t even know how I got here to this beach. Everything seemed so blurry. I just found out last night that my husband paid my uncle to be able to marry me. We got into a big argument, and I remember booking my flight last night and coming here. As to how I got on that plane, it seems like a blur. Now here I am sitting alone on a deserted beach watching as the sun sets. It looks so beautiful and yet, there’s no one to share it with. I tell myself “It could be worse”, but who knows could it?
As the sky got dark, the place seemed gloomy and isolated, so I stood up and walked back to the hotel. On my way there, I passed by what looked like a bar and decided to go inside. I found myself in a bar in the middle of the night, sad, confused and lonely, not knowing what to do. I’m not really one to drink, today I just want to numb myself from everything, just this ones.
I went inside the bar, sat on the nearest chair and said “Margarita, please”, then turned to the people dancing.
I wish I could just dance like that and do whatever my heart wanted. I have never felt that since I was young, being the young lady of a prominent family, Ms. Zariah Sienna Ruezlet I had to be perfect. And now my family are gone, I still had to be perfect as Mrs. Zariah Sienna Ruezlet Kerr, an actress and wife of a director and only heir of the Kerr fortune, Michael Killian Kerr. I am so fed up with this! I am so done being controlled, I’m so tired of Michael, I can’t do this anymore.
My drink came, I took it and drank it as fast as I got my hands on it. The guy next to me said “Slow down gorgeous,”.
I replied and looked at him, "Mind your own business”. The lights were making it hard for me to clearly see his face. But his hair seemed to be shining red from all the lights. Which reminded me of a friend of mine.
He put his hands up like he was surrendering while smirking, turned around, and walked away.
What the hell is he smirking at me for?!
I told the bartender “give me another!”. The bartender then gave me another which I also finished fast enough and then asked for another drink. This time, after I finished the drink, I went to dance with the others.
I danced and then went to the bar to ask for another drink. This time I drank it slowly, found the red head on a couch at the far end. I thought “maybe he just wants some company” and asked for two drinks after finishing the one I just got. I went to the handsome red head, sat on the couch opposite to him and said “so what are you doing in a place like this?” He looked at me.
I took a sip of my drink. “Is it perhaps too personal?” and gave him a look.
He replied with a “mmhm”
I have observed him for a little while now, he exudes this aura of elegance and sophistication even when he is only wearing a white shirt and a pair of jeans and, for some reason, draws me to him. Apart from the part that he had red hair, that reminded me so much of lily, I’m a bit tipsy at this point and can see lily instead of him at times, but still half-conscious to know he isn’t my lily, especially with his deep voice.
I thought, what if I just loosen up for a night? What if I did it with such a handsome man like the one in front of me? Would that give me a reason to get a divorce that would be reasonable, and would Michael agree to it then? What the hell am I thinking? I can’t drag an innocent man into my own problems. Maybe I should walk away. Then I heard him say “then what does a beauty like you have any business here?” his voice sounded so magnetic, dear existence from above how could such a voice exist.
I replied, “you didn’t answer my question. Why should I answer yours?” I finished the whole glass and motioned for the second glass before getting up.
He took the glass and made a motion with his finger that meant no, I got annoyed and took it with a swift motion and finished the glass and stood up, but my head started to feel dizzy, and I sat back on the couch.
He said, “Told you so” and scoffed.
He motioned for someone to get a glass of water.
I asked him, “how did you know?”
He replied with an annoying tone, “I know someone as light weight as you.”
I looked at him with a bewildered expression. I thought “he’s probably married, right? I was hitting on a married person. Am I going crazy?” Little did I know I was saying my thoughts out loud. And I heard him say “so you were hitting on me, huh.” I looked at him and realized what I had said.
Before I could reply, a glass of water was handed to him. He nodded at the waiter and the waiter left.
He said “drink this.”
He gave me the glass and I drank it. The next thing I felt was an even worse headache. Then saw Michael in front of me and I called for him. First he didn’t reply, so I called him again, in which he kept staring at me. At this point, I was just annoyed and, with the splitting headache, I ignored him, so I stood up, and then my vision turned blurry, then gray and then nothing.
I woke up to lights shining into my eyes and my head felt like it was going to split, so I kept my eyes closed while I was searching for my phone on the side table, when my hands couldn’t find my phone, I opened my eyes to a very unfamiliar bedroom. And realized I was staying in a hotel, to film my new movie. And then the realization hit me this wasn’t my room. The decorations are similar, but the window is not in the right place and this room is obviously bigger than mine.
So, I said in a loud voice “whose room am I in?”. Then I felt a man beside me and saw his leg out of the bed. It was a dark blue pajama which Michael usually wore. I felt relief, and thought, so Michael really did find me in the bar yesterday. I asked him in a soft voice, so as to not suddenly wake him up. “Michael? Are you awake?” I heard a groan and I said a bit embarrassed “thanks for getting me from the bar last night. I know you’re busy, and we fought the other day, but still thank you” when I pulled the blanket to see him. I saw red hair instead and met a mocking smile.
He said “morning”, without thinking. I pushed him off the bed and shrieked.
He said “Ow, you could be a singer with how your voice could make my ears bleed.”
I replied “Why the hell am I here? With you?”
He replied “you were the one that said “Michael, let's go to our room", so I bought you, to my room” he replied, collecting himself.
I was livid. What did this man think he was doing?
He stood up, sighed and said “I’ll be going for a shower. My friend is on his way with new clothes” and went inside the bathroom.
I sat down and realized I was wearing the same thing yesterday. Luckily, I was wearing a very comfortable jumpsuit, even with how formal it looked.
After 10 minutes, there was a knock. I opened it. A handsome man with brown hair and blue eyes brought a paper bag and said “hi Ms. I’m Michael’s friend. Here’s the clothes he asked for. Fear struck me. My husband knows I’m here?
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I said thanks and motioned to close the door, he then said, ”Ummm, Ms. This is also my room”. I felt embarrassed and apologized. When we were both in the room, I found that the hotel room had two bedrooms.
I then heard someone say "Ace your back, so you’ve met the young lady?"
Ace replied, “yep just met her Michael”
The realization struck me “your name is Michael?”
He replied “mmhm”
I felt relieved, like I had just been pardoned from all my sins. And realized something. “what time is it?”
Ace replied, “about 8 quarter to 9”.
F**k I’m going to be late, for a meeting. S**t! S**t! S**t!
I replied, “I need to go now, I’m so sorry about pushing you off the bed” Ace looked at Michael confused “and also thanks for yesterday, I’ll pay you back”. On my way out, I heard Ace say “Ms. The clothes!”
As I got out, I realized I was on the same floor as my room, so I went to find my room number and, luckily, my card was in my pocket as it was yesterday, and I also realized I had left my bag in their room as well as my shoes. So, I went in, took a bath and checked my laptop for the emails and messages. Luckily, the appointment was rescheduled from 9:30 to 11:30 due to the flight getting delayed. My agent and secretary also emailed me that they would be arriving tomorrow, which is fine.
It’s lucky I flew early due to the fight I had with my husband. So I took a nap since it was still 9am and I still had a hangover and woke up at about 10:15. I took my time with my make-up and outfit. I went at 11:20 to the café we planned to meet with one of the producers. He is a friend of my husband. At 11:25 he came and, no surprise, so did my husband, he followed me here again. Looking at him, he wasn’t smiling at all, and he didn’t look very pleased. His frown always reminded me of when we were kids, considering I had already arranged to marry him. He was the last guy I wanted to marry. He was very quiet and dull. I never used to like him any other way than just a friend him, I just happen to meet him a few times a year. Yet here I am married to him.
I should be happy, right? He is here after all. I honestly didn’t know what to feel when I saw him. Over the past 2 years of my career, which started after I married him, he always went wherever my shooting was, whenever he didn’t have a project himself. But right now I need to focus on this meeting since my agent isn’t here, and I was told that we were going to talk about the contract today.
The producer, Mr. Herbert Shaw approached to shake my hand. “Good Morning Mrs. Kerr, I have heard a lot of good things about you from your husband himself” and smiled at me.
Mr. Shaw was probably in his 40s. He is a very attractive man, with chocolate-messy brown hair that is paired with his bright brown eyes with brown skin, but he paled in comparison to my husband who was taller with ocean blue eyes and golden blond hair that seemed to sparkle under the sunlight. My mind imagined him just waking up with the messy hair and that body which was hugged by his white polo shirt and khaki pants as my eyes went down. I caught myself and thought I needed to focus.
I shook his hand and smiled. “Good morning Mr. Shaw”
He replied “I’m sorry for the delay, please sit and let’s order.”
We both ordered an Americano and went into the contract, aspects of the contract, sponsors, who I’ll be working with and the date of the press release.
The meeting went well. My husband was sitting at a different table, since this was an important meeting, but I could feel him staring at me the entire time.
As soon as we were done with the meeting, now already 12:30pm we shook hands. I said “Thank you for your time, Mr. Shaw, you know you could have just sent me your employees for this”
He replied “How could I miss the chance to catch up with you and Mr. Kerr, Thank you for your time as well, Mrs. Kerr”
He looked at my husband, smiled and touched his shoulder and said “I’ll see you at dinner Killian. Enjoy your wife, I mean your lunch” Michael smiled and waved to Mr. Shaw as he got out of the door. Only people close to his family called him Killian, Mr. Shaw is quite close to his father, and they have been friends for a long time.
When he left, I went to the bathroom, to check on my make-up, and went to the stalls to do my own business before I could get out. I heard the bathroom door closing. I didn’t think much of it, flushed and opened my stall. I was met with the most intense blue eyes I am used to seeing.
His ocean blue eyes always know how to take me deep into them, like sinking into the deepest part of the ocean. I then heard him say, “Why did you leave me yesterday?”
I went back to reality and replied, “You want to do this, now? in a public bathroom?"
He replied “Public? I don’t see anyone else here.”
I sighed and said “whatever”. I tried to get pass him, he grabbed my shoulder and looked at me then said “Tell me.”
I thought What an impossible man and said, “Didn’t I tell you yesterday, I wanted a divorce?”
He replied “why?”
I replied “WAW! You really had the nerve to ask huh?” He looked confused. Annoyed I whispered “A**hole” and walked passed him.
I was then grabbed by the arm and fell into his embrace. He hugged me and I let him after a while, he cupped my face. He looked into my eyes for what felt like a long time now. He then lowered his face and kissed me, his lips were soft, it felt like it is devouring me. His hands slowly went to my waist, hips then thigh he then carried me and my back met a wall. I moaned, and he took the opportunity to put his tongue inside. My mind was already starting to go blank.
Someone knocked, waking me up from the trance.
A lady's voice could be heard “Ma’am are you alright? I think our lock is broken again.”
I pushed him and said “Yes, can u please find me a key to open it?” I then went to the mirror to see that my lipstick was smudged. Michael’s was even worse. His lips, cheeks and, somehow, as well as his neck had lipstick on them. I told him to clean it up while I cleaned mine and gave him a pack of tissues. He went near me and whispered “sure, but only if u promise to continue elsewhere.”
I nodded, and he tidied himself as I was cleaning my make-up.
The lady got back and opened the door. She was shocked to find me with a man inside, and made an annoyed face that said she knew what had happened. Michael made it worse when he then took my hand and intertwined our hands together and pulled me out.
He asked “where do you want to eat? Or perhaps you would prefer to have the meal I asked for earlier?”
I replied, trying to hide how embarrassed I felt, “just at the buffet at the hotel, I want to get some more sleep”
I heard him scoff and smiled, saying “Like your getting any sleep today.”
I said “what did you say?”
He said “Nothing Honey, I have a great place in mind.”
He took me out of the café, and he showed me his car, opened the passenger seat for me like he always does and went to the driver's seat. When he sat down, he said “before I forget I got you your favorite flowers. White roses are in the back, and I can say it was a good choice. The roses suit you today with the white long white-dress with long sleeves, slits and white shoes. Very elegant shoes, nice choice yena”. I just hummed and looked out of the window.
I know he was looking at me, but I can’t look at him right now. I still don’t know how I should be feeling about him.
He started the car, took my hand and put it in the transmission lever where it was under his big beautiful hands. I looked at my hand and tried to pull it from his.
I then heard him say “Try pulling it and you’ll find my hand, in places that both you and I want them to be” I paused and let him be.
After 45 minutes of driving, we stopped in front of a very beautiful restaurant. “. Wow” escaped my mouth, It was all glass and see through, but that wasn’t what made it beautiful-it was how the lights inside sparkled that made it look like the ceiling were stars. It was dim yet it was very bright.
I saw my husband smile at my reaction, and I half dragged him inside. At the far end of the restaurant was a greenhouse with a lot of beautiful flowers, where my husband asked us to sit.
We were given the menu and I just picked a medium rare stake and lava cake for dessert. My husband also ordered steak with a whole pizza, a fruit bowl, and a bottle of wine.
He whispered “You need to eat more, you’ll get hungry later”. I blushed, he knows my eating habits. I eat a lot since I’m trying to gain weight. I have a fast metabolism, so I eat quite a lot considering how small my body is. We then sat in silence for a while.
After maybe about 20 minutes, our food was served. I didn’t know how hungry I was until I saw the food. We ate our food in silence. I think I ate most of the pizza that was served, and he ate just a little of the fruit bowl and gave me most of it. He knows I love fruit, so that was probably why he gave me most of it.
After we were done eating, he paid, and we went back to the car, and drove to the hotel, but he didn’t take me to my room. Instead he went to the top floor. Before we got to the top floor, he told me “I have another surprise for you”
When the elevator opened, it looked like we were in a penthouse. He then directed me to a room upstairs and said “Your room is that one. Open it. Your surprise is inside.”
I nodded and opened the door.
Before I could completely open the door, I heard a bark inside. The next thing I saw was a cute big puppy wagging his tail looking at me,
“Percy!” I shouted, I took him into my arms and went to sit on the bed.
“Did you miss me baby?! Mommy miss you so, so much.” I said kissing and patting his head. I adopted Percy 4 months ago. He is a St. Bernard, so he is quite big considering he is probably only 6 months old. I got him when I found out what my husband had done. I was walking past a pet shop, and he looked at me with his big cute large eyes. I felt like I needed a hug that day, so I went in and bought him. He had never left my side since then. until the other day happened, I couldn’t bring him since my husband thought I wouldn’t leave the house without Percy, so he carried Percy.
“Was daddy good to you, my love? Give mommy a hug.” I said
I didn’t notice Michael was sitting beside me until he said “hmm daddy? I like that, I want to hear that more often. How about we have a baby?”
I looked at him with an angry expression and said “No”.
He replied “Why not? I am after all your husband.”
I replied “You know full well why Mika!”
He replied “Hmm, but if I remember correctly, you have been begging me for a child for about a year now. Am I wrong?”
I looked down. “No, but it was before I found out.”
He replied “But, that was all for you, my love.”
I looked at him with a mix of bewilderment and anger, then replied “How could buying me from my uncle be for my own good?”
He put a finger on my lips and said “shhhh… You’re scaring our baby, my love. Look at him, he’s whining and concerned looking at you.”
I looked at Percy and consoled him by patting his head, “I’m fine Percy”
I carried Percy out of the room, pat his head and said “Percy, be a good boy and stay, ok?” I closed the door and looked at my husband.
I said “It’s so exhausting to fight with you, I’m so tired. You have been putting this fight on pause for the past 4 months. I can’t do this, you don’t even give me any excuses for what you did, nor does my family tell me anything!”
He stood up and walked towards me. He took my hand and say “Then don’t fight with me, I’m sorry, please I love you.”
I replied “I love you too, God knows how much I love you. But Mika, what you did isn’t something I can just sleep off, you hurt me deeply, I can’t trust you”
He replied “then trust in my love for you. I assure you there’s nothing that can change that.”
“your love? Your Love?” I asked and chuckled, then I continued “I even have a hard time trusting that for the past few months already. You think you can solve this by just a simple apology? ”
“Come on yena, there’s nothing going on with me and Regina, why don’t you trust me?“ he replied looking defeated.
“trust you?” I asked and scoffed, then continued “Give me a good reason why I should trust you now? When every single time you make a mistake, you just apologize and never even bother to explain or make an excuse to at least ease my feelings even for a bit”, he moved closer to me and cupped my face.
“yena please, I promise to explain it when I have solved the problem” he replied, looking pitiful. Then his face grow closer to mine as he said “Please, forgive me” and he kissed me.
Again, no excuses, he isn’t telling me the truth either, he is just redirecting the issue knowing. Fully well, I could never resist him no matter what he does. He proceeded to kiss me harder, so instead of fighting him I put all my pent, up frustration in the kiss. I could feel his hand going from my hand to my waist, and my arms intertwined on his neck. As I became more aggressive, he pulled me to his body as I felt his hands going lower to my thigh as he carried me into the bed.