Chapter Sixteen
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Paula’s head ached with undeniable feeling that comes with a hang over the next morning. Casting into the back of her subconscious she remembered vaguely having two or three glasses, but from the state of her wincing eyes at the sunlight she knew it had to have been much more than that. Rolling over, her small body bumped into something much heavier than herself. Paula knew without even glancing over there that JT was in her bed. She knew that soon she would start getting flashbacks of a lustful, passionate, drunken sex filled night, and it made her throat tighten and her heart want to stop beating. Without a bit of grace, Paula stumbled out of her bed without even a backwards glance at JT. Tripping towards the stairs she could hear voices downstairs.
“No I want this living room covered in pink and white roses. It has to be perfect and she’s about to wake up any moment so-“
There were a few mumbles of ‘Yes, Mr. Cowell’ to Paula’s horror. Simon was there, and JT was upstairs in her bed. Paula was a very smart person, she had always done well in her studies but she was pretty sure she was smart enough to get out of this one. Quickly she turned around and head back into her room. JT was sprawled out on the bed, his chest bare. Paula moved towards him swiftly.
“JT, you need to wake up. Now.” She shook him until his eyes popped open.
“Paula what the fuck?!?”
“Simon’s here,” She said almost out of breath, moving around picking up his clothes that had be skewed all over her room. “You have to leave, and he can’t know we had sex.” She finished matter-of-factly.
“Paula-“
“JT don’t.” She said handing him his clothes.
“It was real, it was fun, I’d like to go out on a limb and say it might have even been really fun, but I’m not sure I was drunk you were drunk, and we both know what happens or actually what doesn’t happen when you’re drunk, and I’m not sure if you managed to make it happen last night or not because I was drunk.”
JT sat there stunned as Paula just let everything she was thinking run out of her mouth. Verbal diarrhea seemed to happen to Paula when she was nervous. Paula knew that she shouldn’t have said some of those things because they were hurtful, but they were also true. Simon had been trying to get her to do this for months, speak what was on her mind when it was on her mind; ironically she had to manage to finally do it when he wasn’t there.
As calmly as possible JT got dressed and turned to leave, just before Paula was about to follow him downstairs to sneak him out he managed to say “Paula, we didn’t have sex. You got drunk and didn’t want to be alone. I slept in my boxers. We didn’t have sex.”
Paula felt relieved. She hadn’t betrayed Simon, but she knew no matter what she said Simon wouldn’t see it that way if JT was caught sneaking out of the house. Quietly she snuck down the stairs JT moving carefully behind her. JT opened his mouth as if to say something, but Paula waved him out the door. She closed it as silently as possible just to feel a hand on her shoulder.
“Paula what are you doing?”
She turned around, the feeling of being caught digging into her stomach. She wasn’t sure what to say or out to explain her ex – boyfriend’s presence in her house, but when she looked at Simon she knew he’d seen nothing.
“Looking for the dogs…” She said. “What are you doing here?” She asked in fain surprise.
“I couldn’t stand being away from you.”
Simon took her hand and led her into the living room.
Paula couldn’t help but to let a gasp escape her. Her living room had been transformed into a beautiful rose garden. Roses were everywhere, vases tall and short adorning every open space Simon could find.
“Just a small gesture to say I love you.” He whispered quietly, wrapping his arms around her waist and placing the sweetest of kisses on her head.
“I can’t wait to call you my wife.”
Even though she had done nothing wrong, Paula still felt guilty. She felt undeserving of him.
Him and his love that he swore he would always give, only to her. This love that made him feel as if he couldn’t breathe, speak, or move if she wasn’t a part of his life. It was a love he promised would never fade as it had with others.
She desperately wanted to believe him. She desperately wanted to know for sure, but she knew only time would tell.
“Well you only have to wait one more day Simon.”
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