Love After Marriage

Chapter 7: Can I do the talking?

I think the definition of asshole would be David Moon. His ego would not let him admit that he could have felt something in that kiss. But instead, he just had to be a jerk and ruin a moment that could have been called decent. Not that I enjoyed the kiss. I was just getting too confused and muddled with my feelings. First Daniel, and now the biggest jerk ever. I know I didn't like both, but the stress of the marriage has left me with terrible judgement and mood swings.

After the kiss, I turned to face everyone with the most genuine fake smile that I could muster. He was obviously trying to play with my feelings. I know this marriage is not in his favour, but it really felt like he was taking out his anger and frustrations on me and that was not fair.

The moment the crowd went back to normal, I pulled David by the hand up to my room.

"What the hell are you doing?" he yelled once we were within the four walls of my room.

"Can I do the talking? If you haven’t realised, I have hardly said a proper sentence to you." I gritted my teeth. "If you don't want me to be part of your life, stop making rude remarks and don't ever kiss me again. Got it? You kiss me at the wedding, fine, but please don’t touch me again. Got it?!"

David looked taken aback but recomposed himself almost immediately.

"Whoa, I'm sorry Sarah, I didn't know you felt that way. I was just trying to have a little fun." He smirked. 

I know he seemed apologetic at first. But he screws up my name and then smirks. I wanted to smack that smirk right off his pretty little face.

"Why do you do that huh? Your ego in the way? You can't even say my name right, and then you..." I was cut off as he pressed his lips against mine.

"Finally, some peace" he said as he pulled away from the kiss.

He left me feeling confused, angry and upset. He walked back downstairs before I could react. I composed myself and went downstairs to pretend like his kiss did not leave me all bothered and confused. I did not want to give him the satisfaction. At first, I thought he wanted to just use me but now he wants to play around with me too.

Up in my room, when he kissed me, I was over the moon. I thought, he finally seemed to like me. I thought maybe, just maybe, this marriage had some hope. But no, I'm not good enough for him. He just wanted to shut me up. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t like him. However, how convenient would it be if we did fall in love?

I did not tell my incident to Bianca or Tiffany when they came looking for me. I would just look pathetic and I didn't want anyone thinking that I liked David. I mean, I don't. I just thought that there might be hope.

The rest of the reception was uneventful. The guests finally went home, and the rest retreated back to their rooms and changed. 

"You know, that kiss was pretty convincing" Tiffany hopped about.

"I'm so tired" I gave a fake yawn, pretending not to hear her and stretched out my arms.

I lay on my bed and pretended to fall asleep. That did the trick. Tiffany did not inquire further and flopped down on her covers. The day really did take it out of me. With all the drama. Eventually my eyes started to close, and I fell into deep slumber.