It’s a two-hour and twenty-minute flight from London to Olbia Coast, Italy. When we arrive at the airport, a car is standing by for us at the airport. After thirty more minutes of driving, we got to the resort where we will stick around for the next week. We check in to our room and immediately both Briand and I fall on the bed. This has been a tiring trip.
I have always wanted to visit Italy for the summer. Last year Veronica and I planned a trip to Italy, then my papa’s fourth marriage happened. His wife, Genelia, is not someone I count on. I will never depend on her with my pet, let alone my siblings.
She is the most reckless person I have ever encountered. Seriously, sometimes you require to be vigilant, but she is consistently lost somewhere, and that somewhere is not the place she is present in. I could have left them on Maria, but Genelia always kept Maria busy with her unnecessary work.
She didn’t take no from anyone; she ruled our house like a queen, so I knew my babies would be neglected under her eyes. So I opted out for the last minutes of the trips.
Hazel wanted me to go, as she was also going to summer camp with her friends. She thought it would be great if I got out of Chicago and enjoyed some me-time in my most desirable destination.
Then again, Miles will be alone at home with Genelia, she already asked my father to send Miles to boarding school at the same time. I somehow managed to make sure that never happened, but then I couldn’t take her casually. Trish was also out of Chicago to attend a consultation at that time. So I remained home with my baby brother.
I didn’t regret that, but I felt sorry deep in my heart for missing the trip, but here I am on my honeymoon with my new husband in my dreamland.
Now, talk about my husband, he really stunned me with this trip. He told me clearly we were going to London for our honeymoon; he has some work here, so I lessened my hope on the honeymoon, not that I had any high hope from him.
But when he told me, we were flying to Italy for a week; I was so astonished, over the moon, and nervous. All the excitements were all over the place. I couldn’t hold my emotion and pressed a kiss on his cheek. I mean, he seriously deserved a kiss for his thoughtfulness. I also thanked him after the gentle kiss.
This still feels surreal, so I made many plans to turn to this place all failed until now. This unknown hasty surprise finally brings me here, in Italy. I stand on the balcony, the sea view from our bedroom is just to die for.
The exquisite blue ocean fills my heart with tranquility, the salty smell hung on the air, fresh, crispy breeze touches my face, I inhale a deep breath and a smile comes to my face naturally. This place feels so good, God. I am going to come to Italy one time every year.
I love this so much, it’s been so long since I got out of Chicago, I’ve been too busy with schoolwork and attending parties I forgot I needed some break too. But now, this is it, I am going to enjoy this week in Italy fully.
“Ready for breakfast?” Brian asks me.
I turn around and see him in his black shorts and a white t-shirt. This is the first time I have seen Brian McCoy without three pieces of business wear that he wears everywhere. The sun glass is sitting on the bridge of his nose, his brown hair is styled with gel perfectly, a little messy than his usual style, but this gives him a carefree look, a boyish nature. This man has the Greek gods type of looks with a perfect six-pack-wrapped body. No matter what he does or wears, he is bound to look like a prince of some continent, no one can argue with this.
I nod and he holds his hands for me. Another surprise. He never did anything in these two days of our marriage like this. I mean, we both are having sex at night in the bed, but he sort of avoided any closeness outside the bed. Here he is giving me his hands to hold is the genuine shock.
I take his hand; he laced our fingers together as we go downstairs to restaurants in search of breakfast.
My heart leaps a couple of times. I don’t know what to think or what to take with this changing attitude.
We sit down at an outdoor breakfast table with a view of the ocean. I think I am getting addicted to the shore, this week I am living by the sea with no thought. They serve a classic Italian breakfast. A pot of coffee, eggs, bread, butter, jam, cheese, and a conversation with Brian is just what I needed.
“So, your friend Veronica Gomez?” he asks, sipping his hot coffee. “You two are quite a pair.”
“What do you know about us?” I ask, biting my bread with jam.
“I saw you two at the parties. Almost everywhere two are inseparable.”
I smile. “She has been with me since elementary, I can’t think of my life without her.”
“Luke Hall too?”
I frown, although I shouldn’t. I know every history between these two families, not from gossips on the parties or rumors but a solid source.
Luke himself told me everything between McCoy and Hall that happened a decade ago, all details he laid in front of me when we became friends. None of us knew that time I would be married to McCoy, not that I would be a part of the Halls family.
This current situation is a tremendous disadvantage for me and Luke. Sometimes I feel we will be fine. Again, this fear comes into my mind where I can see I have to lose him in order to work on my marriage. The hate I witnessed in Brian’s gaze at the gala night when he saw me in Luke’s arm says a lot. Maybe he felt that as a Deja Vu in the same way where his father found his mother in Richard Hall’s arm, the same happened to him when he saw his wife-to-be in another Hall’s arm. Brian’s reaction was aggressive, outrageous, vicious. It almost scared me. If I didn’t pull him back at the party, he could start a war with Luka on that balcony.
Was it normal? I don’t know, I never witness a man shedding his blood for a woman, that doesn’t happen in modern societies, maybe in romance novels or movies. I would love to see Brian fighting for me, getting blow by blow, punching back. That will be a pleasant scene to watch.
He will be injured, true, but I think I am worthy of all the pain.
I knew someday he will ask me to break things off with my dear friend Luke; I ask myself countless times what I do at that time. The answer is still unknown; I am not ready to scarify my marriage at any cost; I vowed to make this work, no matter how hard it is. At the same time, Luke is too precious to me to lose.
Losing a friend because my spouse doesn’t like him doesn’t sound appealing to me at all. I am his wife, life partner, better half, true all of these are. But I am Inessa first, a woman, an individual, a woman with her own voice, choices, rights, belief. I don’t want to lose myself just to become someone’s wife.
I will give my everything for this relationship, but at the same time I will not lose myself in for that as I will not lose my friendship with Luke.
Like, it is nothing but sweet to me all the time. When we are together, we are just Inessa and Luke, two normal people with daily problems in life. Our surname, the power of our family, or the animosity doesn’t come between us, we talk, laugh, have fun, enjoy one another’s jokes as any other friend would do.
I refuse to lose him to anyone. Luke will always be present in my life; unfortunately, Brian needs to come in a term with this. It’s up to him how he digests my friendship with Luke. I am not helping him in this area.
“What about him?” I ask without showing any sign of emotions.
“He is a part of your life.”
“Yes, he is. One of my dear friends.”
“You know the history between us and the Halls, right?”
“I do.” I stop eating and look at his frown face. “Luke told me everything.”
“Now, you are a McCoy Inessa.”
I stare at him. It doesn’t look as if he is hearing his words, or even if he’s “not a big deal” acting is too good.
“I don’t know what that means.” I take a sip of my coffee.
“You will know very soon.”
“Are you asking me to break my friendship with Luke?”
“I am not asking anything.”
“Good, don’t ask that. I will never lose my dear friend. He is too precious to lose.” I smile and continue my eating.
We don’t talk about this anymore; he doesn’t ask, but three clear lines appear on his forehead with the tension around his shoulder. He gets the idea, good, it should be clear as water between us.
Your enemy is my friend, and you need to live with that.
The rest of the day goes smoothly, I keep myself busy with Veronica; she called quite a few times when I was busy with breakfast. I will call her back to tell her all the information she wants to know. If I ignore or delay her a little bit more, I believe she will come to my honeymoon with the motive for the murder.
I tell her everything from the beginning to the day before our honeymoon.
“You are married to your family enemies.” Amusement rings in her voice. “How cool this is. It’s like a Shakespeare tale, tragic yet beautiful.”
I cringe at her words, doing a bachelor’s degree in theater is making her more dramatic. Sometimes I think she forgets she is not on the stage in the real world, but this girl never stops being melodramatic even when it’s serious around her.
After she finds out her boyfriend is cheating on her with a random girl, Veronica Gomez made a sex tape for both of them. She hid a camera in his bedroom, took the video, and exposed him in front of the world, played the victim card so well the moment the sex tape was out; pretended not to know anything, behaved like a heartbroken girlfriend who was blindsided by her boyfriend, whom she loved endlessly. She even slapped him in front of everyone, threw a glass of water in his face, and ran away from the place with fake tears in her eyes. The perfect climax.
She was the talk of the town for several weeks after that, so many women came to her and expressed their sympathy. At every party, they would see her as their mentor. The whole thing was a circus if you ask me. Some even asked advice from her, some complicated her saying how brave she was.
I would say that was one of the most epic and bold things I ever saw in my life. This girl is unpredictable, so is her mouth. Spoiler alert: My mouth is pretty decent in front of her.
“Oh, God.” I sigh. “You are hopeless.”
“When are you coming back?” I ask her as I fall into bed.
“After fucking Nathan Hall.”
“Is he with you?” I raise my eyebrow. “I thought this was your family vacation.”
“In my dream, I am having some hardcore sex with him, but at present, he is in front of me, swimming in the pool as a Greek God. Damn, his abs are just about to die for. And those muscles, I need to poke them during our time in bed.”
“Yeah, whatever. I am having fun tonight with the younger Hall, my baby.”
“Oh, God. Luke will kill you if he finds out.”
“Don’t you dare to tell him? This is a private thing between adults, Luke the junior Hall doesn’t need to know how his brother is on the bed.”
We talk a little bit more before hanging up and getting ready for dinner. I heard that the server at the morning that dinner is their highlight. They also prepared a gift for me and Brian for our wedding. Some local singer is going to sing live tonight, I am excited about that too.
I hop in the shower, blow my hair dry, choose a strapless knee-length dress. I am struggling with the hook of the dress when Brian enters our room. His precious laptop is in his hand while his the other is holding another lifeline, his phone. I want to see how he lives if I took away his phone and laptop from him; I am sure he will die in an hour, two maximum.
This man is even working after coming back from our honeymoon. I saw him in the morning during breakfast, and then he evaporated himself in his work. He was in the lounge working, making calls while I was in my room the entire day. He could have come for lunch or at least have the courtesy to send a text or call to know if I ate or not.
But no, he was too busy enjoying his work to do that.
I don’t give him much attention when I find out he is on the phone talking to someone about his work again. God, I have married a workaholic; I don’t think I will ever forgive myself for that.
I engross myself in the hook of my dress; I make this my only mission but am rebuffed the whole time. I feel a hand against my bare skin; I raise my hand to look at the mirror. It’s Brian.
He is still on the phone, I can tell, as two earbuds are still in his ear. I keep my eyes on the mirror, on him while he hooks up my dress.
I mouth him thanks and am about to go away from him, but he stops me by my arms, our eyes are locked in the mirror, and slowly he lowers himself to my shoulder and places a kiss before sucking between my shoulder and throat while talking on the phone.
My eyes go wide open when he licks the place where he leaves a picture-perfect hickey for everyone to see and know. I can’t even think of anything after that. I feel as if my mind was blank and my body is dead the moment Brian touches me.
The thudding noise of the door brings me to life. The romance, or whatever that was, is over as Brian steps into the shower. Wow, this makes me sick, his behavior is so loathsome. The way he touched me and then disposed of me as if chewing gum makes me nauseous.
This is the second time he disrespects me, good news for him, I am almost near the line. We already have a problem, but I am keeping that to myself, but very soon we are going to talk about this.
His touch heated up my body, as his rude attitude did the same thing as my rage. I leave him alone and make my way towards the dining hall; I am so pissed up with him right now.
It’s been only three days in my married life, and I am already past the timeline of anger. I am a quiet person. Anger is not my thing, not for me, but this man brings out that ugly side of me with his arrogant talk and manner.
It’s better if he stays away from the entire trip. It’s not as if it will not bother him at all. I can enjoy the honeymoon myself, I think I will be better without him.
I stay all day away from Inessa. The itch that I feel for this woman is evident, the fire of passion is flaming too high inside me, notably around my dick.The way I want to get intimate with her is new to me. It shocks me too. This animalistic hunger for a woman is like a new world to me. I never feel this kind of raw desire for Olivia or the prostitute I was with, with them it was straight to business.Olivia and I were more like fuckbuddy, I don’t think we were ever lovers. What is the definition of lovers? I googled it “A partner in a sexual or romantic relationship outside marriage”. If this is the true meaning, then sure, we were lovers. I mean, we were sexually active. Every time we were together, we banged one another like a psychopath, but there was no romance between us.We both met in a bar. I was there with some Chinese investors celebrating a deal that I signed five years ago. A small pub a few blocks away fr
“You should keep your mouth shut sometimes, Inessa. Your bold over-smart mouth will ruin you one day.” My papa’s word. For a long time, I neglected these. I don’t really give a damn what my father’s say as I don’t think him someone honorable to heed attention to.Everyone knows how obnoxious Andrew Simmons is. No one wants to be close to that narcissist man if it’s not demanded. All my siblings, even our maids, tried to stay away from my father’s judgemental thoughts.But right now, I wish I could keep my mouth shut, like the woman who talks about her husband’s mistress on their honeymoon. I don’t know if he has someone to warm his bed other than me. In the past, of course, he definitely had a parade of women in his life. I don’t know if he cheated on Olivia or not.Still, I don’t think it’s right to bring that woman on our honeymoon during this romantic dinner t
Olivia passed away in a car accident six months ago. I was in New York at that time for a meeting to attend with Robbie. I was there for a week. During that one-week separation, we remained connected through calls and texts. We even had phone sex the morning of her death.I cracked the deal; it was a significant one for the company and mostly for my masculine ego. We had a modest dinner with the clients after that; I went to Tiffany and Co., yes, to purchase a ring for Olivia.I had no clue what came to me that night. It just felt right. After all, she was with me all the time, she never complained, smiled every time, even the two times I brought her home for Sunday dinner. She was so friendly with everyone. So I thought the next step of marriage between us made sense, maybe.I chose a cushion-cut sapphire with small diamonds all around it for her, an emerald, and a sparkling ring. She once disclosed her love for the material, so I figured
I open my eyes and see my husband’s eyes are on me; he is peering at me, his facial expression is the same as always, the blank one. His gazes are drawing a map all over my face. Sometimes his gaze stops here and there, zone out at my eyes or lips before resuming the art once again.I don’t know what’s going on inside his head, but I know he is studying, three lines appear on his forehead and prove my assumption right. He is in deep thought. Is he thinking about Olivia or Samantha?I can understand if he is reminiscing about Olivia. They were together for a long time; they have a history, her sudden death may be left a scar on his heart, he even confessed about proposing to her for marriage. I respect that. I like his integrity towards her; I don’t want to fight with Olivia; she has a place in his heart, and I am okay with that.But if it’s Samantha, I am going to lose my mind. That girl slept with my father,
“Let’s swim.”“No way.”“Come here, talky. You are wasting our time.”“I am not going anywhere near water.”“Seriously, Inessa. I never think of you as a party popper.”“Ha, I am not. I just like to stay dry. You can go feel your adolescence in the water.”“I am going but I am taking you with me.”“Brian McCoy, you better stand back. Don’t you dare to come near me? Go away, you filthy gigantic humanoid ”“Let’s dive into the water, honey.”“Brian, you fatuous man. Did you just put me on your shoulder like a cave dweller? The damn. Did you just spank me?”“Shut it, let’s drive into the blue ocean.”“I will die. Dear world, today is my last day on this planet. Please, be familiar with my murderer. He is none other than my husba
“We are here.” Even texts me during lunch.“See you, guys, tonight.” I text him back.I am a pretty social individual; I have thousands of opponents, but I have more allies than that. Every vacation I spent in my life, my friends were constantly with me. Being on this trip without them at first felt weird.It is the first time. Even when I am not in Chicago for work, one or two of my friends are with me as they also work with me. They are my clients or investors. Therefore, I am never alone on trips.Olivia never objects when our friends accompany us. She was more than thrilled to embrace them. Moreover, there was nothing intimate or romantic between us. Maybe that’s the reason we were both or comfortable having our friends with us.I don’t have a clue how Inessa will react to this decision, though. I mean, the last two days were great. We were chatting, giggling, strolling around the islan
This man, this bloody fellow, has the audacity to snuggle with a woman in presence of my eyes. Wow, he is worst, worse than my papa. At least papa did everything behind his wives’ backs, nobody know about his crummy job until he appealed for a divorce from his wives.That’s better, occasionally it’s convenient to remain blindfolded, you don’t need to identify everything in your life or every detail of the surrounding characters. It will make our life way more easy for us.The further we know the rough side of the person beside us, the better we seek to get away from that person, even if we love that person from the bottom of our souls.Love can’t prevail against everything. Sometimes the demon inside us triumphs over the love unless we are strong enough to fight back with the same intensity and courage. For many people, that’s a hard job to do, that’s why love always takes setbacks soon or later.
8 November 2020 Sunday, 4 am. Zoom meeting between Brian McCoy and psychiatrist Dr. Mia Smith.“How is married life behaving towards you?” Mia asks.This is the first time I am having this session with her after my marriage, I became busy and missed at least two of my appointments with Mia. Also, I need to stay in London for a specific time. First, I thought I would be done in a day or two, but now it is a week.Honestly, I was more than happy when I missed those appointment dates; I recall having an evil smile paste on my face. Just like the kid who doesn’t want to go to school and finally succeeds in taking a day off for a garbage reason.I must say I enjoyed this break from Mia a lot, even though the rest of the trip was a kind of going to the gutter at the end.I am here working my ass off on this business deal; I need to excel in this, no matter what. My want for achieving perfection is getting worse da