PUREED

Miriam’s POV 

My head was banging like crazy. It felt like the whole room was spinning.

“Ughhhhh” I groaned into the pillow trying to catch my breath.

Every single part of my body aches like I had been hit by a truck. 

But then I realised I was home. How did I get home?

I sat up from the bed and immediately regretted it as soon as I did.

Every single part of my body protested with each movement I made and I was…. completely naked.

“What the hell happened last night?” 

I massaged my temple with my fingers as I tried to recall the events of last night but the only thing I could remember was dancing on the dance floor and then….

I saw him… I remember seeing Lazar.

“Oh! Finally awake" Lazar walked into the room with a glass of milk and a tray of breakfast balanced on one arm.

“Ahhhh.” I screamed out loud covering my exposed body with the blanket.

“Why are you here? And why am I naked?” I panicked.

“Well…. Why do you think you are naked?” He asked with a coy smile on his lips as he set down the food tray and gave me the glass of water.

My throat felt so patched I grabbed the glass and finished it in one gulp.

"Need more?" He asked, sitting down beside me while i tugged the blanket higher.

“Baby girl, is there any part of your body I haven't seen?” He asked and my eyes widened completely baffled from his outright brazenness.

“Did…. were you the one that undressed me?” 

"Well practically you undressed yourself and I just watched." he replied like it was no big deal that he watched me strip naked.

I had so many questions but had no idea where to start from. My thoughts were in complete chaos.

“Did…did anything happen last night…you know …. between us?” I asked, barely able to meet his gaze.

“What do you think?” He asked, moving closer.

“Uhmmm…well I don't remember much and I woke up naked so…” I stuttered not knowing how to word my thoughts.

“You are so cute , do you know that?” He says out of nowhere.

“Huh?”

“If something happened between us. I don't think you would need me to tell you.” He had a mischievous smile on his lips as he stared at me.

And that's when I understood what he meant. My face flushed like a pureed tomato while I covered my face feeling totally embarrassed.

“I… I am sorry.” I muttered under my breath. 

For a second I thought he might have taken advantage of me while I was intoxicated but it seems like nothing happened.

“Although….I definitely enjoyed the feeling of your lips against mine.” He whispered into my ears, surprising me with a small peck on my cheeks before walking away.

I stared at the now empty spot he was seated at totally awestruck.

I remember it all now.

I kissed him and… I begged him to sleep with me.

“Oh my god Miriam, how could you be so shameless.” I groaned into the blanket, rolling from one side to the next.

“Make sure you eat your breakfast.” He said, peeping his head back into the room with a wide smile on his face before leaving again.

I wished the ground would open and swallow me up. How was I going to ever have the courage to face him again?

And just then my phone rang and it was Sara. 

“Sara….” I cried into that phone.

“Miriam….” She cried out back, surprising me.

That was not the response I was expecting.

“What's wrong?” I asked, suddenly getting through, feeling something strange had happened to Sara.

If Lazar had taken me home that meant she had been left alone… 

“I slept with a stranger, a hot stranger and he left  before I could wake up this morning. I don't know who it is.”  she cried out.

Did someone take advantage of Sara's drunk state and….

“Sara….should I call the police?” I asked, suddenly getting alarmed.

“No…I consented to it.” 

Huh?

“Then…then why are you crying about it?” I asked, feeling totally confused.

“Because I was planning on keeping him as my new toy and now he is gone. Do you know the way he thrusted his holip into…..” she began explaining and I knew if I do not do something about it she was going to taint whatever innocent image I have of her, not like there was any left anyways.

“Okay…I think that's enough information. I have a banging headache and I need to eat my breakfast.” 

“Miriam wait… I saw you being dragged away by a hunk last night. So…did anything happen?” 

“No….at least not that I can remember.” I replied suddenly feeling disappointed.

At least Sara got some action yesterday.

“What….who was it?” 

“My estranged husband.” I replied.

“What? He is back?” 

“Yes…it's a long story. Will talk to you later.” The scent of the freshly brewed coffee was distracting me. I needed it for my brain to fully function.

“Wait, Miriam…” I quickly ended the call, halting that conversation.

Sara could talk all day if I gave her the chance and any moment from now Lazar could walk back into the room. And I was still naked under the quilt.

I grabbed the breakfast treat and quickly devoured every single dish. 

I have to say,  Lazar is a great cook.

I rushed to the bathroom and freshened up but as soon as I walked out of the bathroom dressed and refreshed suddenly wishing today was a working day. At least that would have been my excuse for avoiding his face.

But I knew I could not avoid him forever and he at least owed me an explanation.

He told me he was going on a business trip and completely disappeared from the grid.

I get our relationship was only temporary but...I was still his wife.

I peeled outside the hallway, it was empty and there was no noise coming from the living room.

“Maybe he went to work? I mutter under my breath, slowly stepping out of the room with the now empty breakfast tray.

The kitchen and the living room were indeed empty and there was no sound coming from his bedroom. 

He has surely gone out. I sighed in relief as I dumped the empty tray on the sink and walked to the fridge to pour myself a glass of water to calm my nerves.

“Now that you are awake. Care to explain what you were doing at a night club grinding against another man and telling him we are getting divorced?” A loud voice echoed in the quiet space, sending chills across my spine.

I slowly raised my head up and gulped, my throat suddenly feeling dry as soon as I met his eyes.

The look in his eyes told me he meant business. This was not the caring look that he gave me this morning when he brought me breakfast. 

This was an interrogating look, he was furious and I was….scared out of my wit.

I suddenly felt guilty and I don't know why?