4

Adam's point of view

I hesitated and tried to think of a way to get out of this bind. "No, Diana, that is not the case. Listen, this is our first day as a married couple. Please bear with me. I'm not going to let you spend the rest of the day in the hospital."

Diana moved closer to me and threw her arms around my neck, saying, "I love you. It's perfectly OK to me. Don't be concerned. Now, let's get going."

I couldn't think of anything else to say except, "OK, just wait here while I go to the restroom."

I looked like a complete moron. I raced to the airport restroom and shut myself in, then phoned my friend Jack, who was waiting for me there. "Jack, pay attention. I'm in big danger. I'm asking for a favor."

Jack responded very instantly, "Yes, and I am currently in the company of Sam. Hold on a minute! You haven't boarded the plane yet, have you?"

"Stop what you're doing and pay attention. I informed Diana that one of my friends was involved in a car accident, and one of them was seriously injured and admitted to the hospital. She expressed an interest in accompanying me." I tried to explain my deception to Jack, but he didn't seem to get what I was trying to say.

"So, I'm still stumped as to what we should do," Jack shouted, sounding like a fucking idiot.

I was on the verge of yelling, "You're a fucking moron! I want you and/or Sam to be smacked in the head or whatever, and then I want to take you both to the hospital together."

Jack let out a gasp "oh my gosh! This is really crazy. This is something I am unable to accomplish."

"Please, don't be rude. Please, please, please. I need your help." I pleaded with him since I knew how generous he was. He was never going to let me down.

He groaned sadly and said, "All right, I'll try my best."

"Thank you in advance," I told Jack comfortably before hanging up the phone.

"We can leave now," I said as I walked slowly back to my wife, Diana. As soon as I said something to her, she linked her fingers with mine.

We went out of the airport, and I tried to put a little time between the rest of the group and me. I waited for a cab to arrive, "here," that was courteous and comfy. I extended my hand to the driver, who came out and assisted us in loading our belongings into the trunk.

I helped Diana, who was still dressed in her white dress, in getting into the backseat. When the driver arrived, I told him to "go to the nearest hotel first."

"Why?" Diana inquired, looking perplexed.

I provided a reasonable explanation "First and foremost, you should change your clothes. You're not allowed to go to the hospital in that outfit."

"Yes, I suppose you are correct," she said, nodding.

I managed a shaky grin, but I was truly somewhat scared. I wanted to put as much time as possible between us.

To our surprise, we were at the hotel in about ten minutes, despite the rush hour traffic. I wanted a backup plan in case I ran out of time.

We got out of the cab, and I took her to the receptionist with my arms wrapped around her; she seemed thrilled and smiling, but I was not. "Excuse me, but I need to reserve a suite," I said as I knocked on the counter for the receptionist.

A broad smile spread across his face. "Thank you very much. Yes, I will want your identification."

"I can't find my id," I said as I helped her to her feet and began searching awkwardly through my suit. I lied, without a doubt, but anything to keep her waiting.

She took her purse out of her bag "you can find it here. You may make a reservation with mine." She addressed the receptionist in this manner. "All well, the suite is 1000 dollars per day," he replied, nodding.

I gasped and half-yelled, my face contorted with surprise. "What the heck is going on? It's really costly."

On the other hand, Diana handed him her credit card and said, "You may put it on my card."

"But it's too much," I said as I attempted to stop her.

With a shake of her head, she said, "No, it isn't much at all. Adam, we are not in a state of poverty! What exactly is wrong with you?" She was correct, but really, it was too much for me. Particularly considering how certain I was that I would not be pleased there.

Rubbing my face, I thought to myself: "that's alright with me, OK, whatever you want."

I checked my cell phone, hoping to get a text message from my friend. But I haven't come across any as of yet.

As a result, I slid her between my arms once again. "I need someone to carry our baggage and also unlock the suite for us. As you can see, I am carrying my bride," I said to the receptionist.

"Help them," he said with a smile and a snap of his fingers to one of the staff.

"You may use the elevator, but I want to take my wife to the suite," I said to the man who went in front of us to the elevator.

"But it's on the eleventh floor," the man said, a smirk on his face. I was taken aback and hesitated for a second, but then I sighed and said, "It's all right."

"Adam!" Diana said as she widened her eyes.

But I was adamant. It was an impossible challenge to carry her up and down the entire staircase. I even had the impression that my backbone had shortened! She wasn't overweight, but she wasn't particularly thin either.

Finally, after a half-hour walk, we arrived at our destination: the suite. The man had been waiting for us. He greeted us and opened the door for us with the card, after which he remarked, "Congratulations," and walked away.

I carefully lowered Diana into the bed, then offered the man a few dollars and said, "Thank you."

Diana was in a good mood. She patted the mattress. "Adam, please come here. Just sit there."

I made a shaky motion with my head. "No, I'm afraid I can't. We need to change our clothing and get to the hospital right now."

"But take a deep breath," she said as she squinted her eyes in amazement.

When Diana began pulling her clothes off in front of me, I gulped uncomfortably, grabbed my belongings, dashed to the toilet, and locked myself inside. I had the sensation that my dick twitched in my underpants. 'What the hell is going on with me?' I scolded myself as I muttered beneath my teeth. 'She's my best friend,' I added to myself.

I was trying to recall myself of the situation when I realized that I had forgotten what I had promised my girlfriend!

I changed out of my suit and into a casual shirt and jeans, and when I went out, she was wearing a white baby doll, revealing her gorgeous figure, which I had never noticed before. I was shocked.

Then I yelled out, "Diana!" as I examined her from head to toe and all over her body, including her boobs and lips, "Diana!"

She rose to her feet and walked seductively towards me. I was unable to take a step back. It was as if a magnet pulled me to her and drew me in to embrace and kiss her instantly. "First, let's have some fun," she said as she put her arms around my neck.

But thanks to my friend, who alerted me to the fact that [we are at the hospital] before I made any mistakes.

I yelled, "I'm sorry, but I have to leave. I'm late."

She grabbed me out of my collar. "You aren't going anywhere alone. I'll accompany you to the hospital."

"All right," I shrugged.

But, to be quite honest, I couldn't take my gaze away from her, like if I were seeing her for the first time.