6

Diana point of view

I just couldn't figure out what had happened to Adam. I was getting irritated. We split our time between the hospital and caring for his best friend during our first day as a married couple. I was aware that he was also a friend of mine, and I would have taken care of him if something had happened to him. But he appeared to be in good health.

As I turned to face our friend, whom we had brought with us to our suite, I sighed. He was dozing off from time to time, with his face dropping to the floor. However, my conscience forbade me from overlooking that fact. As a result of all of this, I overheard the doctor say, "he should keep his eyes open for the next twenty-four hours."

In contrast, Adam dozed off like a panda, and he looked utterly exhausted, and I didn't want to wake him up.

It was for this reason that I stayed with our friend all night and into the morning. I snatched a pillow from the floor and threw it directly into the face of our friend. He jumped off the couch when he was startled. "What are you talking about? What exactly happened?" I could say that I scared the living daylights out of him.

"Nothing," I said with a smirk, "but you should stay awake."

He snorted and returned to his sleeping position after nodding. I got to my feet and walked straight up to his head. I snatched a water glass from the table in front of him and squirted the entire contents into his face. He gasped as if he were drowning in the deep sea, which caused me to laugh out loud and, regrettably, inconveniently.

Adam awoke when he heard my laughter and walked closer to me, saying, "Please do not torture him. He is not the one who is to blame for the snooze-fest that was our first day."

I drew a brow upward, "I wasn't torturing him in any way. What are your thoughts on me? Selfish? As if you didn't already know who I was!" Adam, on the other hand, accused me of being heartless. I really wanted to lend a hand over there. His blindness to the fact that no other bride would accept such a situation is beyond comprehension.

Adam gulped and kissed the top of my hand, a nervous squeal. "My apologies; I didn't mean to say it in this manner. I meant that he is sick and that we should be considerate of him. He didn't compel us to look after him after his accident, but I offered to assist him if needed. That's why I'd like to ask you to return to your bed and get some rest." He was courteous in his communication with me.

And I agreed; in fact, if he hadn't offered his help, I would have been sleeping under his scorching body instead. But what am I supposed to do if I don't want to spend another night without him? I didn't have a choice.

I sighed and walked to the king-size bed, where I rolled all over the bed alone, feeling emptiness and coldness in my body and soul. Don't even bring up the fact that I was wearing my casual clothes when I fell! Yes, I'm wearing a shirt and shorts. I couldn't change into my lingerie because there were no doors between the small living room attached to our bed in that suite and the rest parts. If our friend wakes up and discovers me half-naked in my transparent baby doll, what would happen? I couldn't get used to being treated like a whore. Simply put, that was not my style.

After a few hours, I awoke and stretched my arms, looking around for my husband, who was supposed to be next to me, but I remembered what had happened the night before. I took my time walking into the living room, but there was no sign of Adam or our friend there to greet me.

The next thing, I picked up my cell phone off the nightstand and called Adam, but he didn't pick up the phone.

When I didn't see him around, I became furious, thinking that he might have gone to send our friend to his house or something.

That's why I decided to take action by calling my friends Sarah and Liza and meeting them in the lobby to catch up with them and talk. I hoped that they would be able to find a solution to my terrible predicament.

They both arrived in the lobby after a couple of hours, thanks to a few phone calls I made on their behalf. And I walked down to them with trepidation.

They were all waiting to find out what had happened the night before. My response was a shrug of my shoulders and the words, "Well, don't ask."

My friends both looked at me strangely, and they dragged me into the hotel restaurant, where we had breakfast, a drink, and a conversation.

As the girls were conversing, Liza began, "So, what exactly happened? And where has Adam gone? In light of what you both did sexually last night, I assume he is sleeping or taking a cold shower at this point." And she laughed as if she was thinking about something naughty.

It looked like I had returned from a battle as I hummed and sighed, playing with the strands that covered my hair, but the truth was that I was only exhausted from staying up late watching our friend Jake until the wee hours of the morning. Not to mention that Adam left us both in the cab and went somewhere to buy medications as he stated, only to arrive too late because he was running late.

"No, there was nothing that happened between us, and it was a disgusting evening. Please, I'm in desperate need of assistance. I'm completely perplexed and irritated, and I'm afraid I'm going to choke on my own saliva." I said it in a sarcastic tone. Even though I was still checking my cell phone, Adam had not returned my call or even sent me a text message, and I had no idea where he had gone.

Sarah said, in a cold and unyielding tone, "I believe he may have fled the scene. Still, I have no idea what happened to you and your husband the night after your wedding, but the fact that he did not take advantage of you on the first day after your wedding can only mean one thing: he is not in love with you." Her words were lethal to me.

I tried everything I could to avoid thinking about such horrible things until she appeared as if she were my brain, attempting to provide me with ideas, but only bad ideas that worried me.

I huffed and blinked, my eyes fixed on Sarah. "Why do you keep insisting that he doesn't care about me? He is under no obligation to marry me. He approached me and proposed to me. Adam and I have been friends for a very long time." I attempted to explain myself to her.

But she sat down in her chair with her cup of coffee in front of her and asked, "could you tell me where he is now that he is your husband?"

I replied, looking at Liza, who was also concerned, "I understand. No idea what happened, but Jake was injured last night, and we had to care for him throughout the night. And when I awoke the next morning, I couldn't find any of them."

Sarah was at ease, "take a look! Adam tried to come up with reasons to avoid being around you. I believe he is being coerced into marrying you for some unknown reason."

Liza interjected herself into Sarah's conversation and said, "Sarah, I believe you are exaggerating your concerns. He'll be back in a short while."

Sarah, on the other hand, kept texting someone. "Are you texting your secret lover?" I inquired as I peered into her cellphone.

Sarah hid her cell phone away from me, "All I said was that this is a new relationship, and that's all I meant. That is why I do not want to speak about him at this time."

Liza, on the other hand, insisted, "Is he in a relationship or married? Because we used to confide in one another about everything! Furthermore, this is strange. Sarah, up until now, you haven't introduced us to him, and I believe that this relationship has been going on for several months." Liza wished to make a point to Sarah about something. Because she was entirely correct. After all, it wasn't a new relationship, and Sarah insisted on keeping her lover a secret from us as if she was afraid we would take him away from her by force.

I kept my gaze fixed on Sarah, waiting for her response or clarification. Sarah slid the phone into her wallet and said, "I stated that it is only a new relationship, and that is all. And, yes, he is married, but he despises his wife, and he intends to divorce her as soon as possible."

I let out a gasp. "How did you manage to separate a married man from his wife? You are attractive enough that you will attract a suitable gentleman." The idea that Sarah would do such a terrible thing as wreck a man's home had never occurred to me.

Sarah snorted and muttered, "because he was more interested in me than in her. His parents compelled him to marry her, and that was the end of it."

"That's why you're making the assumption that Adam isn't madly in love with Diana," Liza grunted.

And Liza continued to speak to Sarah, saying, "But believe me when I say that your married man is not going to divorce his wife in order to accommodate you. If he hadn't dared to refuse to marry a woman he didn't fall in love with right away, he wouldn't have the courage to divorce her as well."

Sarah's face flushed as if she had just realized what she had done. On the other hand, Sarah decided to turn the tables on me once more, asking, "So, Diana, what would you do with Adam tonight?"

Liza muttered as soon as she heard the question. "You should try to seduce him, Diana. Don't allow him to make an excuse. What if he was suffering from a sexual problem?"

I was shocked and covered my face "oh my goodness! What if it turned out to be true?"

"Isn't it possible that his dick is dead, or that he is gay, or that he has a mistress?" Sarah speculated.

I made a shaky motion with my head. "He does not have a mistress. Furthermore, he is not categorically gay. But what if his dick is no longer alive?"

Not Sarah, but I was the one who was asking the question.

On the other hand, Sarah advised that "if I were you, I would get a divorce and find another man."

"Adam will never be divorced from me. Since I was a child, I've had a soft spot for him." Sarah had gotten under my skin, and I groaned.

Liza made a snapping motion with her fingers. "Why don't we go out shopping? After all, there's a swimming pool here, right? Let's go out and buy some swimming suits so that we can spend some time in the pool having fun."

Liza's suggestion appealed to me, and as a result, I enthusiastically agreed, "Yes, let us go."

But Sarah received a phone call, and she excused herself from the group for a moment before returning and saying, "girls, I'm sorry, but I have to go meet my boyfriend right now."

"okay. Have a good time." We both gave her a friendly wave.