A Night to remember : Book 3

Chapter 23

I'd gone and done it this time.

I realized I went too far. I upset him. I knew it the moment I woke up and he wasn't beside me in bed.

I looked over to the clock and noticed the time 10:00 a.m.

I slept through the night. With the jet lag; the exhaustion and emotional tantrum I pulled, How couldn't I?

I felt so ashamed of myself. I turned into a raving lunatic and didnt take into consideration the babies safety or my own.

I look around the suite. It's semi-dark with the curtains drawn and solitary.  I slowly get out of bed and I look down at myself in my crumpled dress. I quickly rubbed my arms to slave off the crisp cool air that brushes over my skin.
I was in desperate need of a shower but then I realized... I had no clothes to wear.  That thought suddenly floored me.  I suddenly don't feel so good.

Because of my insecurities and irrational thinking, my uncalm and uncollected self; just up and boarded a jet like a mad woman.

I had no clean clothes or underwear.

Just great!

I dash away a tear that slid down my cheek from the embarrassment I felt and just walked towards the bathroom.
I pushed open the door and paused. I was floored with what was inside. I slowly walked in and stood before the large vanity counter. On it were five shopping bags. My vision watered as they caught the familiar names of Chanel, Chloé, Dior, Wynn Collection and Prada.

I felt awash with relief then guilt.

With the looks of it all, he spent a good penny.

On me!

I'm astonished at the fact that despite how angry he is with me, he bought all of this.

As I slowly rummage through the bags and unfold a few pieces of luxury apparel, the flashback of his words; he has mentioned like a mantra over and over, swirl in my head.

Nothing but the best for my wife.

I turn and disrobe then get into the shower. Under the deluge of hot water, I sadly wash my hair with the complimentary shampoo the hotel leaves in the bathroom. I cringe at the way it leaves my hair as another pang of guilt roles through me at my predicament.

It serves me right.

But...this is bullshit. I wouldn't be in this situation if he would have answered his damn phone. I was suddenly lost in my mental tirade as I continued showering until the water grew cold.

I stepped out and dried myself off.

I berate myself for what I've done and at the same internally im upset with him and don't truly understand why im feeling so conflicted.

The fact that he took so much attention to detail when he bought everything, only increased the remorse I felt as I slid on the beautiful lacy bra and panties along with a breathtaking sheer floral ensemble from Chloé.
It accentuated my thickened waistline with a belt. My chest bloomed woth each new findings he took great lengths to include. Everything from Coco Mademoiselle fresh deoderant and body cream to a pretty Dior necklace.

I gave myself a once over in the mirror before going toward the door. I reached for the knob and pulled it open but the gruffness of Max's voice in the distance stops me.

A chill runs up my spine and a sense of dread and sorrow Bears down on me as I hear him chastise the person over the phone.
"All I asked is that you keep an eye on her." he paces.
I tightened my hand on the door knob.
"You think? "He stops. "How the hell do you lose track a four months pregnant woman" he turns away towards the window