God, I feel so much better. Sweltering, but better.
Damn. Everything I ate and drank last night is all over the bed, the floor, and yep, you guessed it, Darcy. She’s going bizerk so I grab her. Bizerk she gets all the time. Bizerk I can handle. Hysteria, which she has a courtroom history of, not even I like to deal with.
I grunt.
For as long as I exhibit the signs of abdominal agony, I’ll use them to my advantage. Though it’s my most vulnerable state, I need for her to see me. I need for her to know that puking on her was an accident, that I didn’t mean to.
“Ewww, no the fuck”—Intentional pause—“you didn’t,” Darcy reasons in a sort of I’m going to kill your ass kind of way.
“I don’t feel good, baby,” I moan.
“Aggghhh!” Darcy screams before snatching loose and storming out of the room.
As the coldness from the air conditioner circulates, the smell of vomit is hellacious. In the darkness I lay as still as possible. The bed’s filled with stomach bile and I’m trying my best not to touch it.
Click!
The bathroom light comes on and I can hear Darcy having a conniption. Her every other word suggesting she’s furious. “I know that motherfucker… What the fuck kind of shit… Hell fucking no!”
With all the strength I can muster, I maneuver to ease out of bed. Shit’s about to get crazy and laying here in my own bodily fluids is definitely not a good idea.
“Fuck!” I exclaim as my hand accidentally comes into contact with throw up.
I am now officially, and equally, as enraged as she. “Aggghhhhhhhhhh!”
Despite being a judge, Darcy has a proclivity for violence. She’s often said what she would do if ever she caught me cheating. Which until this morning…
She never had.
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No Love Like This
RomanceSecurity guard for hire by night, courtroom bailiff by day, Joshua Helms is quite the Casanova. Engaged for nearly two years before his fiance suspects him of cheating, he returns to the bachelor life vowing to never again commit. That is, until h...
