The fill-in wife - Episode 17

 

Maya:

It took me hours to fall asleep last night after Deana's fiance who I now know to be Jordan brought me upstairs. He'd been a shoulder to cry on and just held me silently while I got my pent up anger and pain out. Derrick wasn't in bed when we came in and all through the night while I toss and turn, I wonder where he could be. I turn around on the bed and notice Jordan and Deana sitting on the other bed in the room . They don't notice my awoken state because it's obvious how immersed they are in each other. I can't help but feel alittle bit jealous as Deana whisper something into Jordan's ear and he chuckles. His eyes meet mine and I quickly feign a yawn. The bedside clock says 8:22am. Deana and Jordan are already dressed and I wonder how I slept this long? "We plan to go sightseeing today, Maya. Would you like to go with us? We could just wait while you get dressed." Jordan says as he tuck in the hem of his dress shirt which he has, rolled up to his elbows. "She's not going with us." Deana state before I can get in a word. "I mean she's obviously supposed to be with her husband. This is their honeymoon after all." She says in defence when Jordan throw her a look. "Where's said husband now?" Jordan bellow and Deana frown

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. "We should not just leave her here when she could just tag along with us." Jordan continues. It's obvious this is going to turn into an argument soon so I say what's best for everyone. "You guys can go on without me. Derrick and I already have something planned anyways. I better get ready." I jump off the bed with this and quickly snag a bath robe before I lock myself in the bathroom. I hear the couple argue lightly before Deana yells about getting them another room away from outsiders. She's obviously referring to me. I cringe as the door slam close and there's silence.

I turn the shower on and let the water cascade down my body while my mind drift to Derrick. Where the heck is he? I've had it with his attitude since the wedding. He was the one who proposed and brought me here for an honey moon. What's his problem now? I spend long minutes in the bathroom trying to come up with plausible reasons why Derrick is avoiding me until my skin start to prune. I weakly turn off the shower and drag my emotionally depleted body out.

"Christ! You startled me" I yell at Bea who's sitting on my bed, grinning. "Sorry. The door was open." The glint in her eyes tells me she isn't sorry in the least. "Of course you are sorry." Note the sarcasm in my voice here. I just roll my eyes as I lay beside her on the bed. "Hey! Don't tell me you just want to sleep today." She frown and I shrug. "Where's that husband of yours anyways?" She starts looking around the room dramatically. "He left this morning. Said he has some things to attend to." I say defensively and thankfully Beatrice doesn't catch my lie. The glint in her eyes tells me she's excited with this news. "Yay. We have time to go to the spa then! I hear the massage here is otherworldly." She says excitedly. I guess I could use a good massage. I feel tense all over. "Wait, isn't that supposed to be expensive?" I ask and Bea grin widely. She pull a credit card out of her purse and wave it in front of me. "Someone gave me his card!" She squeal. "You guys seem to be going steady huh?" I ask casually when I really want to get all the inside details. "Of course not!" "How then do you explain his credit card being with you?" I ask and she shrug. "He's an obvious Playboy and I am not becoming another notch on his bed post. Nah-huh" she state matter of factly. "Why take his card then?" "Well, I want to teach him a lesson in this few days. He thinks he's God's gift to women but I'm gonna show him otherwise." "Just be careful." I say because I know of her afinity to bad boys and Xavier is an epitome of one. "Of course. I'm not falling for his charms. I'm not dumb enough to like a man I won't see after this vacation." She says and I think she's trying to convince herself more than she's trying to convince me. "Enough with Xavier. Let's get on with using his card. I know just the thing you should wear."

"Let's get on to the bar. You just have to sip soda if you want. Please." Bea's beautiful face give me that pout she knows I can't resist. All day she has dragged me from the spa to the mall and then to a nightclub just down the street. It's already past 9 and I just want to bury myself in my bed. I'm that tired. These heels Bea picked out for me isn't helping issues as well. I must have blisters by now. "Can't we just go upstairs and change before we come back down? These heels are killing me." I say. She think on this before nodding. "You should go upstairs and change. I'll just get us chairs by the bar." She air kiss me before sauntering off towards the bar. She's obviously tipsy if not drunk. Going to the bar is probably not a good idea but knowing Beatrice, she wouldn't back down till she's done as she wants. I have a feeling there's a reason why she's acting this way but I don't want to pressure her to talk to me about it. Probably because I don't want her to ask me about my problem.

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. She's been watching me while I stare at my phone all day and knows it has something to do with why Derrick is no where to be found on our honeymoon but she's been quiet. The both of us do not want to talk about our problems for now. I guesa this way, we can keep the illusion that everything is great with us. This is going to be a long night.

I navigate past few people chattering on the down floor and start to head upstairs when a familiar head of red hair catches my eyes. She's currently molesting a man who has a firm hold on a bottle of vodka. Angy's hand is on his upper thigh and is already climbing upwards. Their backs are turned to me but I still feel that impulse to run. I have to tell myself that she's just a spoilt kid who I can handle but knowing that I am in no mood for handling Angy, I try to pass her unnoticed but of course we all know what kind of luck follows the trashcan girl. Angy turns around at the moment and her ever present scowl is fixed on me. I gasp in shock as head the guy she's molesting turns back and my eyes lock on his gaze. Derrick!