◤𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕒𝕞𝕪◢ - It Started With Vomit!

Chapter 15: To the Club, Then the Airport

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A month has passed since I signed this contract marriage deal, accompanied by all its overwhelming happenings. And the media—those nasty tanuki talk show hosts especially—seem to have exhausted their perverted assaults of peering into the Hedgehog family's lives. I almost feel bad for them; having one's privacy battered into utter, trivial significance. But then again, such attentions come naturally with a renowned title.

I also took Shadow up on his secretary offer (I needed to make money, after all) which unbeknown to me would put a twist on the things of media perception. I went from an indifferent, alcoholic nobody to the respected wife of a tech overlord overnight, landing us the nickname of "the power couple." I also enjoyed the fickle attention for a while; of many people appraising you. When you ignore the fact that it's mostly because of your domineering husband's charisma, it's somewhat tolerable.

"How much longer..." I was absolutely sick of waiting! My pumps were killing me, my arms were practically limp, and my breasts were itching to be released from this tight-form bra I'd imprisoned them in! "I wanna go home already."

Hearing my phone buzz, I open my leather tote bag to check who (or which app) it was for a much-needed, apt distraction. Ambivalently, it was Blaze again; for the third time today, too.

She had been calling recently to let me know Rouge was "over clubbing" with questionable men she'd met on dating sites, and that her and Cream's feud was worth sending them both to war so they could invest their non-stop energy into defending the country instead. Sidetracking, how I missed clubbing and would much rather be there than here at this moment. Refocusing, when I had talked to Rouge about it—the speed-dating topic—she honestly seemed more self-assured than befuddled in what she wanted in a new partner. Just wasn't sure how a club was the best place to frequent when searching for the eloquent qualities she had listed over the phone the other night.

Knuckles and Silver did whatever boys did in their spare time, I guess, making sure to check in on me once in a while. 

Which makes me wonder how Knuckles is handling the whole thing.

Talk to you soon, I text Blaze then switch off my phone. I wasn't especially in a chatty mood at the moment. Although I missed them earnestly. 

Not being able to be with them despite our close distance killed me. But since I couldn't meet them however I wished nowadays, I was forced to get creative. Heavily preferring in-person conversation to the digital connections that Shadow suggested as a person, naturally, I coerced Tails to do my bidding. He started arranging private meetings after work hours ever since; especially when reminded of the responsibility he owed to his best friend, Sonic.

Tch! Some friend he is! 

Casually allowing Shadow to annex me, his friend's fiance, like some lottery prize!

"Coffee?"

Well, speak of the devil!

"No thanks. I'll throw up again if I overindulge."

"Mm. I see."

Did he, though? "Were you trying to make me throw up just now?"

He looked confused, but I wasn't buying the pretense. "I would never! Why would you even think that?"

"How can I be so sure when you let Shadow imprison me in this marriage crap despite knowing I was engaged to Sonic!"

"I didn't know, okay! Sonic's very secretive and private with his love life; he never tells anyone anything! Not even me... which isn't apt, seeing that I'm supposedly close to him."