Belongs to him

9 | Not a normal first date activity

Alina Windsor

My head hurt. It almost felt as if it were throbbing in a way and I hadn't even opened my eyes yet. I knew the price of whatever I drank last night would be put to work when my eyes greeted any sort of light.

So instead of facing forward I turn my body into the pillow and open my eyes to white sheets. The pillows were satin and fluffy which confused me because before they were a light green.

When did Molly change the sheets?

But as I look down, I remain in my dress from last night. Then as I look beside me I see him, he was still in last nights clothing as well sound asleep.

Then I remember, I remember it all. With a shaken hand I slowly slipped my left hand out from under the pillow and unfortunately there it was.

Fuck.

The diamond remained on my left ring finger with the second band attached to it. I'm still clothed and thankful as I remember last night. We never slept together, he took me to a hidden little bakery, where we shared our wedding cake.

Our wedding cake.

I'm married to the man beside me in this bed after a drunken evening. Oh my god, my friends. I look around the room and then I see it. The perfect view over Rome, the two empty bottles of champagne and the one from the restaurant reminds me of my headache.

The hotel room was beyond gorgeous and let alone massive. Where the hell was my phone was the question. I needed to get out of here and discretely.

Slowly I remove the duvet and quietly place it back down. It was like a game, this is the most quiet you have to be in your entire life.

But when you are supposed to be as quiet as possible, you seem to be more loud than ever. I searched the room quietly and after I find my shoes I find my phone on the couch in the other room.

10 missed calls

20 messages

They were actively going to strangle me. But that didn't matter now, I need to leave Italy. I need to return to my life in New York. To my friends and maybe avoid my family for a bit.

God Mia was going to kill me, my baby sister would be so hurt. Reagan and Matthew would be worse. At least it was in a church before god. But yet I was mortified, because I'd have to divorce this man and I lived in a family who was against divorce.

Well my siblings couldn't give two fucks, but my parents. They were a different story. My mother's sister, Aunt Sofie, got divorced years ago because she was gay. My mom and her didn't speak for a year until we threatened our mother that we'd cut her out. As selfless as she was to the people of the world. She wasn't to her family.

She'd lose her mind if she ever heard of this.

My head felt like it was clanging as I found the door and as I opened it a guard stood staring at me confused. He was a bit older seemed to be in his fifties and reminded me of Joe, from the Princess diaries.

"Mrs.Romano, good morning" Fuck, there would be someone waiting outside for me. They seemed to be everywhere as if I were going to kill him.