Muddle on! (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 21

     Zachary Taylor Leonelly.

Humiliation...

Utter humiliation...

I, Zachary Taylor Leonelly have never been so humiliated in my entire life. Tights...I had to wear tights. Not just some silly costumes and tons of hairspray - tights.

God d*mn it!

I jumped into my car, feeling...I don't even know what I was feeling at the moment. Everything perhaps.

Annoyed? You got it.

Angry? You got it.

Irritated? You got it.

Humbled? You got it, as well.

Pissed as hell? That too.

I couldn't believe I just went through all that. And Marie f...Marie f...And Marie Belle dared to look at me like that with her stupid green eyes. No...she dared to look at me like that and say that she had been thinking of food. I mean, it's not like I like her or anything, but that was a huge blow to my ego. Plus, that annoying secretary-girl in that horrendous flowery dress kept pestering me the entire time the photo-shoot went. It has been for freaking four hours not less. I didn't know how else to flesh my wedding band in front of her face to make her understand that I was unavailable. Well, more like not interested. But that she didn't need to know about, and sadly didn't catch the drift.

I needed a drink and some food.

When I got home I headed straight for the kitchen. The cook that my mother hired a few months back prepared yesterday a stake and some mashed potatoes on a side. I opened the fridge and found the container with food ready to heat up in a microwave. On the top shelf I noticed a bowl of salad that my maid Alisa made for me today. I pulled everything out and set the table.

While eating my thoughts unwillingly drifted back to Marie. She didn't look half bad wearing a bit of make-up on. If she would make it a habit of applying some lipstick and mascara on, she'd be able to find herself a decent boyfriend. Not that I care. I took a sip of cold beer between bites and sighed.

Today was the day that I prefer to forget and never think about. It was just too much. Too, too much. Maybe a party would take my mind of the incident and Marie Belle topic altogether.

But first, a nice little nap would do.

...

I woke up around nine in the evening, finding at least ten messages and a couple of missed calls from Cam, Aidan, my mother and some girls that I identified in my phone as big boobs, small boobs, and pink lips. The later one, I wasn't sure what kind of lips they were... And as for my mother, I knew exactly why she had called me - Just to remind me that I needed to fly to New York tomorrow for a family dinner. Anyway, I replied to Cam and Aiden and went to take a shower.

As I squeezed some shampoo into my left palm, I noticed the wedding band on my finger. I totally forgot about it. Feeling slightly annoyed, I rubbed the shampoo into my hair and began moving faster, washing the foam off. I needed more than a party to relax. I needed to find myself a girlfriend. I was too worked up about this entire marriage thing. It was a mistake. A simple silly drunken mistake. There was not much to add to it.

I walked out of the bathroom into my room, wrapping the towel around my hips and went to put the ring into the safe. I slipped it off my finger, dialed code on the panel and threw it carelessly inside. The safe was a necessity. I store there all my personal documents, some cash and some important papers that no one, even my family should know about. I locked it and strolled towards the chest of drawers to get my underpants. Then I headed into the closet to choose something to wear.