Good Morning Wife

Chapter One

AMANDA

"Get the fuck out! Both of you!" I was crying as I pulled out all David's clothes and threw them outside. The scene kept playing in my head like it was on repeat mode. My fiancé was on top of my best friend both of them screaming each other's name. Carol has been my buddy since college, we're practically sisters and I was with David for seven years. This wasn't the first time Carol lost her apartment and during those times, I was always there to offer her my spare room. Maybe that's the reason why I kept on looking for two-bedroom unit, because I wanted to make sure my sister has a place to crash in when and if she needs it. 

"This wasn't the first time, was it?" I asked them. David walked towards me, reaching out, my blanket wrapped around his waist. "Don't fucking touch me!"

"Baby, calm down. I know this is a mistake. Please don't make rush decisions. It usually backfires." The pig had the nerve to advice.

"The only thing that backfired, was when I trusted you." I hissed. "You're a pig and despite of me being hurt right now, I'm glad we're over!"

"Baby, don't do this." He took another step towards me again. 

"I said don't touch me! And stop calling me baby. Just get out and continue humping on the stairs." I looked at my ex-best friend. "And Carol, please get a decent job. My apartment's no longer available for you. Bring those sheets as well, you two stink. You're polluting my apartment."

Carol cried hard and begged. "Amanda please. We're sorry. We don't mean to hurt you."

"Meant it or not, I don't give a shit! Out! Now!" I pushed them both outside and slammed the door in their faces.

That was the incident, the painful incident that brought me here right now... VEGAS. My spunky boss Cary was the first person I called right after I kicked the two pigs out. I've been working for her for four years. She's one of the nicest people I know and although I didn't understand her distrust and suspicion towards Carol and David, I now know why. I guess, her woman's instinct's stronger than mine. Thanks to her, I am now having the time of my life, trying to cover the pain and learn how to move on.

DAMIEN

"That's it Reese!" My friend Zachary cheered as I finished my second shot of Sierra Silver. "We know you're a very cool guy but you're normally composed even if you're being funny. Don't get me wrong dude, you ARE funny. But still, so composed, so organized."

"You guys are unbelievable for convincing me into this kind of fun." I know I'm a funny man but I try not to get derailed and end up in Perez Hilton's site puking all over the place. "Either way, I must say, this is fun!"

"Yeah!" Zachary, Chris and my PA Andrew cheered.

"Hey man, I dare you to hit on that chick." Andrew challenged me.

"When did we start playing?" I asked him as I looked at the brunette he dared me to talk to. She was wearing a black cocktail dress, displaying her figure perfect enough to make every guy give her a second look. Her wavy hair laid softly on her back as she took two shots of tequila.

"C'mon Damien. It won't hurt. She's with a girlfriend, either she's single or lesbian. But the blonde is eye-humping the bartender so I guess it's just girls' night out." Chris encourage the idea.

"Perfect timing dude." said Zachary. "She's hitting the dance floor, you know what that means. Give her the Reese move."

"Go! Go! Go!" The three musketeers cheered once more.