A Perfect Mess

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It was an amazing night for me since I don't have to work tomorrow. I was lavishing myself with wine inside my bedroom, sitting on the couch while listening to 80's music, when the door opened.

"What the hell? I thought you were not going to interrupt my night?!" I yelled and he didn't give a damn but stepped inside and walked toward where I was sitting. He was holding a shampoo bottle and I was staring at his lean body. His abs glistened with droplets of water.

Okay, I think I'm staring for too long.

"What do you think is this for?" he asked, handing me a white bottle, which was a shower gel.

"Shower gel," I answered, giving it back to him. He smiled at me, sheepishly.

"Great, and this?" he said handing me another bottle.

I was getting pissed and he kept going in and out of my room. Why do devils have to teleport? Seriously, if I have that kind of power then I would have gone to Paris, Brazil, Japan, or even Antarctica just to get away from him.

I took the bottle harshly from him and he made a pout.

Wait a minute.

Does that mean he can take me to Japan or Paris or anywhere right?

A shaving cream. Duh. "Shaving cream. Seriously, can't you see it's written here," I said, pointing to the bottle where the big, bold letters of 'shaving cream' was written.

"Oh. Okay," He answered and stared at the last bottle I handed him. I noticed him biting the inside of his cheeks and eyeing the bubbles on his arms and shoulders.

"Oh. My. God. Don't tell me you used that on your whole body. Because that's not a shower gel." I laughed and he scoffed at me while getting out.

"Whatever," he muttered before banging on my door.

I don't get why I let him manipulate me into letting him stay here. A devil from hell who looked like my dead boyfriend. How was that possible? Maybe I'm hallucinating from all the sleeping pills and anti-depressants I took.

I'm just depressed and seeing things. Yeah, that's it. Maybe I need to socialize more. I need to go out.

I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and dialed Tori.

"Hey," she answered and I sighed in relief that it didn't take too long.

"Hey, girl. Wanna go to the club?" I asked. I have never been to a club ever since I got attached to Philip. He never let me and I wanted the same. Sometimes we just chill on the beach, holding hands while walking. The simplest thing but the most unforgettable is that we only need the presence of the two of us and no one else.

"Cool, let's meet at Ruby's. Exact nine. Don't be late," she warned before hanging up. I was never late. She was.

I was living a fairytale until it was ruined by a truck on the highway of Route 59. Stupid fuck. The dumbest truck driver ever.

He shouldn't have been drunk that night. The night, three days before our wedding.

We were fucking delivering invitations personally to our relatives and friends. Of course, we had other business like pulling up in a murky forest, beside the road and doing things in the backseat. You know what I mean.

"Whatever you're fucking thinking can't be good. Come on, get up. Put this on," he ordered me and I obeyed. Putting on a sexy-red-sleeveless dress. It was tight on me and I never notice how I'm doing it when I'm not moving.