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Chapter 6

We touched down in Greece and hailed a cab to take us to our hotel. We pulled up to a large building and walked in the spacious lobby where a young man took our bags and a young lady wordlessly offered us a flute of champagne. 

"Welcome to Greece, do you have a reservation?"

I nodded before pulling out my wallet. "Reservation for Mr. and Mrs. Bourgeois... should be the Honeymoon Suite."

"Ah yes, Mr. Bourgeois. We have been awaiting your arrival! The Honeymoon Suite is $3600 a night, and it says you'll be here for the week?" 

"Yes, sir.." I pulled out my debit card. 

Deja was sipping her champagne and glancing around the lobby in quiet excitement. We checked in and headed to the Penthouse level for the suite. Deja gasped when the doors opened revealing the room which was spacious and lavish in nature.

She walked in slowly, placing her flute on a nearby counter, her mouth open. Suddenly she squealed and took off, running and jumping onto a California King bed that was central to the left side of the suite. 

"Sir, your keys..." The concierge dropped a key card and a small piece of paper in my hand that had our pin code before stepping back into the elevator. The door closed as he tipped his hat.

I looked back at Deja, who was giggling and rolling in the large bed. 

"This is amazing! The room is beautiful, you must have really loved her, huh?" My face fell. So did hers.

"Oh my gosh, wow Larry, I'm sorry... I just say whatever comes to mind-" I shook my head.

"No, it's fine, I did... Everything I did for her was excessive just to show her my affections," I shrugged and took off my jacket.

"I'm thinking we should get showered and rest up, we have plans tomorrow..."

She nodded and slid off the bed. "I'll go first." She grabbed a small bag and walked into the bathroom. I sat down on the bed and grabbed my laptop, quickly signing in and confirming the next days plans. We had a couples spa day and  fancy dinner reservations tomorrow, several excursions and tours set over the next week. My phone buzzed in my pocket.

Ma mère... Merde. (One thing almost every LT Lady can enjoy is the fact that the twins speak French, and they do so beautifully. Now sadly, I am not French- I will be taking French classes for my major, but all I know is Ja Ma'pelle, and I'm sure that's wrong, I can say it I know it means 'My name is' but you get the point, there will be hella Google Translate usage, I'm sorry if you do speak French, this might be painful but I will have all translations in italics.) 

"Bonjour, maman." Good afternoon, mom. 

"Bonjour, mon fils ... Qu'est-ce que ce que j'entends dire que vous s'enfuir avec une nouvelle épouse, et laissant Selena à Las Vegas sur son propre?" Good afternoon, my son... What is this I hear about you running off with some new bride, and leaving Selena in Vegas on her own? Dammit! Who told her? This was not going to end well. Maman loves Selena...

"Merde, droit au but, n'est-ce pas?" Damn, straight to the point, aren't you? 

"Je suis trop vieux cher, à tourner autour du pot ... Une réponse, s'il vous plaît?" I'm too old dear, to beat around the bush... An answer, please? Sigh.

"Ma, Selena a triché sur moi ... je me suis ivre et je me suis réveillé à côté d'une autre femme qui portait la bague de grand-mère, il semble que nous sommes mariés ..." Ma, Selena cheated on me... I got drunk and I woke up next to another woman who was wearing Grandma's ring, apparently we got married...

Silence. I bit my lip, and chewed, waiting for the blow up.

"Vous avez fait quoi?" You did what? Her voice was incredibly soft and I winced from the sound.

"Maman..." 

"OH DIEU MERCI!" OH THANK GOD! 

"Quoi?" What? Did my mother lose her mind?

"Oh Larry, mon garçon, je détestais que Selena enfant, elle était toujours aussi snob, son attitude était horrible et inexcusable! Vous l'aimiez tant, donc je l'ai laissé seul, mais je n'ai jamais voulu vous marier cette fille ... Je suis tellement désolé, Larry. Je l'ai dit quelque chose-mais c'est une chose que vous n'avez jamais fait les garçons Bourgeois -. Écouter " Oh Larry, my boy, I hated that Selena child, she was always so snobbish, her attitude was horrible and inexcusable! You loved her so much, so I left it alone, but I never wanted you to marry that girl... I am so sorry, Larry. I should've said something- but that is one thing you Bourgeois boys never did - listen.

I couldn't even believe the words I heard her saying. I took my phone away from my ear and stared at incredulously. Was this still my mother?

"Vous alliez me laisser épouser une femme qui n'était pas bon pour moi?" You were going to let me marry a woman that was no good for me?

"J'espérais que vous seriez venu à vos sens alors."  I hoped you would have come to your senses by then. 

I shook my head, again, this was wild! 

"Je suis désolé Larry, je dois aller, quelqu'un est sur ​​l'autre ligne pour moi. Je t'aime, bébé!" I'm sorry Larry, I have to go, someone is on the other line for me. I love you, baby boy!

"Je t'aime aussi, maman." I love you, too, mom. She hung up and I sat my phone down, once again shaking my head. She certainly had me fooled, I thought she loved Selena! 

Deja came out of the bathroom then, in sleep shorts and a purple tank top. She put her toiletries back in her suitcase and turned to face me. Right away I could tell it was... chilly... but there was more than that... Dear Lord, the woman had her nipples pierced. I gulped nervously and dragged my eyes up to her face, her lips were moving, but I stared blankly at her.

"I'm sorry, what?" My voice sounded scratchy, and my eyes watered. 

"Are you okay?" Deja walked over to me, her voice concerned. "Does your throat hurt?" She put her fingers gently at my throat, but her pierced breasts were at perfect eye level from my position. My mouth may have watered a little...

I cleared my throat harshly, and choked out a "no" before I slid out of the bed and ran to the bathroom. I breathed in and out roughly trying to control the lust coursing through my veins. My God, was I that sexually neglected?? I hit my head softly on the wall and ran my hand over my fro. 

I take a short shower, slightly more cold than usual, and rushed the motions, scrubbing my body and trying my best to ignore him at all costs. A mere 10 minutes later, I was calm and in a towel. I slid out of the bathroom and Deja was under the covers, reading something on her phone. She glanced up when I came out and she was wearing purple rimmed glasses. She acknowledged my half-naked state with a smirk and went back to her phone, shaking her head slightly.

I grabbed some shorts and slid those on quickly under the towel, my back to her, before tossing the towel back in the bathroom. The bed was cool and I could tell my feet were going to dangle. Turning off my side lamp, I said a quick 'goodnight'.

"Goodnight," was the last thing I heard.

A.N. Hey guys! It's been wayyyyy too long but I set aside some time today to bang this out, I'm sorry it's so short :( the next chapter should be longer and quicker (update wise). Hope all is well! Love you guys :D See you next time I update :*