Honeymoon confessions

ch. 7

     Shandell laughed out loud as Justin spun her. "Who knew the rich white boy could dance." She teased. He smirked and pulled her against his chest. "You know that's just racist." He clapped back. "No it's not." The planted a hard kiss on her lips. She looked extremely angelic in her white designer clothing and light make-up. He preferred her hair flow but the way she tied it up in a neat bun made her face look even more flawless.

Michelle noticed how cheerful they looked when she and her husband approached them. It sparked a greater form of jealousy in her. "My, my, my. If you had wings, you'll definitely be considered an angel." Cristian admitted when they stood by the couple. Heat spread on her face. "Th...thanks." She responded nervously. No one saw the slight embarrassment on Michelle's face. She was standing right by him and Cristian was complimenting another woman as though she was a goddess.

Justin pulled her closer protectively. "You look good as well. You too, Michelle." Shandell said.

"Justin." Cristian acknowledged him.

"Cristian." Justin responded with the same curt nod.

"I saw you dancing and I must admit you've got some moves." Cristian admitted to Shandell who couldn't help but smile. "Thank you." She hoped that will be the end of the conversation but apparently he had other plans. He stepped a foot away from his wife and stretched forth his hand. "Would you do me the honor of dancing with me?" She swallowed. She looked from his hand then back at her husband. She didn't know whether to accept or decline. Luckily, Justin spoke up. "No. She's already with someone."

"Who?"

"Really Cristian? You're in your early thirties and I'm in my late twenties. Don't you think we're both too grown to act like this?" The bored facial expression Justin had slipped in his voice. Cristian couldn't hold back his laugh. "Don't tell me you're scared I might steal her from you?" There was a hint of mockery in his tone. Michelle turned red from shame and embarrassment. Was she that invisible that evening?

"Trust me, you're not her type. She's into the more mature and successful type. How else do you think she ended up with me?" Justin asked as he pulled his wife closer to him.

"I'll say by mistake?" Cristian shot back. "Don't you..." "Boys! Boys!" Michelle came between the two men. "Shandell, may I dance with Justin?" Shandell wanted to refuse but then she would appear rude and maybe to the high society, unsecure. She nodded and watched as the brunette walked away with her husband before taking Cristian's hand.

"He doesn't care for me." Michelle stated out of the blues as she danced with her ex-lover. He only nodded, not sure of how to comfort her. She sighed when she caught him looking behind her, at his wife. "Justin. I really do miss you. I want you back." She admitted. He closed his eyes and sighed. She kept making things harder for him. He wondered how many times she needed him to repeat the same thing; he was over her. "I'm married."


She shook her head. "I know you still want me." She pushed. He rolled his eyes in frustration. "No, Michelle. Not anymore." He removed his hands from her waist but she quickly held them in place. "Please, Justin. At least meet me tomorrow." It didn't bother that she sounded so desperate. At this time, shame was the last thing she could feel. He shook his head, no. "I can't. It'll be wrong for people to see us together." That and he didn't want to be too close to her. She wasn't having it though.

"Please. I need to talk to you."

"We are talking."

"You know what I mean. Please. At least for old times' sake."

He felt himself stiffen a bit at her choice of words. "She just had to play that card." He thought. He had to admit, he owed her a lot but still... He shook his head. He had to be strong. She was a deceitful woman. "I can't. It's my honeymoon. How do you expect me to just tell my wife I can't hang out with her because I have to see another person?"