Honeymoon confessions

ch. 8

     Shandell checked her wrist watch again. She had been doing that since she took her bath the next morning. Waking up to an empty bed was not how she planned her morning to start, especially on her honeymoon. She couldn't help but think of the worse since it was their honeymoon. Where else could he want to be and the fact that his phone was no consolation either.

She jumped up when her phone buzzed and impatiently checked the message. It was from an unknown number. "Justin please let this be you." She said as she opened it. Her eyebrow quirked as she read the message.

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Everyone has a dirty secret,

And so do you.

Shandell read the message again, and again. "What the heck?" she murmured to herself. Definitely, this person knew her. She cracked her brain trying to figure out who was sick enough to send her something like that. Sheila.

Another message interrupted her thoughts.

It's wrong to keep things from your husband, Shandy, but it's even worse to think you can hide from your destiny. You're mine baby and I don't like to share.

She immediately threw her phone on the sofa. Sheila just took things too far and she didn't like it. This was absolute nonsense and would not be entertained. What happened back in college was a past. She was drunk and Sheila took advantage of that. How many times did Sheila want her to explain? One thing was clear though, she wasn't going to allow some fake red-headed girl ruin her marriage.

She picked up her phone once more and dialed Sheila's number. As the phone rang she paced the room, unable to stand at one place. Thankfully she answered after the second call. "Sheila! What the fuck?!" she immediately yelled in a thick carabineers accent. Sheila seemed taken aback by the aggressiveness in her voice. "Speak a language money I understand, Shandy?"

Shandell growled and messed her hair. "You think sending me anonymous text messaged is going to make me agree to your terms? Is that how low you want to stoop?" She flared. To say Sheila was shocked would be using words wrongly. "You need to calm down, baby. I di..."

"Calm down?" Shandell bellowed, cutting her off. She looked at her screen as Sheila's face was going to pop up on the screen. She scoffed and held it back to her ear. "Let me help you understand something. I...don't...belong...to...you." She pointed out through clenched teeth. "If you think you're good at games, news flash baby. I'm the best. Send me this type of shit again and I'll show you the type of power that comes from being married to Justin Grayson." She threatened and cut the call soon after without a response. "Stupid!" she spat as she landed on the couch. Sheila needed to understand deception was a game she was a master of.

Her phone rang and she knew who it was from so ignored it and decided to take another bath. A quick cold one this time in hopes that she could relax some nerves. Justin needed to come back from wherever he went to if he knew what was good for him. She wasn't about to be abandoned on her honeymoon. It felt almost like a one-night stand. Have sex with someone at night and wake up to an empty bed the next morning.

In not less than fifteen minutes she was done and out. She put on her fluffy bath robe and went for her phone, hoping to see at least a missed call from Justin. Twelve missed calls from Sheila had her rolling her eyes but one message from the same "anonymous" caller had her feeling some type of way. Why would Sheila send her another text from an unknown number? She hesitated a bit before reading it anyway.