Our Untold Stories

The Answer

"Baby............ what are you even asking me?" I was crying because we had so much to talk about and she fucking pulled this cat out of the bag. But....... I couldn't reveal truths now. "Stand up." I saw complete heartbreak in her face, and jumped all on her excited. "I will marry you in a heartbeat."

"Good... Our wedding is tomorrow Dee. Ahhhh... I SWEAR if you said no, there would be all hell to pay, and complete hearts would be broken. I... I knew you loved me. I knew it. We will get married tomorrow Dee. In France... Your lovely city of Paris. Dee, our wedding is tomorrow ! I set all of it up, remember I asked you about your dream wedding?... I took notes. Baby. I love you." She kissed me and felt the salty tears on my lips. "You seem.. are you okay?" I sobbed so hard. Why did she love me so? Once she knew what I did, she would hate me... She wouldn't want to marry me. She wouldn't want to see me... She wouldn't want to know of my existence anymore. She planned a fucking wedding, which I'm sure was going to be a dream...

"Queen Deena. I'm flying out two people for us. For you, Kahli, and for me, Tonya. Unless, of course, you want Quinton here too?" I panicked.

"NO!.. I mean... me and him aren't in a good place right now. Fuck him. Bring my bitch Kahli. I haven't seen her in SOOOO LONG... Zara are we really getting married tomorrow?" Kahli was my bestfriend, alongside Quinton, but the bitch moved to Jersey and fucked it all up.

"Yes" She kissed me, like she'd never kissed me before. "We are. You're going to be my fucking wife Deena. My WIFE. MINE. I'll make sure Tonya and Kahli make their way out here in time." I was still crying, half because of excitement, and half because I had just fucked Quinton and now I was to be married to this girl who was giving me more than her all.

I kissed her through sobs, and let out a tearful "I love you Zara..."

" I love you too baby... Let's go back to the room... Mrs. Lovell." My heart sunk to my stomach. I didn't earn that title... But I was about to have it tomorrow...

FUCK, ZARA. You set all this shit up, didn't even give me time to confess... HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO MARRY YOU TOMORROW AND I JUST DID THIS SHIT WITH QUINTON?! I love you, I would marry you in a second... If all of this shit didn't just happen... Fuck, I'm so STUPID. 

Zara started leading me back to the car, and I was still tearing, because I had no clue what I was supposed to do. I wanted to marry Zara, but I didn't want to have secrets in between us, and I'm sure if I told her what the hell I had done, she'd change her entire mind. She wouldn't love me anymore, I would lose my love. All the money she had just spent... How the fuck would I look ruining this? She was so happy, and I loved happy from her. I felt like shit, because I did the most unbelievable thing possible... I can't believe how this shit played out.

We quickly arrived back to the Le Meurice Hotel Paris, where we were staying, but it felt like we were in that car for all of TWENTY YEARS. That car ride couldn't be any longer. I was debating on if I should tell her tonight, but that would ruin the whole happiness she possessed. And I couldn't do it tomorrow because it was damn sure going to be even WORSE. I couldn't win in this case. We made our way upstairs, and I was holding back tears the entire ride in the elevator up. I held tight on to Zara's hand, trying to hold on to her as tight as I possibly could, because I swear I couldn't lose her. We went into our suite and began to get ready to wash before we slept, which I rushed in to, quickly attempting to lock the door behind myself. Zara caught the door before I closed it, and came into the bathroom with me. I figured she could use the bathroom with the bath in it, I needed the one with the shower because I just had to scrub my body clean once again, I could still feel Quinton on me. GUESS SHE JUST HAD TO BE WITH ME, HM?

"Baby, can you come with me in the other bathroom really quick? It's this Parisian quote in there, and like... It's hella dope, just come with me." I followed her to the other bathroom, just dying to clean myself. We walked inside, and all I could see was candles all around the bathtub, and the bathtub itself. The lights were off, and the candles showed the rose petals and the bubbles and the two champagne glasses. At that moment I thanked God that she decided to have the lights off, because at that moment, a flood of tears fell from my eyes. I was a horrible person, it'd been made official at that moment.