"Hey Tiffany, wanna hang out?" I said talking to Tiffany through my phone. I was still in the yellow taxi that picked me up from the house. The driver was a cute guy with brown hair and amazing cheek bones. I directed him to the first club my brother opened up that wasn't to far.

I was sitting in the back and was using the mirror from my bag to adjust myself. My bag was like my survival kit. It was a plain wool tote bag that I used for almost everything. I also had a change of clothes, lots of snacks, a portable charge and ear buds.

I decided to change in the back since it was dark enough for him not to see much. I had a red floral top and white pants. I decided that I would leave the wedding dress in the cab. I mean I loved it but I would never really use it again and it didn't have any sentimental value to me. I put my hair down from my bun and finger combed it at least three times.

"Yeah girl. Where to?" she said excited.

"The first club" I said.

"Okay girl. Let's hit the town and paint it brown" she said.

I laughed and said see you there. Then I shut the phone and waited until I got to the club.

As soon as I got there, I went straight to the bar. I needed a drink after what just happened and since I was feeling sassy I ordered a strawberry lemonade Vodka. I sat on the blue stool sipping my pink drink when someone tapped me on the shoulder.

I turned my head and saw a guy with light green eyes and dark black hair. He was in all black and had a white jacket.

"Hey" he said and flashed a white smile. His voice was sexy and husky. He had a deep British accent that could make any girl in the club drop her panties.

"What's up?" I said with a smile as well and turned my body all the way in his direction.

"Oh nothing much. Just came to this club with my friends thinking that I would have had a terrible time. But then I saw you." He said and whisper the last part in my ear.

"Did seeing me change things?" I asked with a smirk and then took another sip of my drink.

"Absolutely. A gorgeous girl like you could lighten anyone's mood" he said and then took the seat that I was saving for Tiffany.

"Thank you, but I would beg to differ" I giggled.

"Don't sell yourself short honey pie. So will I see you on the dance floor later?" He flirted as he put his hand on my lower thigh.

"We'll see where the night takes me." I said as I put his hand on his own knee. He then responded with a laugh and left me but not before giving me a kiss on the cheek.

Then after a couple of minutes more Tiffany finally showed up. She was wearing floral romper with black flats. As soon as she sat down, she ordered a drink and I ordered another of what I had.

"So what's with the grin?" She questioned with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

"What grin?" I said playing dumb.

"Did someone hit on you?" She squealed.

"Eh, maybe. Does it matter?" I said.

"Yes girl. He could be your future hubby" she said as she shook my shoulders.

"Actually... I'm already married so...." I said and then went back to my drink.

"WHAT! YOU GOT MARRIED ALREADY? WHERE THE RING GIRL??" She yelled loud but not loud enough to draw everyone's attention. Then she took my hand and tried to look for the imaginary ring.

"Yea, I got married and I don't know where the ring is girl. He didn't give me one and even if he did I would have thrown it into a lake. He threw cake in my face before I came here." I sighed.

"GIRL, YOU MARRIED SOMEONE WHO IS DISRESPECTFUL TO CAKE?" She yelled in horror.

"That's exactly what I was telling myself on the way here" I said.

"But in all seriousness, tell me you did something after he did that shit because you know if that happened to me he wouldn't be breathing right now" she said angry.

"No, before I left I gave him a piece of my mind with colorful words." I said.

"Aww, I knew I would rub off on you girl. Your growing some balls, finally." She said and hugged me tight.

"You make me sound like a man" I whined and tried to get out of the tight hug.

"Whatever. So did you do it today?" She asked.

"Yup. He's probably spending the honeymoon with Cindy as we speak" I said.

"Who the hell is Cindy?" she said confused.

"His girlfriend" I said with disgust.

"Why marry you if he had a girlfriend?" She exclaimed in confused.

"Girl, I don't know the family is on drugs. Anyways how's you and your man?" I sighed.

"Oh girl we made up yesterday. He came over to your old place and said sorry. He then picked me up bridal style and put me in the car. We made passionate-" she started to say but I cut her off.

"Tiffany, no. TMI" I said.

"Whatever." She scoffed.

"So how's Cheri?" I asked curiously.

"Oh she was mad that I was staying there, but when I cursed her ass out, she shut the hell up. Girl, did you know her boyfriend was bi? Like while I was there he just brought some guy home and they was doing the deed." She said surprised at the last part.

"Yea girl. I told Cheri but she doesn't care. She's gonna keep him until he drops her" I sighed.

"I don't know about that because they getting married. She's already calling people like caterers and florists to take care of things. The worst part is that she's paying for everything." She said.

"The only thing we can do is pray someone beats some sense into her" I said. Figuratively speaking.

"Okay enough of this sadness we did not ditch our husbands to sit and mope. We came to dance bitch and that's exactly what we're gonna do" she said and pulled my arm so I stood up laughing a little. We went to the dance floor and started swaying to the music.

Then two guys came behind us and started grinding on us. Tiffany was on the fence and turned the guy behind her away while I just kept going. Technically I wasn't really in a committed marriage and as I told Mr. Shaw before: I called the shots now. So I get to dance with who ever I want. The fact that I was pretty tipsy helped take away all my feelings. I turned my head to see who was grinding on me and it was the sexy British guy from the bar.

"So you finally came" he whispered in my ear.

"How could I stay away?" I giggled. And then I felt him leave. I turned around and saw him.

"GET OFF. THIS SLUT IS MY WIFE." He yelled at the British dude. I turned around a little scared. Mr. Shaw took the British fellow by his shirt and lifted him in the air.

"Well she probably shouldn't be married to you if you're calling her a slut." He laughed.

Then he turned to me with his flirty eyes "baby I can take much better care of you" he said.

Then Mr. Shaw punched him and then British dude was out cold.

"What wrong with you?!" I yelled at Mr. Shaw as I tried to help the guy he just punched but he snatched my wrist and dragged me outside of the club.

"You better not say a word. Not a single word" he warned as he dragged me to the car and then shoved me into the back seat.

"You always have to ruin everything" I whined but he didn't respond. When we finally got to our destination he walked off into the house leaving me behind. I got inside, closed the door and when I turned around Mr. Shaw was there wedging me in the middle of him and the door. My heart was beating at 900 mph, I was scared that he would do something terrible to me but I pushed that a side. I had to appear strong.

"So you think you can talk to me like that do you? You think you can disrespect me like that in the club?" He said in a deep irritated voice.

"Eh, I'm pretty sure I can do whatever the hell I want. Remember?" I said with an evil smirk and narrow eyes.

"You should be grateful a man of my statue married you" he boomed.

"Not really. Just like that cute guy said at the club Michael, I should be married to someone that doesn't call me a slut." I said.

Then I stepped forward and went to whisper something in his ear "he would probably take better care of me than you ever could."

He got pretty angry with that because he slammed me against the door and I saw his jaw clench.

"Don't you ever say shit to me like that again because you will regret it. That guy was nothing but street trash just like you" he spat.

"Everyone is trash to you. How do you know you're not the trashy one? Is it because your rich? Because money don't make you a person. Is it because people fear you? Because enough fear can turn people sour" I whispered amused.

"Why should I listen to you? You don't know anything" He laughed bitterly.

"I do know that the world doesn't revolve around people with sticks lounged up their flat asses" I said dryly.

"Of course the world revolves around me. I'm what guys want to be and what girls wanna sleep with" he said arrogantly.

"I don't think girls wanna sleep with someone who has a stick in their ass. That would be quite awkward. And who would wanna be you? The richest people are the sadist people. You're a good example of that honey." I said with a smug smirk on my face as I reached up to pat his chest.

6 pack?

"Shut up" he yelled as he grabbed my hand and put it against the door.

"You're trash. You're not even my wife. Not by a long shot. You just an incompetent insignificant ant. You're not even a person." He growled.

"Thank you. Now can you let this trash person get out of your way? Go attend to your slut or something" I said and tried to push him so I could leave but he was unmovable.

"I'm not done with you yet" he said.

"Ugh. What else do you have to say because I'm pretty sure you have said all you needed to. Insulting me anymore won't amount to anything" I sighed.

"Yes it will because you get to understand how much my hate for you is. How irritating you are. How ugly you are. How much I would love to kick you out of my house. How much you mean nothing to me and everyone else." He said harshly.

"I already know you hate me and to what extent. Look there's this saying, "when someone shows you who they are, believe them" and you have already showed me who you are, and I believe that you are an incarnation of Satan. Now leave me alone" I said the last part through gritted teeth.

"Why should I listen to something a slut says? All you know as a saying is "when I open my legs I get money"" he laughed bitterly.

"YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW ME" I yelled.

"I DON'T NEED TO. YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A HOBO WITH STDS LIVING UNDER MY ROOF." He yelled back.

"WELL YOU ONLY HAVE TO DEAL WITH THIS HOBO FOR A YEAR, SO SUCK IT UP AND SHUT THE HELL UP YOU BAS-" and then he cut off my sentence. He did the craziest thing in the world. It took a second for me to comprend what was happening. He... he...he was kissing. His lips just slammed onto mine and that made my back slam the against the door. As soon as I proceeded everything, I pushed him way.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! ARE YOU ON DRUGS?!" I shrieked.

"NO. YOU KISSED ME" he yelled and then stepped away from me to wipe his lips furiously.

"WHY WOULD I DO SUCH A THING? YOU'RE A JACKASS. TOUCH ME AGAIN AND YOU'RE GONNA WAKE UP IN A DITCH. I DON'T WANNA WAKE UP WITH ANY STDS YOU CONTRACTED FROM THAT SLUT!" I yelled and stormed up the stairs. I'm traumatized. I didn't know what to do. I mean the kiss was actually quite nice but words and actions mean more than a silly kiss.

He doesn't make any sense. He hates me but he kissed me.

Then all of a sudden, I heard the door slam and then tires screeching. They faded after a few minutes.