Page 2 of My Bloody Valentine

A loud screech erupts from my throat as my hysteria finally rises enough for me to take action. Both yelp, Grant pulling from her. Like dominoes, everything falls into place.

This is not a dream. This is not a nightmare. This is real life. And not only does my fiancé seem to enjoy doggy style, but he also seems to really enjoy it with Jessica. My head spins as I take in their shocked faces.

“Babe,” Grant cries out, doing his best to zip up his pants with a flagging erection. “It’s not what it looks like. I-”

“You what? You were undoing your pants to go pee and slipped and fell into Jessica’s pussy? Is that what you’re about to tell me? Is that what you think is most believable? I might be naïve, but I’m not stupid. At least give me that much credit.”

On the floor, sprawled out in the most unladylike manner, Jessica looks up at me, her eyes wide and wet… with tears? What is she crying for? It’s not like she’s the one that just got cheated on.

“Please Candy. I-”

“Oh no. Don’t you dare Candy me. Get up.” When she doesn’t move, rage floods my system, filling me until I’m unable to see. Reaching over, I grab her by the arm and haul her to her feet. “I said get the fuck up.”

“Please, Candice. I can explain,” she babbles. “It was an accident.”

Narrowing my eyes, I cross my arms and stare both of them down. “Again, the only way this can be an accident is if I suspend disbelief. Which I refuse to do. Try again.”

“It’s true, babe,” Grant cajoles, easing his way over to run his hand up and down my arm. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“Damn right it wasn’t. I want answers. I want them now.”

“I wanted to use the bathroom,” Jessica stammered. “When I got out, Grant was there. But he was a mess.”

“It’s true. My heart was racing and everything.”

“I went to talk him down, you know, give him a little comfort. Well…”

“Well?” I tap my foot against the tile, the rhythmic clicking taking the edge off.

Grant picks up where Jessica leaves off. “One thing led to another, and I realized I just needed to get these nerves out of my system.”

“Uh-huh. Nerves. That’s what we’re calling it.”

“What do you want me to say, babe?” Grant pauses to run a hand over his face. “You refused to sleep with me the last two months.”

“So that tonight would be special,” I scream, my pulse thundering in my ears.

“I have needs, okay? I just needed a release. Pure and simple. It was clinical. Nothing more. Jess was just a hole to use to relieve that tension.”

This time, it’s Jessica’s turn to look enraged. She leans over and smacks Grant’s arm. It gives me a modicum of satisfaction, but not nearly enough. I want him to hurt. I want both of them to hurt. To feel even a slice of the agony that threatens to rip my heart in two.

“Enough. This is what we’re going to do. I’m just going to leave. I’m going to act like this never happened. You get to explain to the people why there will not be a wedding today. I want no part in this.”

“Babe,” Grant whines. “But the venues. I’m never getting this money back.”

“I guess you should have thought about that before relieving your tension with someone other than your fiancée.” Gripping the enormous diamond on my finger, I fling it on the floor. “Perhaps that can help you recoup. Unless it’s just as fake as your loyalty to me. I want you and your stuff out of my apartment by tomorrow morning. Anything that’s left will be tossed out.”

I don’t even wait for him to respond. Whirling about, I tear through the door and down the hall, pulling shit out of my hair on the way. I don’t care that I’m leaving behind a mess. Someone else can deal with it. I’m done.

Part of me wonders if I should tell the bridal party, but no doubt they’ll just make the situation worse. I don’t want coddling right now. I want a stiff drink and perhaps someone I can fuck to get today out of my system.

This isn’t like me. I’m not vindictive like that. However, the further I walk away from the situation the more I don’t actually give a damn. Tonight is my wedding, and I’m not going to bed until I have a wedding night.

CHAPTER 2

Rory

Club Euphoria is packed as I make my way through the crowd. So many couples fill the booths, looking at each other with love and tenderness. It’s enough to make me puke.