Man Seeks Woman 2, Man Seeks Wife (30 page)

“What?” he
shouted. “Why are you naked?”

I sighed and
sunk into the wall wishing that I could be in the same cell as him
so I could at least share his body heat. It felt like there was a
bloody window open somewhere. “The horrible woman took my bra and I
couldn’t get out of the dress without ripping it, so I’m naked.
Sorry about the dress.”

I hadn’t seen
the tag because it was removed before I put the dress on but
knowing Sebastian, it would have cost a pretty penny.

“I’ll buy you
a million dresses when we get out. Just hold on for me, Victoria.
Leonard will be here shortly, I’m sure of it.”

“Who’s
Leonard?”

“He’s a
Solicitor.” Jacob replied before Sebastian could.

“He’s my
Solicitor. Lawrence had strict instructions to call him before we
were brought here.”

“Great!” I
muttered and wrapped the blanket around me tighter. I was beginning
to think that it really wasn’t that cold that maybe my body was
going through something.

Thinking about
it all, this was the last thing I needed. What with the court order
and Christmas approaching and my relationship with Sebastian being
brand new and going through some motions, I did not need this.
Needing a Solicitor to be called didn’t bode well. What the hell
was I supposed to do if the cop that I hit albeit not on purpose,
decided to press charges? Were they actually going to charge me and
bang me up? There was no way on this earth I could be locked up
twenty four hours a day, I’d go doolally. Come to think of it, I’d
probably end up killing someone in a fit of madness then they’d
send the men in white coats to get me.

“Victoria?”
Sebastian called quietly.

“Yeah,”

“You’re
holding on, aren’t you?”

I sighed and
rubbed the tips of my fingers across my forehead. “Just about.” I
admitted.

“You’re
probably used to these conditions huh Victoria?” Jacob shouted, his
voice too fucking happy sounding for where he was. “In a cold empty
room with just you, a mattress and a wad of dirty money from men
like Sebastian who pay you for a pump and run.”

“Fuck you,
Jacob. You can talk; you were willing to pay more or was that just
money you’d nicked from some old granny’s handbag?”

“At the time
yeah I’d have paid, but, I had had a lot to drink and hood rats
always look better when you’re intoxicated,”

“Ignore him,
Victoria. Focus on me and what we’re going to do when we get out of
here. Think of Christmas just being round the corner and your
birthday at New Year. I’ll take you away after Christmas, just me
and you.”

I made a face
and stared incredulously at the wall. “Christmas, are you kidding
me? I’m banged up in a cell stark naked and you want me to think
about Santa Claus?”

No, not
Christmas and definitely not my birthday,

I’d be pleased
to think of anything but those two things. Those two things were
the only events that I refused to think about let alone
celebrate.

“Okay, maybe
not Santa Claus then but how about a private island?” Sebastian
suggested.

I questioned
that in my mind, staring dreamily up at the little thick square cut
glasses that were my temporary windows thinking of myself butt
naked walking around in ninety degree sunshine, blue skies next to
the orgasmic clean blue ocean with crystallized sand crinkling
between my toes....hmmm!

As if
Sebastian could hear my inner thoughts, he said, “You know it,
baby. I’ll have you naked twenty four hours a day and all to
myself. Not even staff will be present.”

“Here we
go...the boss wants to ball the hired help, I think I want to
vomit.” Jacob said and made a rather disgusting gagging sound.

Oh for God’s
sake, talk about ruin my picture perfect holiday with the gorgeous
man that I loved. I was just picturing us getting it on, on the
shores of the private island with no-one around to watch or comment
or interrupt. No phones, net or nasty people, just me and
Sebastian.

“Why don’t you
take a powder and dissolve or something? You know like fizz away.”
I snapped. “Mind your own fucking business and think about the next
street you’re going to kerb crawl in.”

“Well that’s a
bit hard to do when I’ve got some guy driving me mad pledging his
undying love over the babysitter. Talk about make me sick.”

“If you don’t
want to listen, you know what you can do.” I huffed and adjusted my
bum on the thin blue mat. Damn, the things were as thick as a
rizla.

“I mean, Can
you even remember how many men you’ve been with, Victoria? Where’s
your diary, I thought all call girls kept one.” Jacob sneered from
the cell next door.

I opened my
mouth to reply but thought better of it. Just answering his nasty
comments was fuelling his fire and I’d had enough of him
already.

“Ah.” He
laughed nastily a couple of minutes later. “I was right. You can’t
remember how many men you’ve opened your legs for.”

“Fuck you, eat
shit and die.” I spat.

“Sebastian,
are you listening to this?” he shouted louder, his voice
echoing.

“Ignore him,
Victoria.” Sebastian replied instead. “He’s just trying to get you
riled up.”

“And it’s
working.” I ground out, glaring at the right wall wishing I could
see Jacob. No, seeing him would make me want to string his balls up
and watch him hang with them.

“Victoria!”
Jacob sung, his voice taunting me.

“Victoria.”
Sebastian said sternly. “Don’t let him get to you. It’s what he
does.”

When Jacob
continued to call my name and make stupid, immature sounds, I
slipped my fingers in my ears and hummed a nameless tune in my
head. My foot tapped against the steel ledge as my head bobbed up
and down. The more he continued, the more I could feel myself
beginning to boil. I could imagine a pot of boiling water on a
cooker ready to be emptied except I was that saucepan right
now.

As I adjusted
my position, my finger slipped from my ear and I heard the last of
what Jacob said. “...mattress on your back or more like strapped to
your back. Maybe even to your knees for how long you seem to spend
on them.”

For fuck’s
sake,

I jumped up
from the sticky, smelly blue mat and launched myself at the wall.
My fists banged against it and I raised my foot and kicked at the
wall then blanched back when my bare toes curled against the brick
wall. The whimper that escaped my throat sounded like a stray dog
being beaten.

“Fuck!” I
hissed and held on to my foot as I hopped around on my other foot.
My toes pounded and hurt like hell.

“Hurt
yourself?” Jacob taunted again. “See, that’ll teach you for losing
your temper.”

“Oh, you,” I
threw myself at the wall again. This time, my shoulder crashed into
it and made a sickening noise that made me wince along with the
pain that bloomed. By the time the night was over, I was sure my
body would be broken. “When I get out of here, you are so saying
goodbye to your balls. I’m gonna rip them from your body and feed
them to the dogs then I’m gonna kill you.”

Blinking back
the tears of pain from my eyes, I stumbled back over to the ledge
and collapsed on the thin mattress. My head dropped back against
the blue mat with a hefty sigh leaving my mouth. With the throbbing
in my head and now in my foot and the pain circulating through my
body, I was wiped. All the energy I had, even the energy to be
pissed left me like I had the lergy.

“Victoria?”
Jacob exclaimed.

“Fuck off,
Jacob.” I uttered softly.

“Victoria!”
Sebastian called.

“Victoria.”
Jacob called again.

“Victoria.”

“Victoria.”

“VICTORIA!”
Sebastian roared and banged on the wall making me jump.

“For fuck’s
sake Sebastian, what,”

With a one
liner that both shattered the silence and my world, he
replied...“Will you be my Wife?”

...to be
continued...

First of all,
thanks for getting to this stage, the end.

Hope you enjoyed it?

I am a
Londoner born and bred and currently live in dreary, unpredictable
and overpopulated Essex, England with my Hubby MTF and three babies
M, L & R. Unfortunately, we don’t have any animals yet but
we’re hopeful and aim to have a dog one day that will be named
Ralph that will drive us absolutely mental. Oh, the highs!

Reading is one
of my great loves whether it’s shit useless or not...every little
helps, right? I also love chocolate with nutties, opening packets
of anything and everything and using the washing machine. Sorry,
but, there’s just something fascinating about watching clothes
getting cleaned and of course, seeing the bottom of the wash
basket!

My Hubby, who
is also my light and dark Knight in shining armour, told me to:
“get writing and get your stories out there.” So I did. Although I
have to admit, it’s flipping difficult to do (most of the time.)
You’d never believe the voices I hear sometimes!

If you want to
drop me a line, you can here:
[email protected]

Facebook Page:
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