Chapter One
"I knew my weekend was fucked the moment I saw Merle sitting next to Kyle with both their feet in the water. As I sat down in a nearby chair, Kyle glanced over at me and winked. I spent a lot of money on this hotel for the long weekend. It's Kyle and I's tenth anniversary and so far it's gotten off to a shitty start. And why the fuck is Merle bogarting my anniversary? We will see how the rest of this day goes. Kyle and I have dinner plans at six. We shall see." Wrote Bridget as she sat in the sun.
Bridget sat writing in her journal while watching her husband Kyle and his best friend sit by the pool throwing back beers one after another. Merle, no doubt, had one too many before he got there. Both men had already had a swim and were now deep in a heated debate over something stupid when some hot little redhead in a bikini swayed past them. Both men sucked in their guts in the attempt to look more fit. She had the good right mind of throwing a book at Kyle's head, but she didn't want to ruin a great book. Somehow he had forgotten that she was behind him. When he happened to turn Bridget's way. She gave him her best "what the fuck" look.
"Hey baby, I love you" in his best attempt to act innocent.
Bridget rolled her eyes and shook her head at his stupidity. She glanced over at the redhead to see that the woman was trying to gain the attention of the man she was with. Her actions were much like a cat in heat. However, the man had no interest in the woman's antics and seemed to be more interested in the book he was reading until she interrupted him. He seemed bored with her as she caressed his arm. She began over exaggerating her movements, to the point Bridget expected her to start rolling on the ground any second.
The man became increasingly annoyed. Deciding he would go for a swim, he put the book aside and stood to remove his shirt. As he peeled it away, revealing his artfully decorated, well-muscled body that could make angels sing. He dove into the water, slicing it like a hot knife through butter. Every woman in a half-mile radius just had her ovaries activated.
Bridget glanced tactfully over the rim of her sunglasses. Keeping an indifferent calm about her face, she continued reading her book.
Kyle walked over to her, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "Hey, I'm going to the bathroom. You need anything on my way back?"
"No, I'm fine. Thank you." She told him.
"Alright then, I'll be back," Kyle said staggering away.
She continued her reading until a shadow darkened her view. Looking up to find Merle standing over her like a dark cloud ready to bust.
"Hello, Merle," she said sarcastically.
"Well, now, look at you, all miss high and mighty. Why don't you go and put you one of those little bikinis on and give us something to look at." Merle said in a slur of words.
"Why don't you go put on some clothes and stop scaring everyone." Bridget retorted.
"Why are you such a bitch?" Merle asked, spraying spit all over as he continued to slur his words.
"Because jackasses like you invaded my weekend." She told him nonchalantly.
She could hear some man chuckle at her words. Bridget didn't care much for Merle or his over excessive drinking.
"You know, maybe you should do something about those fat thighs and your thinning hair before Kyle goes looking for an upgrade, if he hasn't already." Merle said as he staggered like a weeble wobble.
"And maybe you should go home to your wife before she finds a newer model, without the spare tire." Countered Bridget.
"Hey, watch y'all talking about over here?" Asked Kyle as he walked up.
"Oh, I'm just saying hello to your old lady," Merle said, chuckling like he had made a fantastic joke.
"Hey, baby, why don't you go put your swimsuit on and get in the water," Kyle suggested.
"No, it's almost time for me to go get ready for our dinner plans." She reminded him.
The two men returned to their places next to Merle's cooler. Kyle turned to her. "It won't take me that long to get ready. We should be done here soon."
Soon after, Bridget's alarm went off. It was time to change out of her denim shorts and light blue tank top into something a little nicer.
After two hours, Bridget returned to the pool. She wore a brown flowing dress with a plunging neckline. She had replaced her messy bun with a modest hairstyle. Her blond hair hung down over her shoulders with wavy curls. The black heels she wore went well with the brown dress. With her wallet, phone, and journal in hand, she sashayed across the patio to reclaim the chair from earlier. She put down her wallet and journal. Then came up beside Kyle, who had yet to notice her.
Merle being the first to see her. "Well, now, look at you miss high and mighty." Spit spraying out of his mouth as he slurred each and every word.
Bridget ignored him. "Kyle, are you going to get cleaned up and ready for dinner?"
"I got time. You know it won't take me long to get ready." His body swayed with each word as he repeated his earlier statement.
She walked to the chair, collecting her things. Bridget commenced a stroll to the nearby bookstore. As she rounded a corner, Bridget took off her heels and padded her way to the store.
Upon entering, Bridget put on her shoes again and began looking at the books she was most interested in. Taking her time strolling down each aisle. After a while, she chose her next read. She was reading the back cover on her way to the register when someone bumped into her. Dropping the book, she lost her balance. Suddenly, Bridget felt strong arms wrap around her.
"Oh, my apologies. I wasn't watching where I was going." Said a man with a voice that rumbled her soul and sent warmth throughout her body.
Bridget found herself pressed against the body of a man. His large arms holding her in place. She looked up to see his blue eyes and gorgeous smile.
"I'm so sorry. Are you alright?" He asked.
"Um, yes I think so, I'm sorry. I don't think I was paying attention myself." She told him.
He slid his hand around to her waist to steady her. She instinctively placed a hand on his arm then took a step back. She looked down to find her book.
"Here, let me get that for you" while on one knee, he presented her with the book. His eyes seemed to sparkle and he had the sexiest smile that made her weak. "My Lady," he said.
"Oh, thank you" she almost stuttered.
He stood, took her hand and kissed it. Then winked as he walked away.
Bridget could have melted where she stood. Gathering her wits, she finished making her way to the register. Placing the book on the counter, she looked at the cashier.
"Damn, girl. You let that fish swim away like that. I wish he would slam into me" The girl giggled.
Bridget held up her hand. Showing her wedding ring. "I'm already spoken for"
"I hope your husband is as hot as that other guy." The lady said.
"Thank you. Have a good evening" Bridget said smiling as she left. She placed her journal and wallet in the store bag to make it easier to walk back to the hotel.
Upon her return, she found Kyle and Merle still at the pool. It was as if their asses had grown to the edge of it. Realizing it was getting late, she sat in the chair. Pulling out the journal, she began to write.
"Well, it looks like my anniversary has officially been taken over by Merle. That asshole has been here all damn day. I don't think we will make it to our dinner date. It always seems to me that someone else is always more important. I don't think Kyle has even realized that it is our anniversary. I'm going to try one more time to get Kyle to go get ready"
Bridget closed her journal. Getting up, she laid the journal in the chair then placed the bag with the rest of her belongings on top. She came up to the men deep in conversation.
"Are we going to dinner?" She asked Kyle.
"Hey, baby, I told you it won't take me long" as he slurred so badly he almost drooled.
"We have thirty minutes to get there. If you go up now, we could make it. Merle, I didn't pay for this hotel so that you can hang out at the pool all-day. Go home, Merle." Bridget said, crossing her arms.
"Well, who made you the fucking queen?" Merle said as his words sprayed all over her. "Besides, you could do without a meal." He chuckled.
"Look who's talking. Go home. You know what? I'll just go to dinner by myself. You two enjoy one another'' she told them as she began to walk away.
Merle had other plans for Bridget. He slipped a hand around her ankle, giving it a squeeze. Trying to keep her balance she staggered a bit. Trying to stop herself, she fell backward. Falling between the two men, into the pool. Bridget sank to the bottom. Losing her shoes at the bottom of the pool, she swam up and over to the closest ladder. Climbing out of the pool as her dress clung to her body. She held her head high and walked by the men who were laughing hysterically at her. She went past them to the chair, grabbing the bag with her belongings. The men still laughing didn't see her when she stood behind Merle. Bridget planted her barefoot into the middle of his back, sending him face-first into the water. Then she walked towards the doors of the hotel. She was on the verge of tears when she heard a voice behind her.
"Ma'am, ma'am. Are you alright?" The man asked, tapping her shoulder.
Bridget turns to fine blue eyes looking at her with concern. Her eyes glistened with tears that threatened to overflow. Fearing to speak, she only nodded her head, indicating that she was fine. But Bridget wasn't fine. She was heartbroken and embarrassed. The man with the blue eyes, the sexy smile, and wet hair handed her the heels she'd lost in the pool. She thought he looked familiar but she couldn't think clearly. Nodding her thanks. She turned away.
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