Eight

When my eyelids flutter open, a head full of blond curls is fussing over me. I blink twice and my vision clears. I see now that it is the bimbo who was touching Brandon, I shriek and push her off me. How dare her? She can touch, even have Brandon but not me.

A small yelp escapes the bimbo’s lips as her butt connects with the floor and a smirk decorates mine but it doesn’t satisfy me. I want to hurt her. I want to hurt Brandon. Where’s the bastard? Was he fucking her while I was unconscious? It is not beneath him, he’s a liar and a cheat. A monster.

The bimbo stands with a stern look on her face and I roll my eyes; if she thinks I will apologise to her she doesn’t know what’s coming for her. I sneer at her nipples which protrude through her white lab coat, the size of her breast makes her flat stomach seem flatter and my scowl deepens. She has a stethoscope around her neck and I hiss, she doesn’t fool me with the dress up.

I don’t want her near me, she can have my husband after our divorce. I am done with him. The thought sends my heart racing and memories from our wedding crash over me. I had felt hope at our reception, the way he held me while we watched others dance, the butterflies in my belly, it gave me hope for our future. But I see now that it’s a lie. This isn’t the future I envisioned with him.

"Get away from me!" I scream at the bimbo when she tries to touch me again. Doesn’t she get it? She can’t touch me. The fear on her face soothes me a bit and I try to stand.

Strong arms grab my ankles, keeping me in place and a voice mutter, "Stay still, El, Sophia is a doctor and she’s trying to help."

My eyes follow the source of the voice to Brandon, my feet are propped on his legs and his fingers are caressing my feet. A smile of affection that will fool others is dancing on his lips. I jerk back, pulling my leg from his lap and try to push him off the bed. But it’s futile, he’s too strong for me.

"You two, stay away from me. Especially you," I say. His hands come back to grab my ankles and I scream, "Don’t touch me. Don’t you ever touch me. I don’t need your help."

I don’t wait to hear his response as I try to stand from the bed only to be hit by another spell of dizziness. My back connects with the pillow I push behind me and I close my eyes briefly to let it pass. I can do this. I will.

When I open my eyes, the bimbo has taken Brandon’s place at the foot of the bed. She looks worried, even Brandon. I scoff, they can save their concerns for someone else.

"You should rest, your body is weak," she says and I glare daggers at her. She must have gotten over her fear of me because she places my legs on her lap instead and my body feels too weak for me to fight back.

Tiredness settles in my veins and I sigh as she begins to draw lines around my ankles. I might as well suck it up to them until I feel much better. I can’t do much in this state. If Brandon is right, Sophia is here to help me and I will take her help then lash out later.

"My body is weak because I have to deal with Brandon’s bullshit every day," I start, "I have had enough of it. If you can prescribe some drugs for me, I’ll be out of your way."

The bimbo smiles and I groan; I can just call her by her name. Sophia. Her name sounds too polished for someone who was crawling in front of my husband. Her curls bounce when she moves to stand beside Brandon and I frown. She is not wearing a bra; I am not sure she has underwear on.

"You are not in my way," Sophia says with that same sweet, sick smile. "What you need is food, you don’t need drugs. You’ll be fine."

"Brandon is starving me," I say and tuck the hairs on my face behind my ear. It is not a lie; he has starved me of everything a married woman should have. Everything.

"Brandon!" Sophia hits him on his arm and pouts. "You are starving your wife two days after your wedding." She shakes her head and says, "You should know better than that. How will we get her to participate in-"

"I already told you, she will not do that," Brandon cuts Sophia off with a glare that chills me to the bone but doesn’t bother her.

Sophia bounces and her breasts jiggle, the button of her white coat pops open and I am blessed with a generous view of her cleavage. They look real and a voice in my head wants me to feel them, to know if they are real. My eyes move from her chest to her face and I catch Brandon staring at me. I avert my gaze, bring my knees up to my chin and rock from side to side. I need food. When I am done eating, then we can talk.

"What am I participating in?" I ask Sophia then to Brandon, I say, "You don’t get a say in what I will do and what I will not do."

"I am your husband," he says with a pointed look, "I get a say in everything you do."

"Not for long, not if I divorce you first."

Clearing of throat stops Brandon’s reply but it doesn’t stop him from trying to stare me into surrender. I return the stare with equal intensity, I will not let him win this. Sophia clears her throat again and pushes him, causing him to stagger. His gaze moves to her and I smirk, proud to be the winner.

"I want you to participate in a-"

"Sophia, stop."

Sophia ignores Brandon, pouts and comes to sit beside me. I have a feeling that we might have been friends if we met under different circumstances. She caresses my jaw and her fingers brush my chest, I am sure it’s unintentional but the slight movement causes my nipples to rise from their nap.

"I want us to have a Brandon’s sandwich." At the look of confusion written all over my face, she explains, "Me, you, Brandon, in one bed. I want us to fuck, all three of us."

Brandon storms up to us and drags her by the arms. "I told you no." His voice is dangerously low and it sends shivers down my spine. "If you are done attending to my wife, leave." He scowls when she purrs. "You know what? I’m off to get food for El, by the time I return, you should be gone."

His countenance has changed but for some reasons I will never fathom, he doesn’t scare Sophia. His mood swing seems to edge her on. She palms him through his trouser, purrs and grinds her hips against his crotch area. A small smile flits to my lips when he remains unaffected by her touch. It warms my heart to the point of smiling at him.

"Sophia," he warns.

Her hand drops to her side. "Fine. I’ll leave."

Without a glance at us, Brandon steps out and bangs the door hard enough for it to shake. Sophia rolls her eyes at the door, then comes to join me on the bed.

She pulls my legs down, I fall and my back connects with the bed. I eye her with suspicion, watching and waiting to see what she’s up to. She should be on her way already. I don’t like her but if I am the one Brandon warned, I won’t be here.

"Have you been touched by a girl?"