Holy Matrimony!

Chapter 2: Morning Continues: 34 Hours 25 minutes

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"Your what?!" I was frozen in his arms. The air burned my lungs as I tried to gasp for a breath. Hysteria was closing it's grip around me.

"Wife," he repeated calmly. As if it was the most natural thing in the world. What hell did I fall in to? Is this a "Jude your life was going to smoothly. Here's the gift that keeps on giving: drama" zone? God, I'd prefer my period right about now. Mind blowing cramps, fatigue, I'll take it all over this.

"Please tell me that you momentarily forgot English." I whined into my hands as they covered my face. I wanted to cry but I don't think I really knew the reason.

"Huh?" He released me when I pushed at his chest. But I had yet to get my balance. I ended up sprawled out on the bed, clutching the sheet tighter than before. "Are you alright?" I ignored his question and went on.

"You meant to say friend and not wife. Though we're not friends." I adjusted myself so I wasn't in an enticing position. But I'm beginning to think female is enough for this guy. I may have to downgrade that to human.

"I'm not from France you know."

"No I don't know. I just met you fifteen minutes ago!" I shouted wanting him to understand how much this is bothering me. How can he be so dense? We're married and he's fine with it? He got laid, of course he's fine with it! Shut up! I've got too many voices in my head.

"We've known each other for," he looked at the clock on the wall near the door. "Six hours. Six amazing hours," he added after a moment of thought.

"You've known me for hours. Six hours I don't remember. Tell me what happened!" I hated the begging tone I was using but I have to know how this happened. Why it is the way it is.

After a sigh, he picked up where he left off. "After some coffee, I took you around the park." He finally pulled on a pair of pants. I was both grateful and disappointed.

"Why?" Hopefully he'll know what I want an explanation for, because I sure as hell don't. It could be why he took me to the park or why he put on some clothing. Sadly the desire for him didn't die the quick death I wished.

"I hoped some air would help sober you up. It didn't." he shook his head at the thought, a remembering smile on his lips. "You seemed even worse the longer we were there."

"What does that mean? Just tell me straight." I was getting so frustrated with him, I can see why I had to be drunk to spend any time with him. Not that I wanted to spend any more time than I already have.

"Only twenty minutes into the walk you threw your arms around my neck and kissed me. And I'm not the kind of person to deny a lady so..."

"You shoved your tongue down my throat," I said for him. Not sparing his feelings a second thought.

"So you're remembering," he rolled his eyes at me. Downgrade to breathing.

"How did we end up married?" I was growing impatient. I need to know why were are married.

"You proposed to me." I could feel all the blood drain from my face. The air snagged in my lungs.

"Why did you agree to it?" emerged breathlessly. I thought I was going to lose consciousness.

"I couldn't resist you," downgrade to body, species is definitely not a concern. This gets any worse and he'll be at orifice.

"Be serious!"

"I am!" he shouted back at me. "There was something about you that..." his voice was much softer this time.

"Did Kyle pay you to do this? Please tell me that this is why you're being this way," I was trembling as I begged him to tell me the whole ugly truth. No matter what the truth was, the ending is going to be ugly. Either Kyle and the guys put him up to this and they will pay dearly with their lives. Or we really are married and Jamie is going to kill me. I could only see homicide as the ending to this drama filled trip. Let me recap for you.

The boys wanting to take Jamie to a brothel. Jamie having to think about his answer. He quickly came to his senses when my eighty pound suitcase hit him in the head. And landed on his foot. Completely an accident. Well, that's my story. Say anything otherwise and I'll deny it one hundred percent.

Sadie had this great idea and started kissing every French guy in a fifty mile radius. She disregarded the fact that she too is in a serious relationship. Mom and Dad fighting the whole time on the plane. Bickering about the food and lack of booze. Then in the taxi. How the driver was rude and his English was very poor. What the hell do they want? We're in a place with French as the official language.

Then at the hotel the yelling continued before they got extremely wasted and started getting too NC-17. Even for France! In the hotel lobby. By the elevators. Behind a plant. Did I neglect to mention it was a fern? A baby fern? But only two minutes into their... okay there is no word for that. Maybe a gagging noise would suffice. Dad had mom bent over the plant, crushing the poor thing, giving the whole gaggle of spectators a free porn. I ran to the elevators and didn't look back.

"Wait, I want to see a marriage license." This could either be very relieving or catastrophic. At least the thought dawned on me. And not more thought's of forgetting my tremendous pain and demanding he take his clothes off and...

"I've been waiting for you to ask about that," he was a little too smug -triumphant- as he pulled a folded piece of paper from the drawer behind him and handed it to me. From the little French I know, it's a marriage license. And there was my signature. It wasn't forged, it was as clear as day.

"You believe me now?" I couldn't look at him as it really set in. I only nodded as much as I could, trying not to lose my mind. More than I already have, that is. This is too much for any person to have to deal with. And I don't do too good when my life is crumbling in front of my eyes.

I felt the burn of tears as I stared at the paper. I couldn't stop the breakdown that happened. I just had to deal with it. Or just lose myself in my sorrow and hope I never recover. One or the other. Maybe a combo. I curled into the fetal position on the bed and cried. My hands knotted in my already mussed hair, threatening to pull it out. The sheet was starting to feel cold and damp after awhile. But that wasn't enough to get me up.

What felt like hours later, my tears ceased. There was nothing left in me to cry out. A hand came down and rested on my back, rubbing softly. No matter how much I wanted to, I was to drained to brush it away. But it did aid the helplessness feeling. Even if it was only when I didn't think about who was comforting me. Because when I thought about it I felt that much better. And it scared me.

"Jude," he whispered in my ear. Every sense was highly aware of him then. A quick shuddered worked it way through me. I did my best to turn over to face him, why? I don't know. "Come on," he helped me move to my back and then put me in a sitting position.

He pulled me close to him, his arms banded around me. I had no strength to deny the comfort he offered so easily. I fit so perfectly against him I couldn't find a way out of this. I could find no excuse to get him to release me. I was liking the contact more than was humanly possible. Does that make me inhuman?

There was too much familiarity already in his touch as his hand cradled my face. Wiping away the remnant of my tears with gentle caresses.

There was a squeezing in my chest as I gazed up at him. I did my best to not stare at him for too long but I was helpless. His face, so divine. The smooth skin that laid beneath my palm was warm. Wonderfully warm. I felt safe for the first time in a long while. And that is the one thing I should not be experiencing, especially coming from him.

I rested my head on his chest. The beat of his heart relaxing me further. The steady rhythm stuttered when I looked up at him again. Was that reaction really for me? I've never felt that from Jamie when I've been this close to him.

I almost felt goddess like as his heart went faster, his face moving closer to mine.

With the space growing smaller with each breath, I wanted to throw my arms around his neck and let him do what he pleased with me...again. But the sane part of my brain made me stop in my tracks. I turned my head abruptly and pushed at the solid muscled wall that was his chest. "I can't," I murmured, feeling stupid for even considering it.

"Why not?" he asked, trying to get his own breathing in line. "I am your husband." He pulled me onto his lap, making me feel his want for me. I wanted the lust to stop dead but I heard the whimper bubbled through me as I moved the slightest bit.

"I just can't," I regretted the words the instant they left my mouth. I'm not telling him the whole truth. That I'm going to be married truth. I can't stay with him truth. I don't know him truth.

"This answer is not going to be good enough in the future," he promised as he roughly kissed me. Keeping me captive with his hand secured in my hair. I melted into him as his lips pressed to mine in a heated way. My hand moved up his chest to rest at the base of his neck, exactly where I left the bite mark. My mark.

O-okay. This territorial feeling is not natural. Oh, who cares?

I positioned myself more comfortably in his lap. Pressing my chest to his, all the while wanting to slip the sheet a little lower to feel his burning skin against mine. I resisted the urge to bite him as he eased up on the pressure.

A soft moan was all that could be heard in the close space. That, and some heavy breathing. A lot of heavy breathing, mostly coming from me.

I was disappointed when he stopped the kiss to breathe. That seems to be the theme of this morning: disappointment. This, him putting on some clothes, having no coffee in my system. I could still smell the succulent roast permeating around the room.

I wanted him to continue where he left off but he decided to hold off on the kissing. Is he trying to make me face the undeniable fact that I'm attracted to him? He needs to find a better way of doing that. Giving me a chance to think is not in his favor.

His hand was starting to travel up my arm when I gave him my attention again. I was thinking about how I was going to go about this. I need to get an annulment and possibly a restraining order. Do they have those here. I really should have brushed up on French laws before I came here.

And how am I going to explain this to Jamie? He's going to be devastated of he finds out about this. I'm going to have to tell before he finds out in some other, horrible way. Like Spiederman. Or Sadie.

I glanced at the clock to see that it was close to nine.

"Shit!" I yelled out as I jumped from his embrace, clutching the sheet as I stumbled around his flat. It was only nine hours until my rehearsal and I still haven't picked up my dress. My veil was somewhere in Monaco. And I don't know where the hell I am!

"You never did tell me where I am." I reminded him as I frantically searched for my clothes. How could I miss them in this doll house of an apartment?

"Oh, you're in Arles," he said as if I should know where it is located.

"And where is that on a map?" I can't recall ever hearing about this place. Hopefully it's just a little town outside of Cannes. Ooh, I think that's my shirt!

"You're about one hundred and fifty kilometers from Nice." So that hope is dashed. I grabbed at the silky material to find it wasn't mine at all. I would never wear a monstrosity such as this. There are no words to describe the ugly that was this thing. I am definitely not the first woman that he'd brought back to his place. I can only hope that I'm the only one with the title wife. I don't want some crazy bitch coming after me because of a drunken mistake.

"Could you help me find my clothes?" I asked as I dropped to the ground searching under the bed for any signs of my skirt. I'd be happy with a shoe right about now. Maybe I can throw it at his head. The asshole.

"But I like you this way," he gave me a half smile that had me glad I was once again on the floor already.

"I don't care, I have to get out of here and get back to Cannes. How did I get here?"

He looked exasperated as he answered me. "Your friends left you, I've told you this already."

"They left me in Arles?" He nodded slowly making sure I was getting all the facts. "I'm going to have a very long talk with my sister when I find her. " I may have to kick her ass while I'm at it.

"Where are my clothes?" I've whined more today than I have in my whole life.

"About that..."

"What?" I could feel my eyes narrowing on him as I thought of the worst thing I could do to him. And not in the good way.

"Well..."

"Do I have clothes here?" I fought to keep my control. But that is not something I'm famous for.

"No?"

"Why is that?" My teeth were gritting together, close to breaking.

He fumbled over some words I didn't understand before he stopped speaking in English all together.

"Tom," I complained, "It is Tom isn't it?" He nodded, looking surprised that I used his name. "why can't you just tell me the whole story?"

"You see after the wedding we got a little too... excited. Halfway up the stairs you started to rip my clothes off. And I didn't want to be the only nude person in the hall so-"

"My clothes are... lost?"

"More like shredded," he did his best trying to keep up the innocent facade.

"What the hell did you do to them? Are you some kind of super freak?" Then I noticed how wrong that sounded. "Don't answer that!" I rushed out as I thought of another way to word my question. But everything sounded wrong.

I don't remember having this much of a dirty mind. Maybe he is a freak with superhuman powers. Lust Man fits him. Maybe a little too well. I looked back at him to see that he was watching me curiously.

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