Taken By the Pack

“I want to go home,” I muttered as I folded my arms across my chest. Irritation surged through my body, shedding away any good feeling. “Can we leave? I think we need to get back home now because this is…this is…”

I couldn’t finish that sentence; I didn’t know what the hell I wanted to say. I just wanted Lucky to continue understanding me and to take me far away from this freaking park where it all went wrong.

“You want to go now?” Lucky sounded a little crushed, adding more guilt on top of what I already felt. “Yeah, sure, we can go now. I’ll just get the driver.”

I wanted to throw up, that was the worst thing about it all. It took every ounce of strength I had not to cave to that sensation. Thankfully, Lucky walked ahead of me toward the car.

This was going to be one hell of an awkward ride home, but, unfortunately, we were going to have to suffer that. That was the consequence of our actions. I really didn’t want Lucky to try to talk to me. I didn’t want him to see if we could make this right, or whatever. I just wanted to forget this ever happened.

The worst part of all of this was the fear that my father would find out about all of this, and he would kick my freaking ass. I would be disobeying him again, falling for someone he would consider the “wrong man” another time. And on top of that, I would be ruining the business arrangement that was my marriage, because of course there would be double standards there. It wouldn’t matter what Diego had done, because in this stupid world, men could get away with anything, whereas women were held to a different standard.

I just wanted to go to bed and to close my eyes, to forget this night ever happened.