2. Hangover realizations and a sudden husband

Wade

I have a very strange gift, one which only a handful of people know and they signed a non-disclosure form that even their sixth generation would be suffering the repercussion if they dare to break it.

Did I call it a gift?

Most times it is like a curse but people wouldn’t see it that way.

It sounds cool to be able to know the true intention of anybody whose body fluids come in contact with you.

I know it sounds like a dream truly. No more fake friends or people surrounding you.

But it is a nightmare.

You realize just how few people who genuinely like and want you around are.

That has been my life since I was thirteen.

And the reason why I have no friends. Or full friends anyway.

Everybody want something from me or they are not a good person within.

There is just one person whom I have come in contact with that has good intentions only, the most genuine person ever and that is the lady from last night.

The extremely drunk lady that asked me to marry her.

The one who was currently sleeping in my bed in one of my less frequently used hotel rooms which I have on standby as a residence in case I wanted to sleep in that hotel that night.

I didn’t kidnap her. I just told a little white lie that I am her fiancée and she was not awake to confirm the story.

Well, she did ask me to marry her so I don’t think that it should even be classified as a lie.

Although I do think that her reaction is taking things a little too far.

She is clutching the duvet to her chest and has her back pinned against the bed frame while staring at me with eyes of horror.

“No, I didn’t kidnapped you, neither did I undressed you,” I rushed out more as to calm her down.

I left the room for just one minute to relieve myself and came back to a frightened and fully awake lady who looks like she is seconds from crying and then negotiating her release.

She looked down under the blanket to see that her clothes had changed and then her breathing became heavy.

Maybe I shouldn’t have pointed that out because now she is having a panic attack.

“I really didn’t do anything.” I tried again only for her head to shake nervously.

“I am not attracted to you okay.” I blurted out, a crazy mistake but it made her breathing to slow down a little bit so I continued with the lies. “I was the bartender at the bar yesterday and you were drunk, you vomited and you needed to sleep it off. I brought you here and got someone to clean you up and change your clothes. A lady did it.” I explained.

She licked her lips multiple times before she finally spoke. “I am so sorry for the stress which I might have put you through. You can send me the bill for everything and I will take care of it. Where is my phone so I can make some calls?”

I could see it in her eyes, she was more than ready to bolt. She was still scared and embarrassed but I was not letting her run off so easily so I smiled at her while I wriggled the pill I had delivered last night.

“Painkillers. If you are interested that is.”

When she bit her lips as she contemplated it, I knew that the problem which I needed to rectify first is the fact that I told her that I was not attracted to her.

“Thank you,” She whispered, she lowered her eyes on the bed as she stretched out her hand for the tablets. I placed two on her palm then gave her a sealed bottle water.

“Would you like for me to open it?”

She shook her head before twisting it open.

I nodded as I realized that she is the type that would not want to inconvenience others. The independent sort of woman.

She is so out of luck if she thinks that shit will fly with me.

But I need to slow down, let’s get her to willingly agree for me to be on her side first before I start trying to change her way of accepting help.

“So should I add the hotel bill to the dry cleaning bill then give you my rate for pretending to be your husband?” I asked when it was clear that she had swallowed the pills.

As I suspected, her eyes popped open as she coughed and choked on the water.

I quickly pounded her back to help her calm down.

“What the hell did you just say?” She gasped out when she could finally breathe and speak at the same time.

“The dry cleaning bill? You did throw up on yourself.”

“No, not that. The rate for pretending to be my husband.”

“Oh that, well how much did you remember from yesterday.” I looked at her closely, assessing her to see just how much she remembers. Since she didn’t remember that she threw up then some parts of her memory from the night before was missing.

“You did tell me about why you need a husband then you proposed to me. Which is a bold move though. I mean people try to know my name first before proposing to me in the past.” I joked.

“What is your name?”

“Wade Collins.” I replied immediately. I had the whole night to think of how this would play out.

I had taken a break from work already, planned on doing some risky adventure things that would send my mother to the ICU if she knew but since her offer yesterday, I would use my break to do this instead. My mother would clearly appreciate me thinking of her.

“I am Marianna Nelson. I am so sorry for what I must have said and how I would have prepositioned you yesterday. It was highly inappropriate…”

“Yes it is but we have already sort that out and worked past that. I agree to your proposal. You need a husband to be in the running for your grandfather’s will, your sister got married and your step mother preyed on your fear. You need someone in your corner, did I get everything right?” I listed.

Her jaw was dropped as I spoke. When I looked at her. She frowned at me. “Just how much did I tell you yesterday?”

“Enough to convince me to do this. Assuming that your step mother knows you are single. I am assuming that you need to hurry up and get the wedding over with before she is aware right so she wouldn’t try to make things harder.”

“I…I … I am so…” she choked up and I had pity for her a little.

She didn’t know what was happening and I was not helping her process better since I just keep giving her new content to bombard her with.

I placed a finger under her chin and lifted her face to mine. Her eyelids were suspiciously wet with her eyes shining just a little brighter. “Let me help you.”

She blinked before giving a small nod of agreement. Giving me access to her life.

And I moved quickly to ensure that the access is not revoked. After forcing her to do a background check on me, the new identity of Wade Collins which I had created. She was relieved enough that I managed to get her to the courthouse that same day.

She didn’t even bother to ask how a marriage license which was supposed to be given after two weeks of application was available that same day.

By the end of that day, I was a married man and she was now Marianna Collins.

She didn’t realize who she just got married to and if I had my way, she won’t, not for a very long time.

She just became one of the wealthiest women on earth by virtue of marriage.