Posted by triciaandersen
Sunset casted long shadows across the hotel bar. Abbey stared at the glass of wine that she ordered when she slumped in her chair two hours ago. She hadn’t even taken a sip. She couldn’t stomach it.
She shut her eyes at the onslaught of tears as her mind returned to the scene upstairs. How could Robert cheat on Sloan like that? Abbey slammed her fist on the table, tipping the wine glass and spilling the contents. She grabbed the cloth napkin and dabbed at the puddle. She turned as she felt a hand on her arm.
“Abigail, luv,” Sloan breathed. “Where have you been? We go on in a half hour.”
Abbey gazed into his ice blue eyes shimmering in the candlelight that flickered throughout the bar. She bit her lower lip, fighting the sob that lodged in her throat. Sloan knelt to one knee next to her chair, taking her hands in his.
“Abigail, talk to me. What has happened?” Sloan begged.
Abbey stared at him then lifted her head to look over his shoulder. She rose from her chair, her face twisting in anger.
“You miserable bastard!” Abbey launched past Sloan, balling up her tiny fists. She beat on Robert’s chest relentlessly as he stood in the doorway of the bar.
Sloan pulled Abbey away from Robert, holding her in his arms as he led her to a back room. He looked into her eyes.
“Abigail, what is wrong?” Sloan pleaded. Abbey turned away, unable to answer. Sloan turned to Robert.
“What did you do?” Sloan demanded.
Robert laughed. “What I normally do when I meet a gorgeous blond in a hotel in Miami.”
“You cheated on Sloan!” Abbey accused. “He was with a woman.”
Sloan spun at Robert. “You what?”
“Got a little. Upstairs. Of course before Abbey walked in.”
Sloan ran his hand through his thick, ebony hair as she exhaled. “I can’t believe you could…”
“Do what, Sloan?” Robert interrupted. “I guess I didn’t realize when you asked me to be part of your ruse I would have to be celebate.”
Abbey looked up at Sloan, her face clouded. “Ruse, Sloan? What ruse?”
Abbey shook her head confused. “You asked Robert to pretend he was gay? To cover for you?”
They both turned as they heard Robert laugh again. His smile quickly melted away. He patted Sloan on the shoulder. “I hear confession is good for the soul, my friend.” Robert quickly strode away disappearing from the bar.
Abbey looked at Sloan, her eyes pleading with him. “Confession? What confession? You are gay, aren’t…you?”
Sloan looked away from her as he ran his large hand through his hair again then stoked the stubble that grazed his chin. Abbey could read his answer in his silence.
“You lied to me,” she whispered.
“Why?” she demanded. “Why did you lie to me?”
Sloan reached out for her hand. She pulled it away, repulsed as if he were a snake.
“I couldn’t have you leave, Abigail.”
“Why? The contract? The money?”
“I told you I don’t need the money.”
“Then why?” Abbey paused as another idea occurred to her. “The green card? You planned this to stay in the country? To get me to marry you?”
“How could I make you ask me to marry you? No, that wasn’t my intention.”
Abbey backed away from him, her eyes darting distraught looking for an escape. She jerked as she felt Sloan grasp her arm.
“Abigail, you need to understand…”
She pulled from his hand. She dashed from the bar, dodging tables and the patrons that had filed in for a drink before the book festival.
“Abbey, stop!” she heard Sloan’s voice rise above the noise.
She pushed her way through the lobby of the hotel. She shoved her way through the glass entrance door taking only a second to find a waiting taxi. She opened the door to the cab and threw herself inside.
“The airport, please,” she ordered.
Abbey jumped at the large hand that slammed against the trunk of the car as the cab pulled away. Her tears erupted as she buried her face into her hands.
About triciaandersenI am the author and illustrator of the children's book "The Peculiar Princess". I am also the author of two adult fantasy romance novels, "The Sorceress of Savon" and "The Woodcutter King of Muladin". Along with being an author I am married to a wonderful guy and have three beautiful children. I coach youth track and field, sew and chase my children around to their various activities.
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