About Leon and you hooking up. Was the plan to humiliate me some more and have everyone laughing at me behind my back?
Me:
Was the plan to sleep with girls behind my back when we were still TOGETHER to humiliate me and have everyone laugh at me behind my back? Newsflash, Huck, Leon and I have only just gotten together. It’s only JUST happened. I don’t know how many times I have to keep telling you until you get the message.
Unknown number:
He won’t make you happy. We need to talk. I still love you.
Me:
No, we don't need to talk. You’ve never loved me, and if you were honest with yourself, you’d admit it. I was just a place for you to stay and a bank account you could take from whenever you felt like it. I’ve said all I need to, and your actions spoke louder than I stupidly didn’t do throughout our relationship. Sleeping with girls before we got married is cheating, Huck. I won’t give you another minute of my time. Now, with all due respect, please leave me alone and get the fuck out of my life.
I blockMiranda’s number and turn off my phone before I settle into the cream leather seat on Leon’s private jet. Or,ourjet,as Leon called it as he swept me into his arms and carried me, bridal-style, across the threshold onto his plane, telling me it was to mark our new beginning.
I’m still waiting for someone to pop a pin in me because I feel as high as a helium balloon floating into the sky. I have a husband—not just any husband, but Leon. My Leon.
“Hey, baby, who made you screw your face up at your phone?” Leon appears and sits next to me, placing his cell phone and wallet on the table in front of us like he’s probably done a million times before. When he’s not at home, he’s flying around in his private jet, and for him, I guess, this plane is like his second home. He even has a bedroom in it.
Since Leon hasn’t been intimate with anyone for over two years, I find comfort in knowing that he’s only had this jet for a year, which means no woman has ever slept in the bed on board. It will just be me from now on, and no one else.
“It was Huck,” I answer. “He used Miranda’s phone to text me.”
“Let me guess. He accused you of lying and wants to talk?”
“How did you know that?”
“I just know lots of guys like Huck. He’s an opportunist. He’ll use your headlines to piggyback off to make his own. Don’t be shocked if he sells a story or two.”
I don’t doubt it. “He told me he loves me.” I won’t hide anything from Leon.
He scoffs and rolls his eyes. “The jerk doesn’t know the meaning of love.”
One of Leon’s cabin crew, George, places two champagne glasses on the table. “Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Hill. Food will be served in a little under an hour. After take off.”
Mr. and Mrs. Hill.
That sentence alone cheers me right up. So much, it makes me feel like I’m glowing.
“Thank you, George.” I pick up my glass by the thin stem and toast him as he turns to leave.
Leon picks his glass up, and together wetingthe rims together.
“Happy honeymoon, baby.” He winks, making me melt in my seat.
“I’m so happy, Leon.” Just like our parents are for us. Instead of calling them individually, we decided to have a group call. When we told them we got married, my mom and Leon’s mom’s squeals of joy were so loud they felt like they could pierce our eardrums, and they told us they wanted to plan a celebration when we return.
They couldn’t be happier.
Leon leans over the armrest to steal a kiss, his soft scruff tickling my chin.
“You’ve made me the happiest man alive.”
“I love you, Leon.”
“Don’t ever stop telling me that.”
He couldn’t stop me even if he tried.
