The Love From Vengeance

“Answer my question, will you?”

“Fine,” she uttered, wrapping her hands around my neck, slowly moving her fingers at the ack of my neck. “Well, I spilled coffee on my dress earlier, and this maid called Bridget let me in. Apparently, Ariel lent me one of her clothes.”

SARY

“Ariel lent you one of her clothes.” I uttered it in disbelief. There was no way Ariel would do

that

I couldn’t actually tell, but I had a feeling Ariel didn’t like Harriet one bit, since she knew about our relationship. There was this time when I accidentally brought Harriet’s lipsticks home, and when Ariel found them, she didn’t hesitate to tell the whole issue to my grandfather. So technically, I wasn’t going to believe what Harriet was telling me.

“Baby, what are you thinking about?” Harriet held my face, putting away those thoughts.

“Are you really sure Ariel lent you this dress?” I asked again, just to see if this lover of mine was actually in her senses.

Harriet let out a long sigh. “Okay, fine, Ariel didn’t lend it to me; I just borrowed it.‘

“Without asking her for permission?” I arched an eyebrow, and Harriet shrugged in response. “Where is Ariel?”

“How in the world am I supposed to know?” She brought out an irritating tone, and I quickly gave her a disgusting look. The moment she noticed that, she had to compose herself. “I’m sorry; it’s just that she wasn’t home when I arrived.”

“Where is she now?” I inaudibly said to myself, my hands fixed on my waist.

“Why are you looking so troubled?” Harriet asked, and I set my eyes on her right away.

I

you’re worried about this wife of yours. Do you

silly question?” I gave her a

toward Ariel are

death stare, and

now. I’ll see you later tonight at the Mystery Club,” I said, and she nodded. “But don’t ever wear any of Ariel’s dresses anymore;

the heart–shaped birthmark on her arm, and

my way to my bedroom. I opened the wardrobe in haste, only to notice that it was still packed

was playing a silly prank on me when she brought those divorce papers. And she had to extend such a joke by not visiting my grandfather. She was a lunatic, but

Harriet and some of my friends. Harriet was dressed in a sparkling red dress, flaunting her curves, and she sat on me, wrapping her arm around my neck. A lot of compliments were directed to the both

all gathered, playing the game ‘Spin the Bottle‘, which we had started about five minutes ago after taking in some mouthwatering wine. Someone spun the

of my friends clapped right away. His name was Daniel, and let’s just say he was the crazy guy around here. He

to throw a serious question at you.”

is it?” I quizzed, with

girlfriend?” He asked, still grinning.

really beautiful,” I answered without

He pointed at me, while Harriet kissed me on the lips. I couldn’t help but rub her butt, and she gently rocked it on

us… how did you meet Harriet?” Daniel asked. Harriet chuckled at the question and handed me a glass of

it. I exhaled deeply. “As you all can see, Harriet saved

my response. They were probably thinking she was Wonder Woman or the female version of

so was this girl; we were both little at the time. The kidnappers held us captives for days; I