Chapter 96 Dreams, Ice Cream, and Broken Promises
POV Maya:
Four months later
I sigh as I watch yet another wedding on television. I love seeing women’s big day turn into something magical; that thought has always taken me back to my expectations for my own big day. I imagined my triumphant entrance, Peter’s loving face waiting for me at the altar, the guests shocked by the wonderful bride parading in her beautiful pink dress… I sigh, knowing that this will not happen. After all, Peter cheated on me. He is happy with his new girlfriend and, as far as I know, they are already living together.
I would never create a fake profile on the internet to snoop around my ex’s life; however, my dark period after the horns made me create one, and with absolutely no elegance, I spent the last two months snooping into their lives. In the first few days, I reported every photo Peter posted with her. By the third week, I was already liking them. What could I do? Audrey is beautiful and seems to be a lot of fun. I would like to be her friend.
Better to wait for the betrayal to cool down a bit, and then who knows?
After accepting the horns and kind of forgiving Peter, I entered the generalized slut phase. I literally wanted to fuck every man I hadn’t fucked in four years. Did I feel a little like a whore? No, obviously not. A woman can be free and do whatever she wants with her life. Did I get sore? Yes, of course I did. There was so much in-and-out that I entered the restrained fire-in-the-ass phase. I had to put my hot pussy to rest after that whole marathon.
Which brings me to this specific moment now. I was not born to live la vida loca; I was born to get married and make my husband’s life hell. I didn’t have a family; I had genetic donors. For that reason, I always wanted to have one. A big family that has lunch together every Sunday around an enormous table and travels together on vacation. My parents never wanted a family, which is why they left without caring about me.
A husband, children, a cute little house, a dog, and if possible two fucks a day? That’s all I want. Children and a husband are not synonyms for a happy life—I’ve already been told that—but for me, they are. I want that. I always have.
“Maya?”
I look over my shoulder and there is my new friend and current roommate. Taylor Black was looking for a roommate to split expenses, since she had to leave her house after her stepfather’s children moved in—something I still try to understand better to this day, but my friend pretends not to understand, changing the subject every time. We’ve been living together for three months. I told Taylor the whole cheating story, and that same day she took me to a club, which is where I entered the generalized slut phase. She is fun, beautiful, filthy, and what makes me love her even more is the patience she has to put up with me.
“Tay, look at this.” I point at the television. “I want to get married, but nobody wants to marry me.” I whine.
“Ice cream with liquor again?” she asks, tossing her purse onto the coffee table and sitting beside me.
“Maybe.” I shrug, going back to enjoying my alcoholic ice cream.
“Maya, I’ve already told you to drop this marriage thing.”
“But I want a husband to call mine.” I pout. “The slut life is good? It is, but it’s not for me, Tay.”
“Maya, you’re twenty-six years old, you have to enjoy—”
“Don’t come at me with that talk again. Last time I ended up sore.” I accuse her, pointing the spoon at her. “I told you my hot pussy is small to take big, thick cock all the time.”
“Have some shame. You told me you don’t accept anything less than big and thick.” Her accusation hurts my heart because it’s the absolute truth.
“What can I do if I’m a warrior?”
“You’re a slut, that’s what you are.” I place my hand over my heart, pretending to be indignant. Tay rolls her eyes at my exaggeration because she knows the friend she has.
“Yes, I am,” I agree. “But, Tay, I’m a slut who wants to have a family. It’s so hard to watch these weddings and remember that Peter cheated on me.” I sigh, disillusioned. “I really believed he would be my husband.”
My eyes blur, a lump forms in my throat, and within a few seconds I’m crying like a baby. I don’t want to suffer over Peter, but I can’t help it. I will always remember his betrayal, because Peter didn’t betray me when he had sex with another woman. Peter betrayed me when he betrayed our plans, our future, his promises. That’s what hurts. That’s what destroys me. He didn’t keep his word, and I was foolish enough to believe—enough to trust every single one.
“Friend, don’t be like that.” Tay hugs me, and I close my eyes, wanting to suffocate the feeling of abandonment. “He just wasn’t the right man for you.”
“Tay, do you think there is a right man for me?” I sniffle, wiping my nose on her shirt. “Is there a man destined to be mine?”
“Everyone has someone destined to be theirs,” she declares, easing the pain in my chest. “However, that doesn’t mean you are not enough on your own. No one can be another person’s happiness. Maya, listen carefully to your friend who got herself into a mess”—I frown, wanting to know what mess she’s referring to, but my friend doesn’t let me open my mouth to ask—“people complement each other, that’s all. If you choose to go on with your life single, there’s nothing wrong with that. You will meet many people who will complement you for one night, for a few hours.”