My palms are sweaty, I've taken off my shoes because even my feet are sweating. I've wiped the balls of sweat off my head over and over, and my black chiffon shirt is clinging to my chest because of the sweat trailing down my neck.
My heart feels like it's about to make its way out of my chest and I am just not myself.
"You know, I'll feel a lot more calm if you pick up the damn phone Rowan!!" I scream as my phone shows a failed call yet again. I've called and called over and over and he's not picking!
"Champagne calm down, just calm down. Do not use fowl words, you are a good Christian. And also, you know he is not feeling too well. That's why he didn't come with you today." I try talking to myself to calm myself.
"Yeah, he is probably asleep and put the phone on silent so as not to receive any call from work. Yes, that must be it."
I'm trying my very best to keep calm, but that is so hard to do! So very hard. Why would Languein say I transferred my shares to my husband? When did I do that? I_ I mean why would I do that in the first place?
"Rowan has no business whatsoever with my shares. There must be a mistake, I mean it has to be a very big mistake." My fingers clench to the steering wheel as I drive back to our condo in a complete state of confusion and panic.
"Calm down Champagne, calm down. There has to be an explanation. Just meet Rowan first and everything will be clear."
Those are the words I tell myself as I try all I can to focus on driving.
Barely parked the car in the garage, I jump out of it. I'm already walking toward the elevator before I remember I'm barefooted. I run back, pick my shoes and purse too.
Not bothering to wear them, I walk-run toward the elevator and inside all I can think of is how my day is turning out to be. First I get to learn that my precious grandpa who I thought loved me was only pretending to do so, then I am heartlessly kicked out of my position based on false allegations and now, in some freaking turn of events, I have supposedly transferred all my shares to my husband!!
"HOW!!!" I scream inside the elevator and at that moment it dings, indicating I've reached my destination. Hurriedly, I walk out of the elevator and make my way toward our door.
Without thinking, I turn the door knob, "It's locked, of course it's locked Champagne, where is your head?" I say as I fumble through my purse for the keys.
I open the door and I don't know if it's my breathing that is so loud that I hear or it's someone else's. But then—
"Yes Row! Yes! Oh, Yes!! Aww!" In all honesty, I am confused on what that sound is supposed to be. Wait, maybe it's not confusion. I know what that sounds like, I just don't understand why it is coming from the bedroom of my sick husband.
"O_Oh, must be a movie h_he's watching." I say to myself, but I don't think I believe my own words. My stomach is starting to twist and turn and the sweating has doubled. Maybe it's the air conditioning but I'm suddenly feeling very cold too.
"M_must be a movie. Yes, j_ust a normal erotic mov—"
"Do you think Cham would have gotten the news by now?" I can't mistake that voice, it's Rowan. It's strained, l_like he is in the middle of doing something tedious, but it's definitely his voice.
But it makes me wonder, what kind of tedious activity could a sick man possibly engage in?
"Why are you talking about that bitch while we are making love?" Oh God help me, I must be hearing things. I think I am running mad. The day has been so stressful that I think I just heard Alicia's voice.
But why would Alicia be in my husband's bedroom? And why would she say what she just said?
"But yes, I am sure she already got the news. So let's celebrate harder, harder my love."
Indeed, I have run mad. This is the only thing I can tell myself as my hand touches the doorknob of his bedroom.
"Your wish has always been my command, my queen." Are the last words I hear before twisting the knob and pushing the door open.
"Ahh, yes. Yes! Oh yes please! Harder, harder! Yes!!!"
The cold I feel is now in my bones. The shoes and purse in my hand drops to the ground as my eyes are filled with nothing but the sight of my naked husband, holding up the legs of an equally naked woman on his shoulder, with his member buried inside her and his eyes on me.
I wasn't mad after all. I did hear the right voice… The naked woman is my dear cousin, Alicia Gold.
I want to vomit… And I want to cry.
And at that moment I beg God again, to help me, don't make me cry.