Promise of Forever
      Chapter 3
 

"Danny are you sure you can do this? Danny, Danny, hey man are you listening to me?"

Ray's voice brings me back to reality, I was lost in my thoughts about Michelle, I can't believe I just left her a half an hour ago, it feels like forever. She is so beautiful and when we made love it was more intense than it had ever been before. I guess it was just so full of our love and passion for each other, mixed with the fear of what we are about to embark on.

"Yeah, Ray, sorry, I'm listening. And to answer your question, yes, I can go through with this, I don't have a choice, I have to do this for us, and the future we deserve. The best part is that in the process I'm going to make Theresa's life a living hell, and make her regret the day she ever tried to play games with me and my wife."

"I know this is really tough on you, but I'm right here to support you and help you through this. It's time."

The wedding (what a joke, I think to myself) is starting. I have to laugh to myself, little does that witch know, that not only are Michelle and I not annulled, Ray drew up false papers, and Ross made an "error" on the divorce papers to make them invalid, but this priest that is marrying us is not really a priest. "Father Mike" is an old friend of Ray's from the seminary, who decided he couldn't be a priest, I have known Mike for a long time also and trust him to pull this off.

Theresa thinks she's a beautiful bride, she's not! I hate her, despise everything about her, and it is taking all the strength I have to not slap her to get that stupid smug smile off her face.

The ceremony is over, and I've already got her furious at me, when it was time to kiss the bride, Theresa tried to kiss me, I just turned my head, and she barely even managed to brush my cheek, and just that was enough to make me feel sick.

We are in a limo on our way to "Towers" for a dinner, I absolutely refused to have a big reception, there is no cause for celebration, and I'll be damned if I'll suffer through it. Her grinding voice, cuts into my thoughts…
"Danny, I can't believe you did that to me, how could humiliate me like that in front of all those people?"

"Listen Theresa, don't give me your crap. I told you I would marry you in exchange for Michelle's safety and I did, but don't expect some great love story. I hate you and NOTHING is going to change that you got it? I will not kiss you, touch you, and I sure as hell won't be sleeping with you, so since you wanted to be Mrs. Daniel Santos so bad, this is your life, you better get used to it, it won't get any better, and I don't want to hear your bitching anymore, DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!!!"

Good she's crying, I'm glad, I never thought it would be possible for me to hate her this much, but I could kill her in a heartbeat if I thought I could get away with it.

Dinner is over and we are going to the "Bridal Suite", like that room is going to see any action tonight. Only in Theresa's deluded little mind. I will be on the couch, thinking only of Michelle.

Theresa has gone into the restroom to change, I hear her open the door, and I can sense she is in the living room with me. When I look up the sight I see sickens me. There she is in a flimsy nightgown, which I assume she thinks makes her look sexy, but in reality it makes her look like a slut.

"Danny, does this give you any ideas?" Theresa says running her hands over her body, and touching her most intimate parts.

"Theresa, the only idea I'm getting is that you are a bigger tramp than I thought you were, and that I think Pilar's room in the nut house is still vacant, maybe we should take you there, because you are very delusional." I respond with a sick laugh.

She's taken aback, but keeps trying. "Come on Danny remember how we were together, I always could get to you and turn you on, remember how good I was, I always did whatever you asked. Let me do it now?"

God, she's pathetic, she's still rubbing her hands on herself, she always did like doing that. "Look Theresa, we were kids, and it wasn't that great, trust me. I was a teenager with raging hormones, and you were always more than willing and able. Trust me it wasn't you in particular that turned me on, you were just my release. So why don't you take yourself in the bedroom and finish yourself off, because you're not getting it from me. Better yet, you stay here, cause I'm leaving."

I slam the door, but not before she picks up the crystal vase and heaves it at me, I hear it crash against the wall, and hear her screaming. "Danny, you son of a bitch, you'll be back and begging for me, and when you do I'll be waiting!"

"You keep dreaming Theresa, I'll never come to you." I mutter under my breath, as I get on the elevator, and leave.