Free Losing Pieces of Me by Rose Briner Page A

are so thin in this hotel that I could hear his footsteps and when he walked over to his door and closed it behind him.
       This isn’t the way I dreamed of spending my wedding night.  But I could be in a worse situation right now, I guess.  I could be hiding from my landlord in that crummy old apartment instead of here, sleeping in a bed with expensive sheets that smell like wild flowers.  Who knows, things might just end up being okay after all.

Chapter Nine
     
     
       This is the part where we start living as man and wife right?  Sleeping in the same room, eating together, spending time together, isn’t that what normal couples do?  I guess Jayden’s idea of normal , is not what everyone else views as normal.
       We’ve been here for a week.  One. Entire. Week.  And how many times have I seen my new husband?  One.  This is the part where we’re supposed to get to know one another better because at some point we’re going to end up being out together in society as man and wife or even with members of his family.  Wouldn’t it be beneficial for the both of us if we’re on the same page?  Discussing things like what we want to tell them about how we met and how long we’ve been dating in secret before we decided to get married.  I know it won’t be long before the tabloids discover that the most eligible bachelor is no longer a bachelor and when that moment arrives, it would look bad if we’re blindsided and they write anything less than favorable.  I seem to be the only one of the two of us that sees the bigger picture here, he has to prove to the board that we’re actually legitimately married.  It would help if I knew something beyond my husband’s name and the city he lives in.
       The issue is, he came to drop off an envelope at my door before he was forced to run away without a word.  Why?  That damn phone started ringing.  My hopes were kind of dashed after that moment.  I was hoping we could explore the area before we’re forced to return to New York.  Not everyone can say they get an all expenses paid trip to Mexico and can buy whatever they want.
       Inside the envelope, I find a stack of cash and a set of instructions to head downstairs to the waiting town car that will take me where I need to go to buy the things I need for when we get back to New York.  He also said that if I run out of money, the stores can charge it to his account.  Normally girls would be all over this and want to spend all the money they can on things that they’ll never actually wear, but the thing is, I’m not like most other girls.
       I pull on some comfortable clothes, my sneakers, and throw my hair up into a messy ponytail before I step out of the room and head downstairs.  When I get there, there’s only one car at the curb and with the way the man is standing there smiling at me, I would assume that’s the car that is going to take me where I’m supposed to go.
       “Right this way, Mrs. Leopold,” greets the driver as he holds the door open to the backseat of the car.  I look around me trying to figure out if he’s talking to someone else, but want to hit myself on the forehead when I realize that I’m Mrs. Jayden Leopold.  That’s going to take some getting used to.
       “Thank you,” I smile up at the driver when he clears his throat.
    I settle into the backseat and try not to fidget as the car pulls away from the curb.  I’m nervous, I’m not sure what he’s told people about me or how I am supposed to behave.  I’m out of my element, and I don’t like feeling like I’m not in control of the situation.
       Pulling up to an expensive looking store, I suddenly don’t want to get out of the car.  This isn’t a place where I would normally shop and I look like I just fell out of bed and forgot to put on the expensive clothing I should own.  But the longer I sit there and stare up at the store from the inside of the car, the more I realize that this is the