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I was shocked when I opened my eyes and realized that I had actually fallen asleep. Well hell, that wasn’t good. I rolled over and much to my disappointment Gerard wasn’t beside me. Slowly I got out of bed and threw on the satin kimono I saw on the chair. The glass of Dom Perignon was still sitting by the bed. I almost took a small sip before walking out in search of my husband but decided against it. He was in the living room sitting in the semi-darkness smoking a cigarette. It was stupid but I felt shy. I pulled the kimono tighter around my body as I walked to him.
“Like the kimono?’ he asked softly.
“I love it, thank you.” I noticed that he was still wearing his. I had to keep myself from giggling with happiness that we were dressed alike. I stood looking at him. He smiled.
“Have a seat, Laura. I won’t bite unless you want me to.”
“I’m sorry I fell asleep. What time is it?”
“It’s around 3:00 am. I figured you would sleep until morning.”
I sat down next to him and he automatically put his arm around me and pulled me to him. “How come you’re not sleeping?”
He took another drag, “I tried but couldn’t. I watched you sleep for a while. You make some damn cute faces in your sleep.”
“Gerard I know we’re gonna go back on tour in a few days but what happens after that? I mean were are we gonna live?”
He sighed, “Well since I’m sure Eve threw everything I owned out of the apartment we had I’m pretty much homeless.”
I laughed, “Oh I married a homeless man.”
“Yeah, you did. I suppose we’ll have to get an apartment. Maybe by Alicia and Mikey.”
I liked that idea. “That would be great. We could have them over for dinner and shit.” As soon as I said it I knew I shouldn’t have. His body tensed. I was sounding way too domestic.
“Yeah, I suppose we have to put up a good front. Mikey called the powers that be at Reprise and told them about our marriage. Fuck, now they can get off my case.”
His words wounded me,
“Yeah, I mean that was the whole point of this marriage wasn’t it?”
He pulled his arm from around me and stood, “Yeah, you know it was. While we’re on the subject I want you to know that I’ve had an account set up in just your name. Every month quite a bit of money will be deposited in it for you. That way when you decide you’ve had enough of all this shit you’ll be able to live on your own comfortably.”
Talk about feeling like your world is crashing down around you. This was just the conversation every woman wanted to have on her wedding night. I tried to hide the pain in my voice. “I never asked you to do that. I didn’t expect you to pay me to be your wife.”
He walked across the room to the window. Parting the drapes the whole of Vegas look like it was at our feet. “This just seemed to be the best plan. Our lawyer raked me over the coals earlier today for not having you sign a prenup. She wanted to fax one to me before the wedding.”
“So why didn’t you let her? I would have signed it.” I stood and walked over to stand beside him. Looking out the window at the beautiful lights I felt an overwhelming sadness fill my heart. This night could have been so perfect. Now harsh reality had come calling ruining it all.
“I just thought it seemed kinda crass to ask you to sign one.” He didn’t look over at me.
“But telling me you’re setting up an account for me isn’t? Fuck, you’ve just told me your paying me to be your wife.” My anger was full force now, “Hell Gerard if your planning on paying me to be your wife maybe we should discuss just what that means. Let’s see, I gotta smile in public and look happy, right?’
Beside me he didn’t move. I wanted to shake him. “So that’s my base pay I guess. You know I think I should get more for sex don’t you? A set amount for blowjobs, extra pay for getting fucked in the ass. Tell me Gerard how am I really? Maybe you made a bad deal. Am I worth the extra pay?”
He turned from the window. “I never lied to you. I told you I couldn’t love you. I told you what kind of a marriage this has to be.”
Fuck, I was so angry I started crying. “Yeah, and you also told me you would take care of me. I thought that meant emotionally not monetarily. You said you didn’t want this to be an act. So when you said you’d be faithful to me what exactly did that mean? Should I have gotten a better explanation? Did that mean you wouldn’t fuck any other women? How about men, Gerard? You still gonna screw guys?” I hated the words coming out of my mouth but I couldn’t stop. I hurt so badly.
He continued to stare at me. Finally he walked past me and into the bedroom. I collapsed on the sofa and buried my head in my arms. Shit, shit, shit, why did this have to happen?
He came out of the bedroom and I totally expected him to be dressed and ready to walk out. Instead when I looked up he was standing in front of me still wearing the kimono. “Laura, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was just trying to make you understand that I’m trying to take care of you. If anything happens, you’ll be okay” He paused, “ That no matter what happens you’ll be okay.”
I wiped my eyes on the back of my hand. “I’m sorry about what I said but damn it I meant it. I don’t want to be paid to be your wife. I chose to be your wife. It’s what I wanted. I’m not doing it for money; I’m doing it for you. You, Gerard, that’s what I want.”
He knelt down in front of me. “When I said faithful I meant I won’t have sex with anyone but you. When I said I’d take care of you I meant physically. Laura, how can I take care of you emotionally when I’m so fucked up mentally myself?”
I touched his face, “You’re stronger than you know.” I took a shaky breath, “Can we go back to bed now?”
He smiled sadly, “Yeah, sugar. But we’re gonna go to sleep. This has been a long night for both of us. Tomorrow when we get back to Jersey we’ll figure out our housing situation. We won’t need a place for a few months but we should start to find a place now.”
I nodded and he pulled me to my feet. We walked back into the bedroom and I slipped back into the bed. He told me he’d be right back and went into the bathroom. I stared at the ceiling while I waited. Several minutes later he returned and got into bed with me. He pulled me into his arms and told me to sleep. This will work I kept telling myself. We’ll be all right. I had really started to believe it when I glanced over at the nightstand. There I saw the champagne glass he had handed me earlier. The one that had been filled with Dom Perignon. Only thing was now it was quite empty.

Slowly I came awake and was thrilled to feel Gerard’s arms still around me. I smiled until I remembered the Dom Perigon. What had happened? When I had left the bedroom it was full. Had he drank it when he walked into the bedroom after our fight? I didn’t know what to think.
“Morning” he whispered into my ear, “How are you feeling, wife?”
Shit, he sounded so happy I wanted to cry. His mood swings made me feel like I was on a fucking roller coaster. I took a deep breath and tried to swallow my fears. “I feel wonderful, How are you, husband?”
He laughed, “Feeling like I need a shower. Wanna take one with me?”
“Of course I do.” I answered rolling over in his arms to face him. “But are you gonna rub my back?’
“For sure, front and back,” he said with a devilish grin.
A few minutes later we were in the shower together. It was fucking huge. There was an enormous showerhead that rained water down on you. It felt heavenly. There was also another showerhead that was attached to the wall. This shot jets of water from a different angle. Combined together it was one hell of a shower.
True to his word, Gerard soaped up a sponge and started rubbing my back. I moaned as I felt my muscles relax. “Such a fucking moaner” he teased.
“Look babe, you’re a moaner too.” I responded.
He smiled, “Yeah, I guess I am. Turn around I’ve got to make sure all of you gets massaged.”
I turned and he began to run the sponge over my neck and breasts, He had just begun to move the sponge lower when he stopped. I could tell he was listening to something. “What?”
“That’s my cell phone. It’s Mikey’s ring tone and I know he wouldn’t be calling if it wasn’t important.”
I tried to hide my disappointment. He got out of the shower, quickly dried off and went into the bedroom where he had left his phone. I waited and waited. Finally I was starting to feel very water logged. Giving up the waiting game I got out of the shower and dried off. I hadn’t taken anything to put on so walked out to the bedroom nude. I was shocked to see him sitting on the bed, his head in his hands.
“Gerard, what’s wrong?” I said going to him.
He looked up at me but said nothing. I knelt down in front of him. “Tell me. What’s happened?”
He met my eyes, “We have to get back to Jersey. Mikey’s making earlier plane reservations for us.”
“Okay but why?”
He looked down at the floor while he spoke to me, “Ray called Mikey. He’s been trying to get a hold of me but I had my phone turned off. I just tuned it back on when we went to take a shower.”
“Did you call Ray? What did he want?”
“Yeah, I called him. We have to get back.”
“Why?” I stood and sat down on the bed beside him.
Suddenly his temper snapped, “Cause I fucking said so that’s why.”
I didn’t know what to say. I was trying to be understanding but shit, I hated to be yelled at. “Gerard, I think I have a right to know what’s going on.”
“No, Laura you don’t. Get dressed. I’m gonna go talk to Mikey. He’ll explain to Mom and Dad that we left early.” He stood and as I watched he started pulling on his clothes.
“Be ready to go when I get back,” he said before leaving the bedroom. I watched him walk out then heard the suite door slam. What the fuck had Ray told him?