They called Mike and John, telling them the plan that Irian/ Brie was going to take "being my wife seriously", as David put it, then told them to tell their wives about her while they listened, and to be honest. They told their wives that David got married to a beautiful woman with beautiful brown eyes and dark brown hair who worked as a massage therapist. "When I am going to get a massage from your new wife, David?" Kristen, John's wife, asked.
"That's up to her and what her schedule looks like. I don't dictate that to her."
"Well, can I talk to her?"
When Irian shook her head, she give him a signal of some sort for an excuse. For John's wife, she rubbed her throat. "Not tonight, Kris, she's got a touch of laryngitis. Maybe later." It was all either he or Irian could do to keep a straight face and NOT burst out laughing while he was on the phone.
John took the phone back from his wife and took it off of speaker. "Baby, I need to talk to David for a minute in private. I'll be right back", he said to his wife and left the room. "So, her new name is Brie?" John asked.
"Yep. When we talk about her, it's Brie so that no one knows what's going on with Irian. Irian's dead, right?"
John laughed quietly. "I like it. Who's idea was it for her to actually act like your wife?"
"Hers, to be honest. I thought it made sense if she was sure she wanted to commit to it. She said she's so dedicated to it that she'll even act it here. Funny, huh?"
"Sometimes, man, you have all the luck. Beautiful woman falls into your lap. HQ says, 'We're gonna put it on paper that she's your wife, David', and she says, 'As long as it's on paper that I am, why don't I play the part?'. How the hell do you manage this shit?"
David sighed. "I have no idea, brother, but I guess I'm just that GOOD."
John chuckled. Loud enough for his wife to hear, John said. "Ok, David, tell Brie I said hi and welcome to the family, sis."
"Will do, John. By the way, your acting blows", David said, then hung up.
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They laid in bed that night with her spooned against him. The feel of her body next to his drove him mad. She was so soft. He lightly ran his fingertips over her skin, barely making contact at all. He loved the way her skin felt under his hand.
She sighed softly, her eyes closed and half asleep. He adored that sound. God, how did she do this to him? He's only really known her for two days and now she's laying in his bed, in his arms, pretending to be his wife. She was making lemonade out of lemons, that was for sure, but she was doing it with finesse and poise that should not have been possible. It was endearing, to say the very least.
She rolled over and snuggled into his chest. Her breath smelled like sweet honey. Her hair smelled like lavender and vanilla and was naturally as curly as his was when and if he let it grow out. Her skin tasted like cool rain water. What was this?
YOU'RE FALLING IN LOVE WITH HER, YOU DUMB ASS! screamed a voice in his head and the second he thought it, he knew it was true.
She stirred in her sleep for a moment. "David, David, no. I love you, no, you can't", she murmured in her sleep.
The words shocked him. What was she dreaming that would make her call for him like that, then profess her love? Nothing good, surely. He pulled her a little more tightly against him to let her know that he was there and what she was seeing was a dream.
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Five o'clock came early. She didn't want to leave that safety and warmth of David's arms, but she knew she had to in order to get her work out. Anyway, he wanted to get into better shape too. It was the least she could do to pay him back for letting her say in his home.
She hit the snooze and pried her eyes open to look at the ceiling, debating on whether or not she wanted to get up and go work out. David stirred beside her. "Let's go back to sleep", he grumbled. "One morning won't kill you." She smiled and let her eyes droop shut as he rolled over to lay an arm protectively across her waist. That was something she could get used to. There was strength there. David Draiman was no slouch. He just needed to lose the gut if possible. It's not healthy, especially in a man his age.
She pushed the thought from her mind and settled back into the bed. For the first time in years, she slept in. She had forgotten how nice it would feel to sleep in. She decided that it was time to remember.
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