Chapter 19
CIRCENN
“Whatever you want to do with me,”
Whatever do I want to do with her? Is this lady serious?
“You’re horribly drunk.” I say to Naomi, and she shakes her head, like she’s ready to disagree.
Still holding her hand, I make her take a step backward while I take a step
Walking back into the suite room, I suspected 1 saw her fast asleep:
I was worried for nothing
I can’t believe I actually got worried.
She seemed so disappointed when I mentioned leaving.
I’m not sure why shed be so upset.
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never did I expect her to drown her entire body in liquor.
But it’s a good thing I returned when I did, she might have overindulged in alcohol even more if I hadn’t.
“You’re drunk, and the only thing you need now is to restTM
“Rest!” She scoffs
“Who revs on their wedding night!” She adds.
Her breath smells like sweets and liquor.
It is a fancy and unique combination, if you ask me..
“We’re not truly married” I shake my head.
But we did sign our marriage certificate
“We both know it is limited. I add
“Doesn’t that mean I want to sit down and be boring about everything?” Her voice is high–pitched, and I scrunch at how loud it is.
I let go of her hand as she started to struggle her way out of my grip
Thinking she wants to keep her hands to herself. I am left totally speechless when she cups her face, stretching her torso, and stands on her toes so her hands can be steady on my face.
Her hands are warm, but they
ry freeze my body immediately.
She beams. “You are like Big Jake.”
sigh. “I am his father”
“No. Yeah, you are, but Jake is such a wonderful kid. I don’t ever, ever want him to grow up and be a jerk like you.”
She pours, but I don’t react.
She won’t be the first person to call me a jerk.
She lets go of my face and starts to walk towards the food table. As she reaches for another liquor bottle, I stop her.
My patience is wearing thin.”
“What do you think you’re trying to do?” My fingers over the bottle, and I pull it from her gmp
“Do not stop me, Carcenn she barks my name.
“I already did, 1 add, and she unexpectedly punches my chest.
“That actually hurts” I say in her.
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“I plan to do more,” she snarls, and her eyes reflect the light above.
I know her to be so composed and sophisticated.
Where the hell is this sophomoric attitude from?
“I’m confiscating all alcohol. Now go sir.” I say, and she listens.
After stashing the remaining alcohol in a secure spot, 1 returned to the living room to find Naomi slumped on the couch, looking utterly dejected.
I was tempted to ask what was troubling her, but I didn’t want to risk sparking another round of childish behavior.
So, I opted for a gentle approach, quietly clearing the clutter from the coffee table in front of her.
Even after my efforts to create a peaceful atmosphere, she remains in a sullen mood, Iser expression unyielding
As I turn off the TV, She starts to cry.
I sigh.
I
glance in her direction and notice the expression on her face-a mix of disapproval and sorrow.
Her eyes, a striking shade of blue, are filled with unshed tears.
I understand that this may be influenced by the effects of alcohol. She will never expose herself in this manner.
“Why are you doing this to me?” She cries.
“Whatever have I done this time?”
“Whatever have you not done?” She adds. “It’s my wedding night. But I am alone; I am sad, and my boys might think I am a horrible mother for leaving them alone tonight. Do you think I’m a horrible mother?” Her voice is raspy, and her tears are unstoppable,
“You’re not a horrible mother, Naomi: you’re the best.” I say plainly–and I mean it
“Really?” Her eyes flutter.
have
“Yes, and it’s your wedding night. So your boys understand. You do not have to worry, they’re having a great time with Maggie and their grandfather.”
“You know. Naomi starts to wipe her eyes
“This is a big deal for me, all my life, I never thought I’d ever get to walk down an aisle in a beautiful wedding dress,” she says, getting on her feet.
She is getting sappy, so I take a seat..
“When I got pregnant for you, I literally thought my life was over. Who would want to date a pregnant lady? I asked myself. And even after giving birth, who would want to date a lady with two kids? It was a rollercoaster of emotions for me: Walking down an aisle was a big dream for me,” she
I listen to her
And I don’t know how to feel.
o feel. My em
emotions are still
still twirling in a whirlwind of nonchalance, attentiveness, and perhaps a bit of empathy.
I do not feel empathy towards people, but this can always slide as an exception.
“So tonight was a dream come true for me, and I enjoyed every bit of it. So just let me drink,” she adds, getting on her feet.
Her intoxicated body immediately fails her as she takes a step forward, which causes her body to falter and gently crash into mine.
“Oh god, no.” She sofily murmurs while resting her back on my thighs, her flowing hair cascading and brushing the floor below. Her pink robe is on the verge of coming undone
She looks up at me with her piercing blue eyes, saying so much.
“Do you still want to drink in this state?” ask.
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“Can I not?”
“Youll break.” I say.
She looks at me silently, her gaze unwavering
I don’t appreciate feeling uneasy due to her silence and intense gaze, but I cannot ignore the fact that she is paying this much attention to me.
“What?” I snarl.
“You’re beautiful,” she says quietly.
It takes me a bit by surprise, but I do not deny it.
“Of course 1 am
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As she rises from the couch with the grace of a sloshed ballerina, I think she’s about to make a grand exit.
But instead, she parks herself on my thighs, her hands draping over my shoulders like a territorial claim.
I’m paralyzed, my mind racing with the possibilities of what might be brewing in that liquor–laden brain of hers. She’s silent once more, her gaze piercing mine with the intensity of a thousand unspoken secrets.
her head
Im growing increasingly uncomfortable, and my thoughts are coming up with so many theories as to what can be atten
But before I can react, she tightens her grip around my neck and pulls me into a kiss, hijacking my senses and leaving me breathless.
It’s like I’m being mugged.
The
e kiss is a sudden ambush on my unsuspecting lips, carefully taking my lips.
I don’t reciprocate: I’m unsure of how to navigate this unexpected tum of events.
Naomi’s soft lips press against mine with a persistence that’s both endearing and alarming.
She’s clearly drunk, oblivious to the boundaries she’s crossing
And it would be a stupid move on my part to take advantage of her influence, and to be honest, I’m not exactly thrilled about the prospect of intimacy tonight–with Naomi or anyone else, for that matter.
My mind is screaming exhaustion, as is my body
If she were sober, maybe this might work out.
The kiss we shared at the wedding reception was a revelation, surpassing all my expectations.
It was a moment—maybe a spark–that ignited a flame 1 couldn’t ignore.
The sensation was nothing short of captivating, leaving me breathless and yearning for more.
The aftertaste lingered–a sweet temptation that almost drew me in for another taste, another moment of surrender. It was as if our lips had spoken
a language all their own, one that transcended words and reason.
As I gently but firmly disentangle myself from her grip, she gently breaks the kiss, and her head falls to my shoulder.
I catch her before she can fall flat on her face.
Her breathing is light and her body is frail, and that’s how I come to understand she has fallen asleep.
I hear myself scoff. And I slowly rise up while lifting her into my arms too.
I walk to the bedroom and gently place her body on the soft bed.
She makes a quick, heavy breathing sound
Pulling the duvet to cover her body, I remove some drizzled hair that has buried her face, and she makes another steepy noise.
irve up.
It makes any lips carve
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She’s the mother of my children. The last thing I’ll stand for is her trying to break this body she needs so much.
