Chapter 4

Words : 952 Updated : Dec 1st, 2020

ELLE "Gabe, are you okay?" I tried to grab his hand but he shoves it inside his pocket. He looks down at me and little Cece before giving me half a smile that tugs on my heartstrings. "I'm fine, Elle. Maybe, I just need a drink, or two?" He held out his two fingers, biting his lip as he looks at me. Oh, no. You don't. I know that it won't be just two. You will get drunk again and cry about your father's death. Plus, you are driving me back to-- "Okay," Oh my ...where did that come from?! "Elle, give me back my Cece." I glared at my cousin, sighing in exasperation as I turn and find that my husband was long gone. That git, he just doesn't care! "Elle, Come on. Let's have some fun. It's your anniversary! I mean... birthday?" the blonde imp hiccups and smiled as he makes his way down to us, sporting a shimmering blue onesie. "Either." Frances mused, dragging me to the dance floor. This family - I always wondered how I will able to related to them. They are so eccentric and...odd. Very odd. I remove my heels and stared at my cousin, "What now, Frances? What scheme-?" They didn't give me the chance to stand my ground and protest when Frances carries me in his arms and shoves me on the dance floor. "Frances! You're making me dizzy, just put me ba--AAhhh!!!" The glass crash as I collapse on the drink display. I struggled with my wet dress, glaring at the crazy cousin of my husband. He freaking pushed me! "Ha-ha-Elle. Uh, I'm so sorry but, uh," He gave me a constipated look before bursting out, laughing, spluttering his drink around the other guest who looks at him with delight dancing in their eyes. Bizarre! "You just, hahaha--Looks like a cat thrown out while it is raining. You are soaked like a wet pussy--Hahaha! PUSSY !" He throws his head back before strutting to the dance floor, leaving me with the mess he made. "Damn it, Frances! Help me out." I called out. I blindly grope around, trying to hold myself up when I felt someone hauling me up. I quickly raise my head to see who it is when Cassandra gave me a disapproving look. She ushered me up on the front door, calling for Taylor - our personal driver slash assistant. I followed her out of the hotel and to the parking lot. Taylor opened the door for me but before I enter, Cassandra yelled, her hands on her waist. "Clean yourself from head to foot or else I'm going to bathe you the same as I do with little Cece! You smell like a minibar, Elle, seriously." She pushed me inside and close the door behind her as I struggled further inside the car with my wet gown and heels. Taylor looks at me from the mirror and I shrug at him, disliking how the evening turns out. Taylor offered me a kind smile and I smiled back at him. He was like the good old uncle I have never had and I am glad he is our personal driver. I look down at my hands and huff, glaring down at the wet gown. I wonder why ladies needed a balloon skirt and high heels. It's freaking stupid. And who made this damn heels? It makes my life harder. Even if it gave me a little addition to my height, it is still a pain in the as*. I was surprised when the engine stopped and Taylor opens the door for me. "Mrs. West, let me assist you," He started to carry my gown which made me stand in haste. "No, Taylor. I can do this myself..." I can feel the heat rushing up my cheeks as I walk past him. I was about to open the doors when I came with a thought, "Taylor?" He looks back at me as I smiled at him, "Mrs. West?" "Oh, please...stop calling me that, just call me Elle." I gave him another smile as he bowed, ushering me inside the mansion. I went up through the flight of the stairs, grumbling with every step I take. I am delighted to reach our room at the end of the hallway. I made my way inside the bathroom and strip off every item on my body. Hmph...like I care! * 'Elle,' Wait. 'Elleeee...' Who's that? 'Elle-' "Who's that?!" I jump out of the shower and wrap myself up in a fluffy towel. 'Elleeee!' Freaking unicorn poop, why is he here? "Wait, I'm in the bathroom!" I opened up the door only to see no one. "Gabe? Stop kidding me!" 'ELLEANA!' oh, I hate that name. I sound like a fucking alien. I look around but he's not in here so WHERE IS HE?! "Gabe, stop kidding me! Show yourself right at this moment or--" 'Help me up!' I can hear shuffling from the other side of the room which means he's outside. "Coming, Mister." I turned the knob only to feel his body slump back unto my knees making me stumble with him on the floor "Gabriel, you're so heavy!" I whined, trying to pull my husband up, but failed. "Gabe, wake up. Please..." I look at him but he just gave me a lazy smile and kiss me. WTF! HE DIDN'T JUST KISS MY LIPS...oh well! "Gabriel, stop!" he gave me a laugh before deepening his kiss and carrying me, "Gabe--" He throws me down on the bed as I grip the towel, tight. "Gabe, I think, I think you're not ready. We're not ready and you're drunk. You don't know what you're doing, you just--" "NO! I know what I'm doing and you don't have the right to correct me!" He yanked the towel off and stared at me, "I want you and I'll have you, now or never..."

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