KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS!

I wanted to shut my ears to block the word from reaching my brain. So much to just act as husband and wife. Do I have to kiss him? Who knows, the next thing they'd ask me to have a baby with him. Ew!

I glanced at the crowd with the fakest smile I could muster. But deep down I knew my heart was ready to erupt. I didn't want to kiss him as I didn't appreciate how my body reacted to his touch. I don't remember kissing him that day, but I didn't crave to relive that either.

I looked at my family smiling and cheering at the top of their lungs. As I turned my head towards him, our eyes met. He was smirking at me. The nerves!

He shrugged at me and I took it as he wanted me to decide whether I'm playing it. I noticed Dima's furrowed eyebrows and Keryl wouldn't even stop shouting on the mike.

He looked at me, searching for an answer, and I nodded at him. The next second, I closed my eyes, and chewed my lips as I always do when I'm nervous. And tonight I was not only nervous but frightened to the point where I could have a heart attack any minute.

I didn't feel his presence, so I opened my left eye and found him grinning at me. He came closer, placing his palms on my waist, and whispered near my ears, his breath fanning my neck giving me goosebumps, "Breath, angry bird." Another nickname. Damn him!. I pinched him hard on his hand that held my waist and he chuckled, closing the distance even further.

"Just breathe. I will keep it short." He said. His husky voice and his face this close brew something in my mind that I never thought I'd do in this lifetime. My hands clutched his tux, and he closed the gap. His hands pushed me towards him and I gasped when I felt something hard below my stomach.

I stared at him wide-eyed and he put his lips on mine in a nanosecond. At that moment, I realized I didn't even know how to kiss. Of course, I have kissed men before. Well, if you'd count when I kissed Michel, my classmate, back when I was fifteen. I cringed internally as I puked after the kiss. I had saliva all around my lips thanks to that guy.

Embarrassed if I'm doing it wrong, I closed my eyes and he bit my lips, shocking me. I gasped as the pain electrocuted my veins and he pried further into my mouth.

The intensity of the kiss slowly made my legs weak. It felt nothing like the kiss with Michel. Unknowingly, my lips moved in the sink with his. My desire pooling in which I loathed and the next second, I pushed him away a little, unlocking our lips.

He was breathless, so was I. There was silence around us. I touched my lips and saw him doing the same. Surprised, we both looked at the people and they just stared at us, dumbstruck.

I curiously looked at them and wondered, isn't this common at weddings? Don't couples kiss each other the way we did? But God knows how Zearo answered my unasked question. "I guess they are shocked because they never saw this side of yours."

"What side?" I asked him, confused. Look at my stupidity.

"The carefree side, sweetheart." He said and winked at me. The crowd clapped and hollered loudly and blood rushed through my veins. I guess I had too much of that drink Keryl handed me.

I shrugged off and walked out of the spotlight as it slowly faded away. I held his hand and he let me. I saw Andersons when we cut the cake but I couldn't find them anywhere. Not bothering to ask Dima about it and spoil her mood, I walked down the stage towards her and all my friends and found Charles the Cop and Mr. Stones. I recalled Dima telling me that Zearo didn't give any name except these two and I understood why.

His people lived in Italy. And, family? I didn't want to know. Dima hugged me, wiping tears, and so did Keryl and Mia. Emma looked shocked, and Olivia smiled at me. I didn't want to know whatever was going on in their mind as I felt a little light-headed.

"Keryl, your plan of giving her that drink was exceptional! Look at her now! And the k-" Mia paused as I slapped her hand to shut down. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Zearo shaking his head, and an amused expression on his face. I guess he caught up with the conversation.

I brushed them off towards the bar set at the other end of the garden. I grabbed the glass of bluish liquor handed by the bartender and gulped it down. A little alone time away from the crowd was all I wanted, but today I guess I wasn't meant to have that peace as I looked at the crowd and saw Charles walking towards me along with Mr. Stones.

"Ms. D'Waner! Congratulations dear. You both had this suffocating attraction towards each other and I knew something was going to happen." Mr. Stones said in a hurry, and I looked at him, surprised. I heard Charles chuckle beside him. Glaring at him, I thanked Mr. Stones.

From the records, I found that Charles once worked for Zearo, but didn't know the reason he joined the police department here. Maybe it was Zearo's trick to keep the black market in control with his help. It left a bitter impression of him on me. I knew it wasn't good to judge anyone, but it was crystal clear by the bond they shared that he still was working for him.

"Congratulations." He kept it short, and I didn't bother thanking him and nodded. His furrowed eyebrows and that cut at the end of his left eye always intrigued me. But now his attention was not towards me, but somewhere behind me. I turned around curious about what he was looking at but found nothing as it was pretty dark but could easily guess that someone or rather I say, two people were standing at the end of the garden away from the crowd, in a completely dark area.

Curious, I held my gown and strolled towards them; I didn't even know why I was so excited to find whoever they were. But I couldn't help it as it must be the alcohol taking action instead of me.

Before I could take another step, Charles grabbed my arm, stopping me from going further. Anger boiled inside me as I turned around and brought my hand up towards his face to hit him square, but he surprised me by holding my hand that could have touched his cheeks.

"Don't you ever touch me like this. Leave my hand now otherwise I don't know what I'd do with you." I warned him with gritted teeth. His grip loosened as soon as he realized what he did. Mr. Stones was surprised with his behavior and so was I. He drew his hands on his hair and I looked at the hidden forms again.

Leaving them where they were, I walked towards the pair as I saw the shadow of two people. I heard Charles curse behind me, which had me thinking who could that be that Charles was so adamant to stop me. I felt my heartbeat quickening, and my legs picked up their speed.

I slowed down as I came closer to the silhouette. "What a-" my words refused to come out of my mouth as I recognized the silhouette. How could I not know when we just kissed?

"Zearo?" My lips trembled when I was sure that it was him and the brunette. Her face was still hidden, and he wrapped his arms around her. They were so close, so close, that I clutched my gown around my chest, feeling suffocated. Alcohol messes with my brain badly.

I took a deep breath and even in my drunk state; I knew he was not mine. My inner self laughed at my current situation and I chuckled as a lone tear touched my lips. I wiped it as fast as I could and turned around, but only to be halted by his voice.

"Liara?" His voice surprised. I didn't need to turn back to watch his expression. I could tell that it surprised him finding me there and he must have spoiled the perfect hairstyle by drawing his hands on them.

I turned around with the fakest smile that I could muster and, yes; I was right. His surprised expression, along with a beautiful lady in his arms. He must have found me looking at their locked hands as the next second I found him walking towards me, unlocking it.

I raised my hand, halting him on his steps. His face is half-hidden in the shadow. I closed my eyes to calm my racing heart and smiled. I looked at the brunette who stood beside him. His eyes never wavering away from me. I smirked at him and took a proper look at the lady, who looked like a mess.

"You are... Ms. Julie Jones, sister of Mr. Logan Jones." I recognized her as her asshat brother and had been my constant enemy since the day I kicked him out of the annual meeting.

She nodded, brushing off tears and dusting her dress. I looked at Zearo, wondering what went wrong and why she was crying. My fuzzy mind was not able to think properly and I staggered two steps back. My ankle twisted as my heels landed on a stone, but fortunately, muscular arms caught me from falling.

"Liara!" From my fuzzy vision, I saw Zearo taking strides towards me. I wondered if Zearo didn't hold me, then who did?. I touched the hands, rough and cold, not the way Zearo's hands feel. I looked at the source and saw Charles looking at me, worried.

"You okay?" He was too close for my liking as his breath fanned my face. My body collided with his. I realized it was a very unfavorable posture. I pushed him a little, away from my body, and stood straight, dusting my gown. "I'm good." I nodded at him. I knew I was being hostile toward him, even if he didn't give me a reason to. But I'd blame my alcoholic self for my jumbled behavior.

"Why are you standing here? Come join us for the celebration that has just begun." I invited Julie if I remembered her name correctly.

"No, I have to leave." She snapped at me. Surprised, I looked at her and then at Zearo, who was pinching the bridge of his nose. I tried understanding the situation, my drunk mind didn't make it easy to find whatever hell was going on.

"Hello Miss, I guess you didn't have to be so rude to me." I pointed out and saw Zearo chuckling.

"What are you laughing at?" I asked, my anger bubbling so fast, surprising me even more.

"He is laughing at your stupidity!" She yelled at me.

"Julie!" I looked at the pair, shocked. I didn't know what to do. My vision is getting heavier every moment.

"Look, woman, I do not know why you are so rude to me. Just say that to my face or walk away from here right now. I don't have time to entertain anyone right now." I said as politely as I could. If she wanted to act like a bitch, then so could I.

"You married the only person I-"

"Julie! ENOUGH!" Zearo roared at her, which gave me a severe headache.

"Don't shout at her! She is talking to me." I put my finger on my lips, asking him to shut his mouth and I saw him taking a deep breath.

"Liara, you had too much to drink. Please let's not forget that guests are still inside. We need to go." Zearo touched my hand, and I shivered as if I touched a thorn.

"But I need to know what her problem is." I pouted. "Fucking great." I noticed Charles and Julie saying in unison.

I ignored Charles and concentrated on the woman in front of me, who still snaked her arms around my husband. "Are you that same brunette who was with him in Florida?" I blurted out when I couldn't control my jumbled thoughts.

"Liara?"

"Of course, yes," Julie said, as if it was so obvious.

"So, she was the important work that you had," I stated. I was trying to link the situation and get a clear picture of what happened.

"It's not like-" he started, but I stopped him.

"Oh! No no, it's fine. She's your girlfriend. I get it. I'm so lame, I couldn't even figure out something so obvious." I laughed at my situation. I should have asked him about his love life, but I didn't bother.

"I'm so sorry if Zearo did not tell you about this drama." I started as I felt genuinely guilty for spoiling their relationship.

"Liara! You don't have to." Zearo clinched my hand. I jerked it off and looked at Julie. "Look, we-" I gestured at him and then me, "-are a couple only for the world."

"Liara!" This time it was Charles.

"Oh shush," I said and put my finger on my lips, gesturing to him to shut up.

"Why are you guys behaving like your panties are on fire?!" I threw my hand, frustrated with the intrusion.

"Okay, so look Julie, you can have all of him." I gestured at Zearo and saw Julie's expression, confused.

"I mean, we are a couple only for one year." I lifted a single finger and gestured to her to look at it.

"Woah!" The next second, I felt my body floating in the air. My drunken head imagined myself floating in the air as Aladdin does in his flying carpet.

"I wanted to talk to Julie, Aladin. Put me down!" I shouted, but nothing happened and I entered nothingness.

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