Chapter Thirteen - Fails

I pulled him roughly with his collar and he didn't resist. I captured his lips with my own and shut my eyes waiting for him to respond.

His lips didn't move against mine and I felt disappointment seeping through my veins, a weird pain erupting in my chest.

I started pulling back slowly but his arms wrapped around my waist, holding me up to his height and his lips pulled mine in for a passionate kiss.

My heart went into overdrive as his tongue teased my lips and slipped into my mouth. The kiss was demanding as I found my legs giving way and if it weren't for his arms holding me, I would be falling to the ground.

He leaned over me and I arched my back, grabbing his collar for support. His teeth teased my bottom lip, biting and sucking on to it. I tangled my fingers in his luscious brown hair and tugged at them, letting out a moan as his mouth started going down to my neck, planting kisses along my jawline.

His lips lingered at the base of my neck and I tightened my hold around his shoulders, loving the way they felt under my hands.

He slowly sucked on my weak spot and I let out another moan before I could stop it. Butterflies exploded in my stomach as I took in deep breaths to steady my breathing.

He suddenly stopped like someone snapped him out of his daze and his intense eyes met mine, his breathing heavy just like mine. I looked down at his lips and brushed my fingers across them, his gaze following my every movement.

My eyelids became heavy and my vision blurred. Not wanting to keep my eyes open anymore, I leaned my head against his chest and shut them.

"Just a minute," I whispered against him, glad that he didn't let go of me.

I tried to open my eyes and pull myself away from him but my legs turned to jelly and I couldn't hold myself anymore.

Suddenly, I was swept off my feet and I opened my tired eyes to look up at his chiselled jaw, as he carried me in his arms.

I breathed in his intoxicating scent and passed out.

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My hands went up to my head and I groaned, burying my face further into the pillow, trying to block the sunlight from reaching my eyes.

I tried to go back to my deep slumber but I was wide awake. Sighing, I rubbed my eyes open and sat up on the bed.

I squinted my eyes in the light to see where I was. Just then, the door opened and someone stepped inside.

Blinking a few more times, I finally saw Alec walking up to me and...he looked mad.

What the hell is going on?

I moved my legs under the blanket, feeling my bare skin and instantly froze. Was I naked?

I looked down at my body and sighed in relief. I was in an oversized shirt. Lifting my arm up to look at it, the delicious scent hit my nose and I sniffed the shirt subtly. This was Alec's.

He reached forward and placed a coffee mug on the nightstand. I looked around and finally realized I was in my room in the cottage.

My gaze flickered to the nightstand watch. 10 a.m.

I looked back at Alec in confusion, who seemed to be glaring at me in the most profuse way possible and I noticed his attire. He was dressed in casual tshirt and track pants. Why wasn't he at work?

I opened my mouth to ask him what was going on but the throbbing in my head came back and I grabbed the coffee from the nightstand, lifting it up to my lips and sighing in relief at the aroma.

My dry throat felt better after taking a sip and I tried to recall last night's events. It didn't take me long to remember what had happened and as the events of last night came back to me, my eyes grew wide and I looked at him once more.

"Oh God," I muttered.

His lips pressed into a thin line.

I looked down at my coffee in embarrassment. "I'm sorry," I muttered.

He took a seat at the couch infront of my bed and locked his gaze with mine. "Now that you're awake, I'd like to know what the fuck were you thinking?"

I gulped at his tone and took a sip of my coffee before looking up to meet his piercing glare.

"I swear I just took two shots," I spoke. He crossed his arms over his chest. "The rest six seemed to have found their way to my lips."

"You know who else would have found their way to your lips?" His voice rose a note in the air and I held my breath, remembering the guy who tried to take me home with him.

I bit my lip in mortification. "I'm sorry-" I stopped to look up at him. His gaze was still settled on me. "-and thank you for saving me," I muttered.

When he didn't say anything for the next few seconds, I decided to ask him about my clothes. "Why am I wearing your shirt?"

Nothing happened last night, right? I would have remembered if we did something.

"You were trying to rip that dress off your body the moment we made it inside the cottage. I didn't know where your clothes were so I gave you my shirt."

My eyes grew wide. "What?"

Why the hell would I do that?

"You said it was uncomfortable," He spoke.

Yeah! That it was.

My mind went back to last night again and I slowly recalled that moment. I did remember saying something like 'Do you have any idea how tight this dress is? Get me the fuck out of it'.

I remember almost ripping it but Alec had stopped me and I don't remember anything after that.

Oh God! That was embarrassing.

I hesitantly asked the next question. "Did you change my clothes?"

He held my gaze. "Yes, I did."

I released a breath and leaned back against the headboard. "With the lights off?"

"No."

"So your eyes must be closed?"

He raised a brow at me. "No."

My throat turned dry and I took another sip of the coffee. "I see."

I cleared my throat. "Did.....did something happen?"

He didn't say anything and I looked up at him in surprise only to find him looking at me in confusion.

"What?" He asked.

"Uhh....I mean you and me..." I trailed off.

It seemed to have hit him as he let out a chuckle while I was bewildered this time. "You mean if we slept together?"

I nodded.

He let out another chuckle and shook his head. "You were the one drunk, Scarlet. Not me."

I frowned and at that moment, couldn't deny the fact that I was deeply offended by his words.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

He smirked at me. "I know better than to sleep with you,"

And you married me, asshole.

I wanted to say that out loud but didn't.

"Why would you say that?" I asked, trying my best to not sound offended.

"Because you don't seem like someone who would leave it to just one night. People like you always want more. To add to that, you're my wife and I can't avoid you by not calling back or pretending that I don't know you."

Wise jerk words.

I wish he would realize how absurd all this sounds.

"Since you mentioned that Mr. Sinclair-" I sat up straight on the bed and he looked at me in amusement. "-can I finally know why you married me?"

"Isn't it a bit too early to ask that?" He teased.

I glared at him. "It's not the first time I'm asking you that question,"

"Then what makes you think you'll get an answer this time?"

He got up from the couch and walked over to me. Placing his hand firmly on the headboard behind me, he leaned over me. I held my breath and sat there frozen as his eyes scrutinized my face and finally set on my eyes.

I was suddenly reminded of the kiss we had shared last night and my cheeks reddened at his close proximity.

"I never lose, Scarlet," He was so close that his breath fanned my lips and I took in short breaths as my heartbeat paced up.

"I'm even more particular in not losing my control and I would hate to see you do that," His other hand touched my cheek and traced his finger along my chin. I stopped breathing.

"So you're never getting that drunk again, understand?" He spoke in a dangerously low voice out of nowhere and I was a bit taken aback to do anything.

He withdrew his hand and started walking to the door.

I released a breath and watched his retreating figure.

"You made me do that," I snapped.

He stopped in his tracks and turned to me with a raised brow.

"Excuse me?"

"You stood me up," I accused him. "I was so mad at you that-"

"That you got yourself in trouble? You completely overreacted over a small dinner and there, you have another reason why I won't sleep with you," His last sentence made my jaw drop but I ignored his comment. I bit my lip in thought. He was right afterall. Guess I overreacted.

Also, it's not like I'm dying to sleep with him.

'Really?' My conscience seemed to have woken up from a long nap and I ignored it.

I looked up at him. "Why did you do that?"

I asked, getting a feeling of déjà vu from last night. I had asked him the same question. The kiss replayed in my mind once more and I gulped.

"I was in a meeting," He said dismissively.

I sipped my coffee and without looking up at him, nodded--not really wanting to ask why he didn't call or text.

He walked to the door and stopped again, as if debating something in his head. He gripped the door frame and I looked at him in confusion.

He turned to me again and opened his mouth to speak but shut it.

I raised a brow at him.

"To make it up to you...." He trailed off and my eyes grew big for a moment. Was he really doing what I thought he was?

"I would like to take you out to dinner tonight,"

A smile reached across my lips but I bit my lip to suppress it.

"Sure," I said casually and shrugged.

He thought for a while and nodded. "Same restaurant. 7 p.m."

"Okay,"

He left the room and I put my hands on my mouth to stifle the squeak that was about to escape my lips. Why I was so ecstatic about it, I had no idea.

I shook my head, smiling and got out of the bed. His shirt reached till my thighs as I took in a deep breath in his scent again. I should ask him about his cologne sometime.

I took a shower and changed into my own clothes. Alec had left for work as I waited for the evening.

It was 7 p.m. and I was propped up on the couch, watching TV in my pajamas.

I kept looking up at the clock as a smirk formed on my lips.

Finally, at 8:30 p.m. the front door of the cottage opened and out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Alec step inside.

I could feel his gaze on me.

"Now you know how I felt," I broke my gaze from the television and gave him a sarcastic smile.

He rolled his eyes. "I'm not even complaining,"

"Because you simply can't," I shrugged.

"Unlike you."

He started towards his room when I spoke again. "So tell me. Did you enjoy the pity glances the staff was throwing at you when you sat there all alone?"

He turned to me with a smirk. "What makes you think I was alone?"

I raised a brow at him. "What?"

"Fifteen minutes at the dinner and I realized what you were upto. What you don't know, Scarlet, is that any girl would die to have dinner with Alec Sinclair," He shrugged.

My jaw dropped.

That is one mortifying fail I hadn't anticipated.

My blood started boiling at the image of him finding someone else, while I was getting wasted in a club. His smirk deepened at my reaction and I got up to go into my room. I snapped the door shut, not missing his deep chuckle followed by it.

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