Funeral
1319 Words
Ines’s P.O.V
Slowly, my hands dropped by my side, dangling helplessly while his words kept resounding in my head. “Live with you?” I reiterated and in that moment my head began to spin.
Was it because of his words or was it because I was drunk?
I placed my hands on his chest, pulling him closer to me in a way that caused his eyes to almost bulge out. I drew an invisible line on his chest, raking my hands on his shoulder. “You are delusional!”
His eyes fluttered and slowly, he pushed me away from him. “Delusional? I am protecting you, Ines. You are living with me and that is that!”
My face wandered off to his eyes that pulled me so much that I almost drowned in them. His eyes were enchanting. Dashiell was mesmerizing!
I knew I was having these gibberish thoughts because of the effect of the alcohol and maybe I would regret it later but for now, I would move in the wave of the moment.
I closed the space between us, standing on my tippy toes in a way that caused Dashiell to toss his head to the back. “I……” My words trailed when my eyes fell on his lips.
At that very moment, I felt heat pool between my legs and my core ached.
What the heck was wrong with me?
I attempted to wrap my hands around Dashiell’s head but he caught my hands swiftly, his eyes darkening to pewter as he shot me a glare that was laced with confusion. “What are you doing?” His voice was hoarse and the absurd thing was that, it turned me on.
Without giving a care in the world, I took a handful of his shirt in a bid to draw him closer to me. “Mr Dashiell, do you have an idea about how dashing you are?”
He gaped at me in shock, his lips parting before it was smothered by a scoff.
“You are drunk!”
“Drunken in love for you”
Dashiell scoffed. “Get a grip of yourself, Ines, I am sure that by the time you wake up the next morning, you will regret this moment!”
“You are living with me Ines and if you are beginning to have silly thoughts about me, then I am sorry but you are mistaken! Whatever you are thinking about right now isn’t going to happen between us”
I folded my hands behind me, tilting my head to the side. “Like you kissing me?”
Dashiell shoved me aside, walking past me while sucking his teeth. “I am getting your things right now”
I slumped onto the couch, dropping my head into my palm while a groan left my lips as I felt a sharp pain in my head.
“You will surely regret flirting with Mr Dashiell Vanderbilt but for now, I would just sleep.”
***
I let out a disgruntled groan as my eyes fluttered open and I sat upright on the bed, leaning against the headboard while running my hands through my already disheveled hair.
“Owww” I yawned, dragging the white duvet over my chest and I was about to shut my eyes when my eyes flicked open in shock.
I swiveled my gaze around the whole place, my eyes widening in shock and my hands flew over my mouth in a bid to suppress that gasp that was about escaping my mouth.
My gaze landed on a portrait that was hung up on the wall. I had to rub my eyes to be sure that I was seeing right!
First of all, was I starting to see things?
Why was a portrait of Dashiell hung against the wall? Plus, why was I in this room? This wasn't my room!
Where was I and……
Wait for a second, these weren’t the clothes that I had worn after having that scary encounter with Lucas. Why was I dressed in a simple t-shirt?
Slowly the realization dawned on me that it was Dashiell’s perfume scent!
I gasped, jumping to my feet in fright, and out of the confusion that I was thrown in, I stumbled over the stool which caused me to fall face flat to the ground.
I winced in pain, groaning and cussing at the same time. Then, the banging headache!
Why was my headache this bad?
What happened last night? Why was I here?
The last thing I could remember was drinking myself into a stupor after everything that happened with Lucas.
“If I drank myself to a stupor, then why did I…..” My words trailed and my eyes almost bulged out of their sockets when the memories flashed through my head like a flood.
Memories of Dashiell being in my house last night and most importantly, the memories of me flirting with him.
I froze immediately as my hands flew over my mouth. “No, Ines! What did you do?” I cried.
All of a sudden, I froze and in that moment, time seemed to stand by as everything faded into the background.
A chill voice that caused me to shudder echoed through the room.
Slowly, I swung my head in his direction, my eyes meeting his sharp gaze as he sat on the Piano’s bench while holding a magazine.
I swallowed, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment and the only thing I wanted to do was to hide my face in shame.
“What…are….you doing here?” My voice shook.
He shot a glare at me, tossing the magazine. “Stop trying to act clueless, you flirt!”
“Flirt!” I repeated.
“Yes! However, I don’t entertain women who think that they could assault a man and go scot-free”
I shook my head in defense of myself. “I was out of my senses yesterday!”
“You were out of your senses?” He scoffed while I bobbed my head without hesitation.
He twirled the wine glass in his hands. “What should your punishment be? Should I sue you or……” His words trailed. “Or, I should make you pay cruelly!”
I fell on my knees instantly. “I swear, I didn’t mean to. Please forgive me”
He downed the glass of wine. “If you want me to forgive you, then you have to do everything that I say”
I nodded. “I would do everything that you say”
He smirked. “Strip!”
I said almost immediately. “Yes, I……” my words trailed off. “Strip?”
“You spineless swine” I cussed at him inside of me. He was trying to take advantage of me because I was in a vulnerable position.
“Why would I strip?” I wrapped my hands around my chest protectively.
Dashiell stood up and with every step that he took towards me, my heart kept beating fast in my chest.
“What….what… are, are you doing…..” I stuttered.
Slowly, Dashiell crouched before me, stretching his hands towards me. “Was he about to take advantage of me because of what happened yesterday night?……”
I squeezed my eyes shut, ready for his fingertips to trail through his T-shirt.
However, I was taken aback when I felt his breath over my ear as he muttered in a conspiratorial whisper. “Stop getting your hopes high, you are not my type!”
My eyes flicked open, staring at me with nothing but confusion.
Then he grinned, clapping his hands and in that moment, the door swung open and a woman rolled in a trolley containing luxurious and exquisite dresses.
“Strip and glam my soon-to-be wife, Ines! Remember, the dress code should be the same that would be worn to a funeral.”
- Writer
