Substitute Bride; My Husband's Mistakes

Chapter 4

(Celine's POV)

After Jace and I had drunk the two bottles of champagne in the luxury car, we arrived at the hotel room.

I was already intoxicated and kept mumbling words that I didn’t understand.

Jace wasn’t drunk, so he carried me, and I heard him whisper in my ear, “This is so unlike you, babe. You got drunk just from two bottles, and you normally finish up to five bottles in a day without getting drunk.”

“What?!” I gasped in his arms, laughing, and reminded myself to behave well—not knowing that I had said it out loud.

“I have to be my sister, you know—trying to mimic her now that she’s not around. I miss her so much,” I said, and Jace looked at my face as he brought me into the hotel room that he wanted us to use for our honeymoon.

“Why not take me home?” I asked him, and he smiled.

“We are home already. Seems like you’re drunk too much. We’re in our house—my room, which is now our bedroom.” Jace gently placed me on the bed, and I thought he was taking me to a hotel for our honeymoon.

“I thought,” I hiccupped, “I thought you were taking me to a hotel for us to have our honeymoon.”

I lay on the bed as I was too dizzy to sit up.

Jace rose and stripped off his shirt as I tried to act sober and not drunk.

“Yes,” he said, taking off his clothes. “We had our reception there at the Enzo's Hotel. But you know that I’m a titled man and a politician, which I told you about. So I can’t camp there as you wish. I love to have my privacy, and that’s why I brought you home.” Jace sat on the bed and helped me take off my shoes.

I could feel the soft touches of his hands on my feet as he gently removed my shoes, and he spoke to me softly.

“It’s our wedding night, Clara. I know how much you’ve desired for this night to arrive.” Jace’s excited voice filled my ears as he set my shoes aside.

Seriously, I had no idea what my twin sister and her fiancé had done.

Had they been intimate before? I couldn't remember, and I was kind of nervous about it.

“Clara,” Jace said, bringing his face closer to mine. I inhaled his earthy scent, which made me feel so relaxed and gave me assurance that I was safe.

“What are you thinking about? Are you asleep? You don’t have to fall asleep yet—the night is just getting started. Wait, let me prepare your bath and help you out of this wedding dress.” Jace rose from the bed, and I was so nervous.

*Help me out of my wedding dress?* I pondered as it dawned on me what might happen next.

"Wait! I can do so by myself." I tried to sit up, but my intoxicated self rolled away on the bed like a leaf that had lost its value. I couldn’t even sit, and I blamed myself for drinking so much alcohol when I could have told Jace that I didn’t like wine, not to mention champagne.

I had tasted it before when I saw my twin sister using it like a bottle of water on most celebration days.

Clara popped several bottles of champagnes and drank them like water, and yet I couldn’t withstand two glasses.

“There you are,” Jace’s voice reached me, and I felt his hand move to my back to strip off my wedding dress.

“Jace, can we not have s*x tonight?” I asked him, and he froze as he heard my inquiry.

“Why? But you’ve always wanted us to have s*x. Why not tonight?” Jace sounded so disappointed, and I swallowed hard.

*Should I tell him that I wasn’t Clara, his real fiancée?*

“I don’t know. I’m just shy,” I told him. And honestly, I hadn’t had s*x either. I was too decent and had been waiting for the right time, as I was mostly busy with my bakery shop. Martin Enzo and I had kissed and engaged in several foreplays, but we hadn’t had s*x—not the real thing.

“Clara, I don’t know why you’re so anxious tonight. You’ve always wanted me to sleep with you, and now that it’s the right time for us to do it, you want us to take a break. Well, no, because we have to make babies, and I’m not getting any younger. It wouldn’t affect your modeling career, okay? And since Celine, your twin sister, has traveled to help you, don’t you think now is the right time for you and me to have a baby?” Jace kissed my lips as he queried me, and I was speechless.

“No, Martin—I mean, Jace . . .”

Jace’s face darkened in rage, and he asked me, “Who is Martin? Are you cheating on me, Clara? Is that why you wanted us to postpone the wedding—because you have another man?”

Jace moved away from me on the bed, sounding hurt, and I immediately told him, “No, Jace. Please, don’t get me wrong. I’m sorry. It was a slip of the tongue. You know I’m drunk.”

Jace sighed and came back to meet me. “Fine. Just relax—let me help you have your bath.”

I was silent, watching as Jace helped me undress. Then he picked me up from the bed and took me to the bathroom to wash me up.

“Jace,” I said, intoxicated and calling his name. He replied hoarsely, “Yes, my love.”

“You can call me honey. When did you start calling me by my name?” Jace asked as he rubbed the wet soap and sponge over my unclad body.

“Huh.” As I felt the water splash on my head, my blue eyes subtly widened, and I looked at him in shock, seeing him in only his black shorts.

I swiftly looked away, and Jace laughed and said, “Honestly, Clara, you’re getting me confused by your behavior. Haven’t you seen me nàked several times? Why are you acting so shy?”

“Oh no.” I knew that Jace would find out once he discovered that I wasn’t the woman he had wanted to marry.

“You got me surprised today. First, with your behavior. Second, with your body.”

“My body?” I asked him nervously as he bathed my arms and looked at my face.

“Yeah. You seem more chubby, and your brẹasts look bigger and fuller. Or are my eyes deceiving me? I cannot wait to suck on them.” Jace said, and I looked away from him as my face flushed.

Jace helped me have my bath and switched on the shower to rinse off my body. Once he was done bathing me, he carefully assisted me in getting out of the bathtub and whispered, “Wait for me on the bed. I cannot wait to r****h you tonight.”