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 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 after just two bottles, but you normally finish up to five bottles in a day without getting drunk."

"What?!" I gasped, laughing in his arms, and reminded myself to behave well—unaware that I had said it out loud.

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

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

"We are home already. It seems like you have had too much to drink. We are 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, "that you had booked a hotel for us to have our honeymoon."

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

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

"Yes," Jace said, taking off his clothes. "We had our reception there at the hotel. But you know that I am a titled man and a politician, which I told you about. So, I cannot camp there at the hotel as you wish. I value 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 touch of his hands on my feet as he gently removed my shoes and spoke to me softly.

"It's our wedding night, Clara. I know how much you've been looking forward to this night." Jace's excited voice filled my ears as he dropped my shoes aside.

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

Had they been intimate before? I didn't know, and I was somewhat nervous about it.

"Clara," Jace brought his face closer to mine, and I inhaled his earthy scent, which made me feel so relaxed and gave me the assurance that I was safe.

"What are you thinking about? Are you asleep? You don't have to fall asleep yet, as 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 it by myself," I said. 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 don't like wine, not to mention Champagne.

I had tested it before when I saw my twin sister using it as a water bottle on most celebration days. She popped open several bottles and drank them as if they were water, yet I couldn't withstand even 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, and he froze upon hearing my question.

"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 am not Clara, his real wife? *

"I don't know. I am just shy," I told him. Honestly, I haven't had s*x. I was too decent and waiting for the right time since I was mostly busy with my bakery shop. Though I kissed Martin Enzo and engaged in several foreplays with him, but we haven't had s*x—like actually doing the deed.

"Clara, I don't know why you're so anxious tonight. You have 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 am 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 asked, and I was speechless.

"No, Martin. I mean, Jace," I muttered.

Jace's face darkened with rage as he asked me, "Who is Martin? Are you cheating on me, Clara? Is that why you wanted to postpone the wedding—because you have another man?"

Jace moved away from me on the bed, sounding hurt. I immediately told him, "No, Jace. Please don't misunderstand me. I'm sorry—it was a slip of the tongue. You know I'm drunk."

Jace sighed and came to meet me. "Fine, just relax. Let me help you take your bath."

I remained silent as Jace helped me undress. Then, he lifted me from the bed and carried me to the bathroom to wash me.

"Jace," I called, intoxicated. He replied hoarsely, "Yes, my love."

"You can call me 'Hubby.' When will you start calling me by my name?" Jace asked as he rubbed the liquid soap and wet sponge over my unclad body.

"Huh," I said as water splashed on my head. My blue eyes subtly widened, and I looked at him in shock, seeing him wearing only his black shorts.

I quickly looked away, and Jace laughed, saying, "Honestly, Clara, you're confusing me with 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 was not the woman he wanted to marry.

"You surprised me today—first with your behavior, and second without your body."

"My body?" I asked nervously as he bathed my hands and looked at my face.

"Yeah, you seem a bit chubbier, and your breasts look bigger and fuller. Or are my eyes deceiving me? I can't wait to suck on them," Jace said. I looked away from him, my face flushing.

Jace helped me take my bath and switched on the shower to rinse off my body.

Once he finished bathing me, he carefully assisted me in getting out of the bathtub and said, "Wait for me on the bed. I cannot wait to r****h you tonight."