Love Drunk

You & Me Together Is Wrong

"Then what were you talking about?" Jacques countered, almost cajolingly, making Alex feel like she was some willful child.

"I'm saying you and me together is wrong. We're not supposed to be together at all," Alex announced and there was silence.

The smile faded from Jacques' face as those almond eyes scrutinized her, and she felt a pang in her chest. Why did it seem like she's regretful losing those smiles?

"I can't remember forcing you to come with me," he stated and she sighed.

Of course, she wasn't forced. She somewhat remembered herself coming along happily. Well, somewhat. Her memories from last night were still muddled— bits and pieces scattered everywhere.

"I know— and I'm not saying you did. We were both drunk last night. And— "

"Am I ugly?" Jacques cut her off and Alex gave him an incredulous look.

Was this guy dumb? Why would he be ugly? He could pass for a model for goodness' sake! He’s even hotter than her model EX. "No! In fact, you're very handsome," she answered honestly, unthinkingly.

"Am I not good enough? You didn't enjoy what we did last night?" the other asked in rapid-fire speed that her thoughts went off the track again.

Why was he asking her these questions?

"No, you're good— you're actually very good," she answered, as the image of her writhing in pleasure under the man as she scratched and bit him the night before came to her, that she went red with embarrassment and she quickly shook the thoughts away.

Oh no. Oh, dear. Those flashbacks were too much to handle, considering she's still buck naked in the same room with an equally buck-naked man.

"You're doing it again!" Alex almost screeched just as her stomach growled that the two of them stopped, with her totally embarrassed, and the man grinned.

"I believe we have food waiting…" he announced, and there was nothing she could do but follow him out the bathroom.

There was no point continuing the conversation at the moment anyway, with her brain cells missing. She needed a breather as well. With her steamy memories and those telltale marks on Jacques's body, Alex had to admit she needed to regroup so she could try and talk to the man properly again.

"Are all one-night stands like this?" she wondered as she snatched the blanket from the floor, and wrapped it around her body once more.

She wanted this day to be over so she could forget. Well, at least she'd try her best, she thought as she glanced at the handsome man. Even now, she doubted there would be something as "forgetting" that's going to happen.

Impossible.

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Seoul, South Korea

"You're alone?" An old man asked as a worried young executive entered his office. "Where's Kim?"

"Work. She has a commercial to shoot, she said," the young man, Charles answered. "Any news?" he inquired anxiously as he sat on the chair in front of the huge desk where the family lawyer sat.

He had come to this office as soon as he finished his work, knowing that the dreaded time was looming all over them. He'd never had such a nervous moment in his life until now. His stomach's all tied into knots making him unable to eat at all during the day.

This was one of those moments he envied Kim's air-headedness. Aside from a small inquiry about their older cousin, she did the routine and even went to her work without really looking worried.

Unlike the men in this room.

"Nothing," Attorney Choi, the aged lawyer who'd be executing the late President Cole's last will, answered ominously.

He had his elbows on the desk, his hands clasped in front of him as he waited in front of the fax machine and telephone.

Well, he'd been waiting for two days since Jacques Cole flew to the US, but alas, there was no news from the boy until now. He didn't like it— not one bit. The late Cole was his best friend, and he'd been dead set against Morgan Cole's decision to force his only son to wed in order to hold on to his inheritance. It was totally unfair— most especially since the boy, Jacques, was nothing less than a perfect son through and through.

Jacques Henry Cole didn't deserve this. But Attorney Choi was as helpless as the boy. Morgan had been adamant about that clause in his will. The lawyer was still in the middle of trying to change his friend's mind when Morgan boarded the airplane that took his life a few months ago— making the written will final.

There was no escape. Jacques had no choice but to follow his father's wishes.

Then again, several hours before the time limit, Jacques was still unwed. He had pushed the boy to go to Vegas and elope just to make it in time. It didn't matter if he just up and grabbed the first woman he saw and wed her. The lawyer would just help him get a divorce later to compensate for this injustice. The most important thing was for them to make it in time, but until now, there was still no news from him.

"Oh s**t. I hate this so fuckin' much," Charles muttered audibly as he stood up and paced.

Usually, the lawyer would reprimand the boy about his speech. He was after all this young man's and Jacques' mentor. But he was too wired up to care at the moment— not to mention he was itching to say the same thing.

Oh s**t. I hate this so f*****g much.

Hell, he would probably say it with more passion than the young man did, the lawyer thought, just as the fax machine came to life. The two of them scrambled to their feet, hovering over the machine as it printed the message.

His stomach tightening into a knot, his forehead beading with sweat, the two of them remained silent as they read the message, line after line as it printed, not caring that they had to read it upside down.

"Ho…" His mouth forming an O, he and Charles exchanged looks of disbelief as their minds processed the message— and when it was over, they had nothing to say but a chorus of "Oh God…"

"Yeah," Charles whispered in agreement as he scanned the fax once more. "Oh Dear God…"