Chapter 23
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♣ Fila Steel ♣
“It's alright, I'll take him from here.” I told the guards who'd brought Mr Smith from the bar to his room door.
My hands moved to wrap around his waist, as his landed on my shoulders for support once the guards left him.
They went back in the elevator, so I was left alone with a man twice my size.
Drawing in a deep breath, I tried ignoring how heavy he was on my small body as I slowly moved him with me.
Seriously, when he'd said he wanted to drink, I didn't even expect him to actually get drunk.
It was obvious the anonymous rival situation annoyed him a lot, but had he seriously forgotten that getting drunk wasn't going to solve half the case.
I always admired his determination.
The fact he found a solution to every problem was a trait I loved in him.
So now, he shouldn't start acting all vulnerable.
Without even being aware how, I was able to pull us both to his door, my breath leaving my body at his weight.
Geez, this man probably weighed a hundred rocks. Or I weighed a piece of paper.
I could retrieve his card from his pocket (I was sure he wouldn't mind), but I wasn't sure how Mrs Smith would react to that.
With much effort, I lifted my hand, giving the door a not-so-soft knock, because, damn this man was heavy.
After about a minute of no answer, I gave it a louder one, wishing really much that she'd open the door.
When it seemed like she wouldn't, I wanted to retrieve the card from his pocket, but then the door opened, revealing Mrs Smith in a blue nightgown.
Her hair was packed to the back and she wore bunny slippers.
She stared from Mr Smith to me, a frown immediately appearing on her face. “What happened?”
“He—” I couldn't talk well with his weight but managed a, “please he-help me get him in.”
She huffed, walking to his other side, and together, we pulled him into his room where we threw him on the bed.
“You can take your leave, Fila.” She snapped, placing both hands on her hips.
I gave her a small bow before leaving their hotel room, closing the door as I reached for my card which I inserted in the hole of my room door and entered once it had opened.
There was no one that needed to tell me that she was jealous of me and obviously thought I wanted to take Mr Smith from her.
He was attractive, yes, but one thing she didn't know was that my heart had stopped beating for men.
After Eilt, my (sadly deceased) husband, I locked my heart to loving anyone that wasn't my two sons.
The only ones I could actually care about.
Because they were all the world had left in my hands.
Two boys that would grow up to be men and my teachings would be what determines how they grow up.
Like they knew I was thinking about them, my phone began vibrating from the pocket of my pants and when I retrieved it, I wasn't surprised to see Eilt’s mother, Kim's name popping.
I answered the video call. “Hey Kim, how're the kid's doing?”
“They're asleep though they obviously miss their mom and are bored of seeing their grandma every day.”
Kim was the best mother-in-law one could ask for. I had no other family than Eilt and my children, just like her.
And so when he died, it devastated us both, but we both got through it together.
She always helped me take care of the boys whenever I was not around as she said they were the last pieces of her son left on earth.
And believe me when I loved her kindness and love towards me.
What would I have done if I seriously didn't have her.
“Must you go on these trips every time? Can't you tell your boss you don't want to go anymore?” She asked, her tone laced with worry.
“I'm alright,” I assured her, “and perhaps, I'm doing this for the boys’ future. So they won't ever lack financially.”
“But how about their present? They're lacking the motherly love they need as children.”
All I could do was sigh. “Do you think you can call again when the kids are awake so I can talk to them?”
“Yeah, alright.”
♣ Marie Smith ♣
I closed the door, heading back to Henry's room as he just laid on the bed.
“Stupid.” I huffed, heading to him so I sat on the bed beside him. “What on earth were you doing getting drunk with Fila? Huh?”
In annoyance, I gave his hand a hard smack, earning a groan from him.
Surprisingly, his hand snatched mine, but before I could yank it off his grip, his eye lids separated.
“Marie?” His slurred speech asking, pulling me so I was laying beside him.
That wasn't expected, and my heart raced a little faster.
Especially when our gaze locked.
“The testimony is gone.” He whispered, his breath reeking of alcohol, but that was not what I cared about at the moment.
Why had my breath seized and what was happening to my heart rate?
And what on earth was he saying about testimony? Was he talking about a church testimony or what?
I didn't know a thing about churches or testimonies. I could ask Caley.
“You're drunk.” I managed to say, about to pull apart when his hand landed on my cheeks, pulling me back to the bed.
Oh my, Marie. Pull yourself together and don't forget this dude is drunk.
But how could I think about that, when such a handsome figure was trailing his hand into my hair, leaning closer just to do the most unexpected thing in the world.
He was kissing me.
Wait, he was kissing me?!
What the—
But when his tongue slid into my mouth, all form of thinking vanished and I found myself returning the kiss, and not caring how he tasted of alcohol.
Our tongues moved rhythmically with one another, as his explored mine in a way that sent snakes of desires down my spine, making me crave more.
My hand found its way to his chest as I pulled myself upwards with closed eyes (not sure when that happened), straddling over him.
When his second hand moved to cup my butt, a gush of wetness rushed down me, only fueling my desires.
Oh, I wanted this.
Our breaths mixed and the kiss got deeper as my hands moved to start unbuttoning his shirt.
I wasn't sure what happened, but it felt like something snapped in his head, because he suddenly stopped kidding, dropping his hand from my hair and butt to reach for my hand yo stop it mid-unbuttoning.
As it seemed like he wanted to sit up, I got off him, watching his frown and him sitting up.
“Get out!” He ordered in the most stern tone I'd heard from him.
“Huh?” I was dumbfounded.
He turned to me, his brows furrowing deeper, “I said, Get out!”
The tone startled a yelp out of me, as I quickly jumped out of bed, running out of his room to mine, whose door I quickly slammed shut, pressing my back against it.
What just happened?
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