Chapter 8
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He broke the gaze, turning to the crowd with an arm laid firmly on my waist. “Please, I don't want to ruin this event with any drama, continue the celebration.”
It seemed to take a few seconds before everyone went back to whatever they'd been doing.
My body stilled in shock, but that lessened when I noticed Nora's flushed expression.
“I-I apologize.” She scuttled away, not stealing us another glance.
Henry's grip released as he took a seat on a chair, while I stood for a few seconds, extremely stunned.
What on earth just happened?
Finally, my feet managed to move, then I took the seat beside him, still extremely shocked.
Henry had kissed me? What?!
It all felt so unreal. So weird.
And how did I feel?
Oh, it annoyed me to the core to think that he considered me cheap enough to be kissed.
It was obvious he hadn't kissed me because of any feelings whatsoever.
Especially with how he was chatting with a man like nothing had happened.
I could assume he'd forgotten about my presence.
Seriously?!
My blood boiled.
Not only at the fact he'd kissed me, but because I stupidly kissed back.
Like the moron I was.
What would he think of me? I was some cheap s**t he could kiss whenever he wanted and she'd stupidly heed like a dummy.
Maybe he saw me to be someone he could use and dump anytime. Someone who'd willingly let herself go.
That made me almost snort in annoyance.
Whoever the i***t was that threw this party was now among my hate list.
If he hadn't done it, there wouldn't be need for an unnecessary meeting with Nora, and no one would be getting kissed.
The only thing that'd calm me a little is if I could go home.
What I would trade to leave this annoying place back to Henry's own (that no longer felt too boring anymore).
But Henry seemed too engrossed in whatever he was talking about, and nothing close to a man who planned on leaving the party anytime soon.
So I waited…
Thirty minutes, with frustration and exasperation flowing through me with every second I was forced to think about nothing but the kiss.
The effect it had had on me.
Gosh.
I couldn't hold back the huff that escaped my lips.
At least it seemed to have drawn Henry's attention from whoever he was still chatting with.
“Do you want us to head back home?” He asked, staring at me like he was trying to note why I wasn't in a good mood.
Finally, he asked, “what's wrong?”
Did he just ask that? Had he seriously forgotten the fact he literally kissed me about thirty minutes ago?
Oh this jerk was going to make me punch that gut of his.
But this wasn't the right time or place to do that (not that I'd dare do such to someone like him).
Still, that didn't mean I couldn't give him a piece of my mind when we got to his car.
At least now, I managed a nod. “Yes, let's head back home.”
It wasn't like there was anything else I was doing in this boring and extremely frustrating dinner party.
We'd had our dinner, he'd chatted with tons of people I assumed to be his friends. Some couples had danced when the song had changed to something more romantic.
Nothing else to do.
His expression seemed hesitant, like he was going to say something, but nodded instead.
“Let's go then.”
We both stood up, moving through the crowd towards the door.
Thank goodness we could get out of this annoying place.
Never would I follow him to anywhere ever.
Especially not to a crowded place.
This day had been enough to pay for a year's worth of brain stress through thinking.
I couldn't imagine spending a single extra second here.
But just before we got out, a man headed towards us, automatically halting our movement when he stopped at a comfortable gap.
“Are you heading home already Mr Smith?” The man looked around Henry's age, but not as handsome (though he was really handsome).
He had long black hair that'd been packed to the back, with bright green contact lenses on that suited the round face of his.
Henry nodded, “thanks for inviting us Mr Dill.”
Oh so this was the culprit responsible for throwing a party that ended with a kiss.
Nope, I didn't like him.
“You must be Mrs Smith.” He turned to me, a charming smile on as he stretched his hand, “I'm Hames Dill.”
I accepted the handshake, but didn't return his smile. “Nice to meet you Mr Dill, I'm Marie Smith.”
He dropped his hand, turning back to Henry. “You can't leave yet, Mr Jones hasn't arrived and I know he'd love to meet with you.”
My brows furrowed.
I knew I wouldn't like this Dill guy. Yep, my mind was always right in the people it placed in certain lists.
Now he was trying to make us stay in his party longer than we should all because of some stupid Jones who was obviously late.
Henry turned to me, and for a moment, I thought I noticed his questioning expression.
Like my opinion actually mattered.
I shook my head a little so Hames wouldn't notice my total objection to him waiting a second more.
“You head home and I'll come meet you later.” He finally said, then turned back to Hames, “why don't we go to the…”
And just like that, the two of them walked away without even a backwards glance.
He just left without even getting my opinion on it as to whether I wanted to leave without him or not.
Of course, why would I even think he'd care about my opinion.
Still, I didn't want to leave without him. I needed to ask him about the kiss and why he'd do that.
But he wasn't going to be following me back home.
***
Henry still hadn't come home though the clock read eleven in the night.
Seriously. What the heck did he always do there that took his time.
I took to pacing back and forth in the parlor like that'd make him hurry wherever he was.
But of course, it didn't seem to be working (which also didn't make me stop).
This all felt weird, because just a few days ago, I wouldn't even be talking to him.
And today… We not only kissed, but I'm here waiting for his arrival.
Seriously?
My eyes started betraying me, dropping sleepily.
No Marie, if you sleep, you'll have a dream about the kiss. Don't do it girl.
I shook my head, then continued my pacing.
But there was no doubt the fatigue in my leg. It warned me it was time to take a break.
So I fell on the couch, annoyed again at the kiss.
Why would he do that? The only time we'd kissed was our wedding, and I'd only allowed that because I was still in love with him.
But now… now, I didn't want to even spend a day after the one year he's proposed.
And here I was, head leaned against a couch as I waited for his arrival like a normal wife would.
Which, if you must know, I wasn't.
When I planned on checking the time again on my waist watch I'd worn after changing to my pajamas, my gaze caught sight of the diamond ring.
I'd been so excited when he'd given it to me because I'd thought my dream had come to pass.
Him taking my hand in his and placing the ring in my ring finger had felt like the best thing to ever happen to me.
Now that I thought of it, I was so stupid to have just gotten married to him as soon as he asked.
Caley was right then. I knew nothing about him, yet stupidly said yes the first time he actually talked to me.
I'd been so excited to be talking to an actual celebrity that my brain had gone totally blank on what was right and wrong.
Which was why I'd ended up putting myself in a devil's…
Kiss the devil…
Handsome Henry's hands on my butt…
Kiss me lovey lovey…
But I don't love you back hon…
I only got married because you're cheap…
The cow that was killed at our wedding is more expensive than you are, Marie…
I only got married to you because I wanted to know how it'd feel marrying my fan…
And I only kissed you because I've been feeling like kissing someone…
My eyes jerked open.
A startled squeak left me when I sighted Henry right in front of me, staring down at me like I was crazy.
Maybe I was because what on earth was that dream.
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