Chapter 25: Naked.

The Next Day.

Dua woke up, all wrapped up in Steven's embrace which was surprised her. According to her plan, she wasn't expecting him to spend the night in the bedroom, and definitely not with her in his embrace. She pulled down the blanket covering her body and her eyes widened to see her body naked. "Why am I naked in bed with him?" She sprang up, causing Steven to wake up.

"You never stay quiet," he sighed.

He got out of bed leaving Dua mouth opened as she saw him naked. "Why are you naked too?"

He turned and raised a brow at her and che closed her eyes instantly. "What's the meaning of what you're doing?" Steven asked.

"Find something to cover up yourself first." Dua replied, her eyes closed tightly.

Steven looked at her, unable to fathom what was wrong with her.

"Have you covered up?" She asked but he didn't reply.

"I'm opening my eyes," she warned and when there was still no response, she opened her eyes.

"What is the matter with you?!" She yelled, closing her eyes again. Steven was still naked.

Steven frustratingly went to get his towel and tied it around his waist. "Now will you stop the drama?" He said and she opened her eyes.

"Why are we both naked in bed? I hope it's not what I think it is," she tried hard not to believe what her head was telling her.

"Yeah, it is what you think it is," he replied with a focused gaze on her and she screamed loudly.

Steven gave a weird look and went into the bathroom.

"No, stupid Dua. The plan was seduce him and get him mad not be seduced by him and have sex with him," she scolded herself while pulling at her hair.

"Oh, what do I do? I just carelessly gave my virginity to who's not really my husband. He's not meant to be my husband, he's Diane's husband," she ruffled her hair. "Diane, get the fuck out of wherever you're hiding, you've ruined my life."

While Dua did her internal monologue, Steven came out already dressed up. He strode to the table and picked up the hair dryer to dry his hair. He looked at Dua who was still locked up in her own world and wondered if she was just acting or really didn't know about last night. He didn't want to touch her, but she was too alluring for him to resist.

"Could you please face the wall so I can go to the bathroom?" She spoke, sounding helpless. But he didn't move, only raising an eyebrow at her.

"Please," she pleaded and as he was about to speak she hiccupped.

Dua tried to compress the urge to throw up that she had been feeling, but now she could no longer hold it in. She wrapped the blanket around herself quickly and rushed to the bathroom, throwing up heavily.

Steven shook his head, finally realizing that she was actually drunk the previous night and was acting under the influence of alcohol.

By the time she was out of the bathroom, Steven was out of the bedroom. She sighed in relief and laid weakly in bed with a splitting headache banging her head.

As Steven set the dinning table for breakfast, Shane walked into the kitchen. "You weren't in your study last night, I hope you both didn't have a fight again," he said, sitting at the table.

"Good morning, bro." Steven replied.

Shane shook his head and began to eat, but Steven didn't eat. He went back to the center table of the kitchen and started preparing who knows what.

After about half an hour without Dua in the kitchen, Shane asked, "where's your wife?"

Steven walked to him with a tray filled with a few things and handed it over to him. "Can you give this to her?" Steven asked.

"Why?" Shane asked.

"She'll take it from you without hesitation than from me." Steven replied.

Seeing a pain relief pill on the tray, Shane asked, "is she unwell?"

"Sort of." Steven replied and left the kitchen.

Shane shook his head and smiled, "I hope he stays this way to her and even improve than this." He stood up and carried the tray to Steven's bedroom.

Reaching the door, he knocked and Dua's low voice rang out from the inside, "come in."

He opened the door and went in to meet Dua just sitting up. "Good morning," she greeted him.

"Good morning. You missed breakfast," he smiled at her as he dropped the tray in front of her.

"Thank you," she smiled at him.

"You should thank your husband. I'm just the delivery man." Shane said.

"Huh?" She couldn't believe it.

"Yup, even I am surprised." Shane chuckled.

Dua scoffed, "why's he being nice all of a sudden?"

"He's a good person, you just need to understand him. You both need to understand each other." Shane replied.

"I've understood him enough to know he's not." Dua argued.

"He is, one day you'll know." Shane smiled at her.

She was about thinking of what Shane said, but then she shook it off and focused on what was in front of her. She uncovered the plates, revealing her breakfast and a plate of steaming soup that looked strange to her.

Seeing the strange look on her face, Shane explained to her, "that's hangover soup. It's to help you get sober after being drunk."

"Oh," she replied. She didn't know about all this since it was her first time being drunk.

Her eyes moved to the pill and Shane explained again, "he guessed you might have a headache or pains."

Unconsciously, her lips curled up to a smile as she dug into her breakfast.

"If they're beginning to fall in love, God, please, let it work." Shane made a silent prayer in his heart.

Meanwhile in Steven's study, Steven's mind was occupied with thoughts. The blood on the sheets kept marvelling him. "She's a virgin...but how?" He thought.

Although he never had sex with Diane, he was aware of her ways and knew she wasn't a virgin. So realizing the woman he had sex with was a virgin puzzled him.

Because of this, he began to view Dua in a different light. Slowly being convinced that perhaps she was probably someone else as she said and not Diane as they all think.