Chapter 2 The Drunk Nalzen
Chapter 2
Bird's Eye Club
Nalzen
After the failed meeting with my supposed-to-be husband for rent, I called Nica, feeling rejected and humiliated.
I couldn't believe Aaron had turned me down.
"Why didn't you tell Arthur about the wedding?" I asked Nica, still reeling from the encounter.
She apologized, explaining that she thought it was just a matter of paying the "rented boys" and being free to do as I pleased.
I scoffed, feeling annoyed and tipsy.
"But this man is infuriating! Pretending to be decent and innocent."
Nica reassured me that everything was fine, that Aaron had just acted impulsively.
But I wasn't convinced. I pushed the thoughts aside and decided to enjoy the night, hitting the dance floor with a vengeance.
"Come on, Nica, let's dance!" I shouted, but she just laughed and declined.
I danced alone, feeling the music and the admiring gazes of the boys. I reveled in the attention, determined to shake off the frustration and humiliation.
Little did I know, my night was about to take an unexpected turn.
I raised my hand, beckoning the boys to join me on the dance floor.
They were just "boys for rent," after all, and this was the perfect way to have fun.
Unlike my fake husband, who seemed so uptight and arrogant.
Just then, I saw him approaching, a sly smile spreading across his face.
"So, this is what my soon-to-be wife always does," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Flirting with the boys during her free time."
I shot back, my anger and tipsiness getting the better of me.
"Yeah, so what? You're free to do whatever you like. We're just characters in a plot, right?" I smiled sweetly, but my tone was laced with venom.
Before I knew it, he swept me onto his back, carrying me effortlessly.
"I'd like to play the role of a husband now!" he declared, his voice low and husky.
I felt a rush of excitement mixed with annoyance, unsure of what to make of his sudden change in behavior.
I struggled to free myself, but Aaron's grip was firm.
"What are you doing? Put me down!" I demanded, trying to squirm out of his grasp.
But he was too strong, and I reluctantly let him have his way.
Nica was laughing at the table, clearly entertained by the spectacle.
I shot her a look, but she just smiled and didn't intervene.
Aaron asked her, "You are Nalzen's friend?" as he sat down with me still on his lap.
The position was awkward, but Aaron's hold on me was possessive.
He introduced himself as my "rented husband" and asked Nica if he could take me home, claiming he would be moving into my house tonight.
I was taken aback by his sudden decision.
"Are you serious?" I asked, but he just smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement.
Aaron's wink sent a flutter through my chest, and I couldn't help but wonder what was behind his sudden change in behavior.
Nica seemed to notice it too, her tone laced with sarcasm as she said, "Sure, you can take her home. Arthur said you're the perfect person for this job. And he is right. You got the looks!"
Aaron's response was confident, almost proud.
"Yeah, this is our job. We have high maintenance, especially when it comes to our looks." He gestured to the other employees, his tone dripping with self-assurance.
Nica's smile seemed forced, and I couldn't shake the feeling that she didn't quite buy Aaron's act.
But she handed him the car keys nonetheless, winking at me as she said, "Call me tomorrow."
As we left, Aaron asked if he could take me home, his arm wrapped possessively around my waist.
I felt awkward, unsure of how to react.
"Let's go," he said, and I hesitated, wondering if he'd carry me again.
"Wait, just put me down. I can walk on my own," I said, feeling a bit self-conscious.
But Aaron just looked at me, his expression unreadable.
"Are you certain?" Aaron's voice was gentle, a stark contrast to his earlier teasing.
I tried to stand up, but my legs wobbled beneath me. I couldn't walk, and it was mortifying.
Maybe I should have eaten dinner and not drunk so much.
Before I knew it, Aaron scooped me up again, cradling me in his arms.
I felt a bit self-conscious about my weight, but he seemed to handle me with ease.
As we drove home, he drove slowly and carefully, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.
The motion of the car and the hum of the engine lulled me into a drowsy state, and before long, I fell asleep, completely unaware of what lay ahead.
But I dreamed...
I murmured in my sleep.
"I'm hungry, Nathan, what did you cook?"
I smiled happily.
"I miss you, Nathan," I whispered and kissed him.
The kiss is mine blowing!
But-
"Nalzen," I heard a voice.
But it's not Nathan!
Who is he?
I slowly open my eyes...
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