Chapter 43 Intuition
I wanted to cancel dinner with Ben. I wanted to just go home, take a shower and bury my head in the sand. But I figured I should ask him about the previous night because I'm just feeling off.
A feeling that has nothing to do with Miguel.
I do feel sick to my stomach just thinking that I slept with the both of them, but there's a feeling in the pit of my stomach that has nothing to do with the older brother.
I can't help but wonder what he will make of the engagement. Will he be angry? Disappointed? Would this be the time he comes forward and tells his family and mine that we've been fucking for the last few months?
Or will he accept my words that we are over? Would he let it be?
My life is going to be torture from here on out, because even though he is in the Navy, he does come home whenever he gets the chance. And even though he's not involved with his family, he doesn't stay there when he's in the city, he always attends family events.
I will have to face him them, and hope to God he doesn't bring up our dirty little secret.
I'm meeting Ben at an upscale Italian restaurant, and unlike the way I usually dress, I feel like being covered up and that's exactly what I do.
He's already there when I arrive, and he hastily gets off his phone call when I approach the table.
"Good evening beautiful." I stiffen when he pulls me into him and kisses me softly on the lips just like he always does.
This time just feels different.
I've always felt safe with him, but after last night, I can't shake the fucking feeling that I don't. And I'm getting married to the guy.
"How was your day?" He asks after I take a seat. He takes my hand with a smile and starts fidgeting with the engagement ring.
I frown down at the sight. "It was really bad, I felt really ill after last night."
"Oh?" His fingers on mine stops and he looks genuinely concerned. "I'll from what?"
A server stops at our table at that time with a charming smile and a bottle of wine. "Would you care for some wine?"
"Yes."
"No."
Ben frowns at my answer. "Are you sure? It pairs well with that pasta you like."
We've been to this restaurant before, and he's right, but there's no way I'm having a repeat of last night.
"Can I have some water, please?" I ask instead.
"Of course." The server proceeds to pour wine into Ben's glass before leaving our table.
"Did you feel sick at work?" He asks. "You did drink a little more than usual, but you were fine last night."
"Was I, though?" My hands go the spot where our hands are connected. "I can hardly remember how I got home."
"Well, let me refresh your memory." He leans over and bites my earlobe lightly. "You were all over me last night, and you made me cum so hard. It was the best engagement gift."
Discomfort settles in my gut again, the same feeling I've been carrying around the whole day.
I was definitely drunk last night, maybe I was all over him like he's suggesting, but I hate that I don't remember a thing.
I've never been one of those people who drank too much and didn't remember what happened the day after. I like having a drink, but not to the point where I was last night.
"My mother really wants to meet with you and your mother about wedding preparations." He continues, and I refrain from rolling my eyes.
I don't want to sit with Caroline at the same table and discuss flower arrangements. I'm sure the woman would have a problem with everything I suggest.
"We don't even have a date yet." I tell him.
"I want to get married as soon as possible." Benedict smiles that megawatt smile, one I'm sure will get him very successful in his career.
"There's no rush." I accept the water from the server and take a huge gulp for my dry throat. "Wedding planning takes time, and I want everything to be perfect."
The last part is definitely a lie. I don't give a fuck about table placements or the menu.
He gives me those puppy eyes that always makes me feel guilty whenever I don't want to do what he suggests.
"I thought you'd be more excited. " Hurt flashes in his blue eyes, once again making me feel like shit.
"What were you thinking? When did you want to get married?" I only ask out of curiosity, because I'm not getting married anytime soon.
"I thought maybe six months would be enought for the planning." His hurt face transforms back into his charming one. "I want to wake up to you every single day."
I smile, not saying anything back, because deep down I'm still not satisfied with his explanation about what transpired the night before.
And didn't my aunt always tell me to trust my intuition?