Four: A Night With Him

It was already past 8 pm, yet the lights coming through my windows were brilliant, the city was incredibly amazing, buildings were filled with rainbow lights, which made the whole street beautiful and bright.

Later on, my mother called. Heart pounding, I stared at my phone.

"Should I answer her?" I thought, biting my lower lips in nervousness. After deciding to answer my mom's call, I drew out a long deep breath, looked at the stand-mirror, and smiled.

"Hi, mom," I answered the call and my mother's voice was extremely cheerful.

"Did you get there safe?" she asked.

"Yes, mom," I plainly answered and I heard her giggle from the other side of the line.

"What's that for?" I asked and she chuckled. I could imagine my mother's face, I'm sure she has twinkling stars in her eyes and a wide smile on her face.

"Well, I couldn't believe that you are finally married, and good luck tonight, you should prepare..." I knew already what was inside my mother's mind so I cut her off immediately.

I shrugged, "Mom, stop it. It won't be going to happen," I whispered, and I heard her sigh, even if he's here, it won't happen.

"Well, yeah, I know, honey. Liam won't let you pregnant. He's a nice person. He even didn't announce that you were married not until you finished your studies. But you can use protection, honey," she whispered followed by an awkward giggle. What the hell!

"Mom!" I exclaimed.

"Haha, just kidding. Just enjoy there," she said

If she only knew. She was actually right. Liam was a nice person, but that was only before. He was a completely different person to me.

"Yeah, mom, I know," I said.

"Okay, honey. Is Liam with you right now? Can we talk?" she said and I got disturbed by her question.

"Hmm, mom maybe you can talk to him next time," I answered.

"Just want to at least talk to him," she insisted.

I swallowed and calmed down, "Mom, Liam is in the bathroom right now. Don't worry, I'll tell him that you called," I lied and I was in relief when she believed in what I said.

"Okay, honey, goodbye. See you soon," her voice was extremely happy, I sighed and said goodbye.

The moment I hang up the call. My tears streamed down my cheeks. I threw my body on my bed and cried. My mind could remember what Liam and Naila talked about a while ago.

"I'm wondering what are they doing right now? Are they together, are they kissing, or are they making out?" I kept thinking, I knew that it was awkward to think that they were maybe making out, but they're not like my age, they're adults.

Thinking about the possibilities couldn't stop me from crying.

I knew that my husband was cheating on me, but I couldn't do anything.

I looked at my side and imagined that he was here.

I smiled when my fantasy was becoming like too good to be true. I was imagining that my husband was laying next to me, looking straight into my eyes, smiling and whispering I love you, but then it suddenly changed into Naila's face.

"Keep dreaming, bitch. He's mine!" she said and I stood up immediately. What did Naila come out of my mind? I closed my eyes and forgot about them.

I went to my bathroom and washed my face. After that, I wore my sexy fitted red dress and looked at my reflection in the mirror.

My brown eyes stared at my whole body, and I chuckled.

"No matter how much you dress beautifully if he won't love you, he will always finds you ugly," I frowned and went out of my room.

I went to a bar and got drunk. I know that I was young to be in here, but what else could I do? I couldn't get rid of him off my mind. Alcohol wasn't my interest but it was the best thing I've got at the moment.

Hours ran too fast, I didn't know how many bottles did I drunk. I was exhausted and my visions were not proper anymore. Things around me began to veer around.

"Hahaha, why are you guys circling?" I laughed out loud as I kept staring at them. And then a man suddenly held my hands.

"Don't touch me," I exclaimed and pushed his hands.

"Ma'am, you're already drunk," he said and I tried to familiarize his face but I couldn't recognize him. His face was blurry and all I could see was his black color shirt. He was tall and big.

"Yeah, so what if I'm drunk?" I exclaimed and I heard him chuckle.

"The heck. I'm a bouncer here, let me help you grab a cab and go home ma'am," he said and tried to hold me again but I stopped him immediately.

"Yeah, I know... I know. But I can walk home alone," I laughed and I got my purse and left my stool but then my feet weakened and I fell on the ground.

"Are you okay?" he said and helped me stand up.

"Yeah, I'm alright. Thank you," I laughed. I couldn't believe that this was the feeling of getting drunk.

"Ma'am, you need to go home, it's not safe to be here in your situation," he said. And I looked held his face and let my head move closer to him. I wanted to recognize his face but it was still not clear.

"What are you doing?" he asked and I stood up straight and smiled as I hissed.

"Shhh... I just wanted to look at your face because you are a nice guy just like my husband before," I chuckled and then he sighed.

"You better..." His words were gone and the next thing I remembered was I fell on the ground and I saw a man fall on the ground as well.

"What are you doing to her?" A man shouted.

The man in black stood up and said, "I was just telling her to get home because she was drunk and she might get in trouble," he explained, and then the man in blue helped me up.

"Is he telling the truth?" He asked me and I sharpened my eyes at him but I also couldn't recognize him. Bad alcohol!

"I'm asking you, is he telling the truth?" he repeated and I nodded my head, still trying to recognize him.

"Who are you?" The man in black asked.

"I'm Liam, her husband," he said and I was surprised when he told him who he was.

"Is that true?" The man in black asked me and I was speechless.

"Liam?" I thought.

"Ma'am, I want to make sure you are in good hands, is he your husband?" he asked and my tears just went out.

I sniffled and said, "Yes, he's my husband," I answered and the man apologized to Liam.

We were right in front of my door and Liam was still holding my waist, keeping me in balance. I was still speechless because I never thought that he would go here after me.

"You came," I whispered as we went inside and held his neck. I was weeping in happiness.

"You came for me, right?" I asked.

"You should rest," he just said. I know I couldn't see his face clearly but I could imagine his face when he said those words. And I knew that it was cold, so my tears came out again, but this time, in too much sadness.

"Please, go to your room and sleep," he said and unclasped my hands around his neck and turned his back around me. My heart collapsed and I just want to let him go but then I didn't know what came to me, I followed him before he could open the door and hugged him from the back.

"Please, don't leave," I whispered, then hugged him tighter, feeling the warmth of his body. He then faced me.

"Please," I cried, and then I could feel his hands wiping my tears, and it made me cry even more. His hands were warm.

"I thought you would never come," I said, struggling to breathe, and hugged him again.

"Please, don't leave me, Liam. I know that I will never be like Naila, but I will try to be the best wife that..."

My heart raced excessively fast and I couldn't continue my utterances when he suddenly kissed me on the lips.

I was shocked, frozen... so I pushed him, "What are you doing?" I said but he just held my hands, never letting them go, pulled me against his chest, and kissed me again.

I didn't know why was he kissing me. He was supposed to be with Naila tonight. I know I wanted him to be here, but these were all so odd...

"My husband hates me, but now he is kissing me?" I thought.

"Did he and Naila fight?" Tears came out of my eyes as I thought that he might be upset with Naila and came here. And this kiss was only part of his disappointment with Naila, he maybe kissing me to forget her, but hell! Was doing something like this would change nor made him forget the fact that they're fighting or whatever.

I sighed, trembling as I was trying to remove my hands, struggling to step away, but he gripped them tighter and just continuously kissed me.

"Liam, you know that I won't stop you if you kept kissing me right?" I thought and closed my eyes, feeling his kisses.

I wanted to stop but I felt that my tears were not because of pain anymore... but because of joy. I'm happy that he was here with me tonight.

"Am I dreaming?" I whispered and before I realized I said it loudly, he stopped kissing me, looked me in the eyes and I heard him chuckle.

"You're not," he whispered and then kissed me again and this time I just let him kiss me. It was my first time kissing someone like this, and I couldn't believe that Liam would be my first and last. My hands voluntarily moved around his neck. And I could see him smiling as I felt his arms go around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I felt nervous when my body reached his, my heart was ticking too fast, I couldn't hear anything but the thumping of my heart, it was fast as a race car. But he was my husband so why would I feel nervous?

"Let's go," I heard him say and my body got numb, I felt shy when he suddenly carried me.

"What are you doing?" I asked and he just kept kissing me like he was hungry as he kept walking. Damn!

"Shhh, it's alright," he mumbled, his sweet soft voice was damn too hot that I could feel my body trembling.

I gulped but I felt more uneasy when we were already inside the room and then he lay me down slowly on the bed.

"Is he really going to do it?" I worried that he would blame himself tomorrow.

My heart kept pounding and I didn't know what to do. I never thought of this, I didn't know if I should resist him or what?

I couldn't think clearly, I wanted to stand up but half of me was opposing my mind.

"Why am I letting him?"

I didn't know what was the right thing to do, all I knew is that I love this guy, I love my husband so much.

"Liam, stop," I said and held his chest when he was about to remove his top. This is not what all I want, I know I love him, but I'm fine with kisses only, I'm fine being with him but not with this type of thing.

I glance at his blurry face, then he just chuckled and whispered to my ears, "I'm sorry," I didn't know if I heard it right but did he really say, "I'm sorry?"

"What?" I whispered. Yet he never responded.

I teared up. I know it was out of the context to say this but I still told him, "I love you, Liam," I whispered and he kissed me like we have never seen each other for a long time.

"Sorry, mom!"

Moment after...

He was topless that I could feel the warmth of his body. I kissed him back, his lips tasted like strawberry, I might be daydreaming but it was really tasted good.

His kiss was becoming intenser that I could barely catch my breath and the next thing I know, I just let him do what he wanted to do with me.