Six

CHAPTER 6

IRENE'S POV

I WAS stupid enough to do any of this but certainly not this.

The last time I had made a decision drunk was over four years ago and it had ended up with a scar deep in my heart nothing could get it off

Yet this man, something about him felt so alluring all I wanted that moment was to kiss him.

It was a war between the right and wrong.

A tug-of-war between temptation and common sense.

I could feel all the will of common Sense slip slowly out of me in my drunken state and just when I thought I would bury my lips into his and kiss him amidst the heavy rock and roll music my phone rang.

I stared down at my phone, then at the caller…rolling my eyes at both.

"Someone important?" He asked.

I could see the impatience in his eyes as well, he wanted to get over the kiss and as much as I would have loved to kiss him back that moment I couldn't.

In a way I felt James' eyes all over, he couldn't be here or he wouldn't be calling but still it felt kind of Weird.

"Yes." I answered his initial question. "My husband."

"You are married?" His eyes dropped to hands.

Seeing what he was trying to do, I slipped the ring out of my bags and wore it back.

It sat there convincingly glittering under the blue, purple light of the room.

"I am…I am sorry didn't know you were married."

He looked more shocked than worried,and I …drunk.

"You don't need to apologize." I said slurring my words. "I took it off in the first place."

The phone soon started ringing again and this time I was angered at the fact that he was calling.

The damned man was making the whole deal a living hell for me and at the same time he doesn't want to let me find peace outside our home.

The whole feeling was complicated and in a way I was starting to wonder what I was getting out of the marriage.

The first few weeks had been blissful, but everything after that had withered away into nothing.

We had gone from being a bit cordial into wanting to stay away from each other's company.

He could see the resentment I had in my eyes when I the call, even a coward would make the easy guess that things were not perfect at that moment.

I wasn't the best at controlling my drink's as a matter of fact alcohol and liquors tends to push out a part of me that was recessive.

It was obvious I would start speaking if I sat there still, so my first thought was on how to get home.

I tried to stand up on my own but with my head spinning round, I sat back in the chair.

"I don't feel good." I admitted to him.

"Obviously." He noted with a smirk.

His smirk was charming enough, so charming I would have loved to sit there all day and do nothing than just talk a bit in a way I knew I had to get back to my cheating husband.

"I need to get home." I said, pouting my lips.

" Are you here with your car?" He asked

I looked around the room looking all confused and dazed.

Even if I was with my car I wouldn't have let me self drive it.

"Let me help you up, I'd drive you."

He got up with me with my hands around his shoulders and his around the small of my waist as we both wobbled to the door.

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The cold wind fell upon our faces as we made our way out of the pub.

I wasn’t the smartest girl in the world while making decisions and I was showing the traits over again and again.

Right here I was married and all, in another man's car— One part of me wanted to go home with this man instead of mine.

Yet once again that felt like a very stupid idea.

It wasn't my decision to make after mumbling what my idea was, I was at his mercy — I was at the mercy of this man that picked me up from the pub.

I pulled it into a ponytail, as that was the only thing I could do to keep it away from my face.

In a funny way, with my clouded feeling and emotion I still had feelings for one more emotion— Jealousy.

I hadn’t felt it before , not since we got married but it was there. I only hoped the other woman wasn’t there to fill his bed for as long as I couldn't bear the thought of it.

In a way I could tell she was different from me, perhaps that was what attracted her to him.

As he set me into his car and went round to the other side all I that flickered in my mind was how carefree and uninhibited the woman had been— even while I was standing there . . . pale from seeing her.

She had not even blinked an eye, I was concerned about having to compete with her even if that wouldn't look like us competing as I was totally out of the picture.

I wondered why she wouldn't just ask me for sex and chose to find it in the hands of another.

It occurred to me that they were not even having sex, but then what more would I have wanted to see.

James taking her pants off?

As all these thoughts filled my mind, Nathaniel didn't look away from the road even a bit.

Quite a gentleman…I thought to myself.

In a way I couldn't help but Imagine how things would have been different if Marcus had not come with that deal.

I looked away as I saw his face turning toward where I was and looked out to the road instead.

During the hour-long drive, I decided on what j was going to do when I got back to the house again.

While I was certain that he would be either in his study or on the phone with a client, it was obvious we would bump into each other since we lived in the same house.

The car had an aura about it, it did seem Nate was the tyoe if person that preferred concentrating on one thing at a time or perhaps the radio was too loud for conversation.

It was hardly more romantic in the car than the energy I had been filled at the pub, it was excusable anyways as I was more sober as the minutes ticked by.

Regardless, there was something comfortable about him, a type of comfort I find it hard to have with James Fraser.

Cars sparkled beneath the moonlight as people milled up and down the side of the road, The day that was prior heated up was dying slowly in the moonlight.

As most people made their way home, more of them half drunk as I was.

It was not a very exciting day to start with, the only entertainment had been the time I spent with Nathaniel but as the time had gone by slowly our thoughts had become private.

Nate's attention found me, burning my skin with a distinct gaze.

"What?" I shrugged.

"You seem better than when we left the pub. " He looked into my eyes as if trying to convey a message.

I wondered if he was as attentive with all his

women this way.

The way I had studied him to be, it did look like he was good at just one thing at a time and I wondered if that applied to his women as well.

I recuse myself for thinking that way, I might not be enjoying a blissful marriage but at the same time I was still tied down to a contract regardless.

A tenacious part of me wanted to know what he would have done if I was not married, he looked to have totally changed since I mentioned it.

I always was a bit too curious.

I bit my lips as he was busy saying a few words to one of the cars’ owners, I slipped

away in my mind pretending to be busy with something else.

His voice was gravel, silk. "What part do you stay in?"

It took a long time to realize it but we were already in the estate.

"Just drive forward and take the right turn."

"Just that?" He asked.

I nodded, my heart fluttering like wings. “It is easy to find, mind is at the end."

He didn't say anything as he drove in , the close timbre of his words touched my neck as a light summer breeze played on my skin as we pulled up in front of my apartment.

"Guess someone is out waiting." Nathan said with a smile.

He was right, James looked to be walking toward his convertible just as the security let us in.

I got out of the car and walked toward him trying to stay as cool as I could approaching where he was.

"Hey, you forgot your bag." Nate said, walking out with my bag.

He stopped right in front of James, the two men staring into each other's eyes.