Chapter 4

Celine's POV

Jace and I arrived at the hotel room as we had drunk about two bottles in the car.

I was intoxicated, and I kept mumbling words that I didn't understand.

Jace wasn't drunk, so he carried me in his arms, and I heard him whisper in my ear, "This is so unlike you, babe. You got drunk just by drinking two bottles, and you normally finish up to five bottles in a day without getting drunk."

"What?!" I gasped in his arms, laughing, and I reminded myself that I had the pretend like Clara, not knowing that I said it out loud.

"I have to be my sister, you know, trying to mimic her now that she is not around. I miss her so much," I said, my voice hoarse, and Jace looked at my face.

He brought me into the hotel room, gently opening the door, that he wanted us to use for our honeymoon.

"Why not take me home?" I asked him, my voice voice drunk, and he smiled.

"We are at home already, babe. Seems like you are too drunk. We are in our house. Your room, which is now our matrimonial bedroom," Jace whispered, gently placing me on the bed, and I thought he was taking me to a hotel for our honeymoon.

"I thought," I hiccupped, my voice raspy. "I thought we were going to a hotel for us to have our honeymoon."

I glanced at his face, lying on the bed as I was so dizzy to sit down.

Jace rose and stripped off his shirt, then I tried to act sober and not drunk.

"Yes," He said, taking off his clothes.

"We had our reception there. But you know that I am a titled man and a politician, which I told you about. So I cannot camp there in a hotel as you wish. I love to have my privacy, and that's why I brought you home," Jace replied, his tone factual as he sat on the bed and helped me take off my shoes.

I could feel the soft touches of his warm hands on my feet, gently removing my shoes, and he spoke to me softly.

"It's our wedding night, Clara. I know how much you desire for this night to arrive." Jace's excited voice filled my ears, as he dropped my shoes aside.

I had no idea about what my sister and her boyfriend had done in this house.

Had they been intimate before? I didn't know, but recalled Clara has told me about Jace intimacy, and I was kind of nervous about it.

"Clara," Jace brought his face closer to mine, his eyes locking with mine, and I inhaled his earthy scent that made me feel so relaxed.

It gave me an assurance that I was safe.

"What are you thinking about? Are you asleep? You don't have to fall asleep yet as the night is just getting started. Wait, let me prepare your bath and help you out of this dress," Jace rose from the bed, and I felt so nervous.

'Help me out of my dress?' I pondered, my gaze widening with shock as it dawned on me what might happen next.

"No. I can do so by myself." I tried to sit up on the bed, but my intoxicated self, rolled away on the bed like a leaf that lost its value. 

I couldn't even sit properly, and I blame myself for drinking so much alcohol when I could have told Jace that I don't like wines, not to mention Champagne.

I had tested it before when I saw my twin sister using it as a bottle of water on most of her celebration days.

Clara would pop several bottles of alcoholic beverages and drank them like it was water. And yet, I couldn't withstand two glasses.

"There you are," Jace's voice reached me, and I felt his warm hand move to my back to strip off my wedding dress.

"Jace, can we not have sex tonight?" I asked him, my voice flattering and he froze as he heard my inquiry.

"Why? But you have always wanted us to have sex. Why not tonight?" Jace asked, sounding so disappointed. 

I swallowed hard, pondering, 'Should I tell him that I am not Clara, his real fiancée?'

"I don't know. I am just shy," I lied, my voice mellow. And honestly, I haven't had sex too. I was too decent and waiting for the right time as I was mostly busy with my bakery shop. 

Although I had kissed Martin Enzo and engaged in several foreplay with him. But we haven't had sex like doing the do.

"Clara, I don't know why you're so anxious tonight," Jace said, his hands reaching for mine. "You have always wanted me to sleep with you, and now that it's the right time for us to do it, you want us to take a break. Well, no, because we have to make babies, and I am not getting any younger. It wouldn't affect your modeling career, okay. And since your twin sister has traveled to help you, don't you think now is the right time for you and I to have a baby?" Jace kissed my lips, his full lips claimed mine, as he queried me.

I was speechless, before I stammered, "No, Martin. I mean, Jace.."

"Martin?" Jace's face darkened in rage, and he asked me, "Who is Martin? Are you cheating on me, Clara? Is that why you wanted us to postpone the wedding because you have another man?"

"No, I mean..." My voice trembled as Jace moved away from me on the bed. 

He sounded hurt, detached and I immediately told him, "No, Jace. Please, don't get me wrongly. I am sorry. It was a slip of the tongue. You know I am drunk."

Jace sighed, and came to meet me. "It's fine, just relax, babe, and let me help you have your bath to cool off a bit."

I was silent, watching Jace help me undress, then he picked me up from the bed and carried me into the bathroom to wash me up.

The bathroom was well furnished with a wide bathtub, a spot for standing and showering. A toilet to defecate.

"Jace," I whispered, intoxicated and calling his name, and he replied hoarsely, "Yes, my love."

"You can call me 'honey'. When do you start calling me by my name?" Jace asked, picking up the soap and sponge and gently rubbing them over my unclad body.

I gulped hard, as he fondles my boobs in the bathtub.

"Huh," I swallowed, feeling the water splashed on my head, my eyes fluttered widely opened, and I looked at him in shock, seeing him in only his black boxers.

I swiftly glanced away, and Jace laughed, saying, "Honestly, Clara. You are getting me confused by your recent behavior. Haven't you seen me naked several times? Why are you acting so shy?"

"Oh no." I knew that Jace will find out sooner once he had sex with me and discovered that I am not the woman that he married.

"You got me surprised today. First, with your funny behavior. Secondly, with your body," he said, his eyes watching my face intensely.

"My body?" I asked him, my eyes widened in surprise as he bathed my hands, and looked at me.

"Yes. You seem more chubby, and your breasts look more bigger and fuller than the previous day. Or are my eyes deceiving me? I cannot wait to suck on them," Jace said, his tone full of longing and I swallowed hard and looked away from him. My face flushed.

Jace helped me have my bath, switching on the shower. Once he was done bathing me, he carefully assisted me in getting out of the pristine bathtub and told me, "Wait for me on the bed. I cannot wait to ravish you tonight."