Corey's mind screamed for him to jerk her hand away, most especially her body on his but his body adored the new sensation that he just let her stay on top of him without taking any action. "You are tall and so...ma-anly," she lifted her head to look at him while he pressed his hand down.
"What?" She forced her eyelids open and shook her head only to push back.
Stupidly, he was still lying on the bed, inviting her to do whatever she wanted, did he even know what was going on with him?
She was drunk and displaying her feelings to him in anger and love. She was now sitting on his lower part, she had spent minutes trying to push her gown up and when she did, she parted her legs and settled her bottom on his lower part.
Corey was stuck in a moment where his mind reminded him of the danger, where his heart alarmed him of the danger but his body failed to take action, even his brain went numb at that moment and all he could do was stare at her in shock and witness his heart go crazy.
This feeling was new and his body savoured it while his brain secured the moment perfectly in his head. He waited for her next move as she stared at him. She really was damn drunk.
"What?" She asked again. "Are you planning to..." She demonstrated by looking at the ground and pointing at it. "... pushing me down again and then...scold me, huh?" She gripped his shirt and pushed him up and down. Then her head fell and she paused all she was doing.
This was the moment that his heart and mind planned to use but she suddenly lifted her head and stared at him. What was on her mind? His face blankly stared at her until he surprisingly felt a soft but hard touch on his face, causing him to use his numb hand.
Corey with widened eyes stared at the door as he rubbed his face because she just...just...did she just slap him? That question made his body finally sense the danger so he turned to her fiercely to attack her.
Still dizzily behaving, she placed her index finger on her lips when he turned to flare up.
"Shh, don't you dare try to...or else I'll kill you," she shut her eyes closed and opened them to see his neck struggling to hold his stubborn head so she placed her finger on his forehead and pressed his head back.
"I'm still angry with you," she leaned down and press her chest on his, hugging him to the bed.
Corey was too shocked to react, he was about to but her face suddenly tamed his power and all he could do was stare and enjoy the feeling his body adored and feared to never feel again because it was his first time having a woman this close to him.
Having her body on his, he let out a heavy breath and looked at her hair.
"You shouted at me and said you don't love me and I'm begging to be with you. I hate you, that's the truth. How can I love you when there are thousands of handsome, sexy gentlemen out there?" She reluctantly said.
Corey eventually lost to his feelings, he smiled lightly and stared at her hair that fell on her back only to rest on his neck. "Why are you now this close to me?" He asked.
"Shut up, it's comfortable here," she murmured and closed her eyes for peace which only lasted two seconds because their parents rushed in to see that pose.
They all gasped, including Julie. So chilled, Claire turned her head to face the visitors' direction only to see her parents. She smiled sleepily and pushed back from Corey's body. To be honest with himself, he hated that she climbed off his body to go meet her parents.
He also wasn't shocked, what was there to be shocked about? They were humans and must have seen a lot so he pushed forward and sat on the bed, letting his legs settle on the floor gently to face them.
"What's happening?" His mother asked as she walked closer to him only to straighten his hair and pat his back.
"He scolded me," she was fast to say.
Now all eyes were on him. When exactly did he scold her? She was the one that acted violently at him!
"She's just drunk and came in, saying she wanted to be with me. And without my permission, she lay on top of me," he explained calmly, glancing at her. She couldn't maintain her stance and he could view her discomfort.
Everyone was speechless, "you guys should have just waited for your wedding night, we've even planned a beautiful honeymoon for you both where you can spend as much time without work or family interrupting," explained Claire's mother to her daughter.
"I want to go," she complained and stuttering, she left their midst.
"Go after her, Donald," her parents didn't follow her and when Julie wanted to, Claire's mother held her back and gave her a signal.
"You should take her home too," her father dropped his daughter's car keys with him.
"I don't know where she lives," he uttered.
Ah, that! They'd forgotten. He was still suffering from amnesia but it was weird, the doctor said he'd remember soon. Still, he hasn't. Hope it wasn't something so major. They stared at him while he urged them in his mind to just tell him the freaking address. The girl was long gone out of the room.
Only God knows where she had headed to. Now, he was searching for that small creature. As small as she was, she was a big pain in the backbone.
He was walking around the hall, searching for her and when he couldn't find her, he decided to check the garden. A way to see the garden and perhaps lie on the floor. He missed nature and its comfort.
Gradually, he settled his other foot next to his left foot as he had found her and needed to halt.
"Claire!" He exclaimed and continued his pace toward her. "What...why are you playing with water? Just..." He was frustrated, a beautiful dress like this was ruined. He was on the verge of knocking her head but didn't because she might scream. The girl was damn drunk.
"Have you seen how you destroyed your dress with water?"
She glanced at him and maintained her gaze with his, "I can get another... I'm rich enough to buy another dress like this," she stated and sat on the fountain.
"Whatever just come with me," he took her hand but she pulled back.
"Leave me alone, you are not handsome," she pouted and pushed him off by his belly.
"Hey!" He grabbed her hand again and succeeded in pulling her away from the fountain but she hit his leg with her heels.
Frustrated, he endured the pain in his right palm and carried her only to toss her over his shoulder. "You'll pay for making me go through stress. Just today, I've encountered three unfortunate events and it's all because of you," he growled and tightened his hands around her thighs.