Leah's POV
"Yeah," Darren replied and took the empty glass away from me. "Fiona is a lovely girl. She's also my favorite cousin."
"So you're not mated," I mumbled. "You're still young."
"Don't talk like you're a hundred years old, Leah," Darren said.
I drew myself closer to him and said, "So, you don't have a mate. Do you have a fuck buddy or something? Is that why you're following me around? To see if you can make me your fuck buddy? I mean, I remember you wanted to take me upstairs and fuck me the first time you saw me."
"Yeah," Darren touched his nose awkwardly. "That was on my mind at that time. I had too much wine and I was totally out of the line."
"So, is your offer still valid? I've got a lot of rooms upstairs, you know." I looked into his eyes and said, leaning forward.
Darren held my arms and pushed me back.
He said, "Miss Lewyn, with all due respect, I am overwhelmed and flattered. But I have to tell you that the thought has already been kicked out of my system."
"Why? Who kicked it out? Why did he do such a stupid thing like that?" I wrapped my arms around Darren's neck and pulled him toward me, pointing at our reflection in the mirror, and said, "Come on, Darren. Look at us. Don't we look adorable? We are like those two little figures on top of a wedding cake. Say you want to fuck me again and I'm all yours. You can take me upstairs and we'll have a whale of a time together. Come on, Darren. I'm very good..."
"And you're very drunk, Miss Lewyn," Darren said in a soft voice.
"Tell me that you want to fuck me, Darren," I buried my face in his shoulder and said in a muffled voice. "It's an order."
"I want to fuck you, Miss Lewyn," he said.
"Great. Now take me upstairs and fuck me," I was too drunk to find my own tongue.
Darren lowered his head and sighed.
His chiseled face looked impeccable in the afternoon daylight.
Then, he abruptly pulled me toward him and carried me up in his arms.
I placed my head against his broad chest to hear the beating sound of his heart.
I did the same thing last time on his bike. I absolutely loved the sound of his heartbeat, which indicated that he was so young and powerful.
My arms and legs were dangling in the air as he walked me upstairs.
I giggled at first, but halfway into our journey, I realized the gravity of reality.
Oh, fuck. I thought to myself. Is Darren Swanson going to fuck me right now?
I struggled to lift up my head, trying to look for someone to help me. But no one was around.
Then, I realized that I was too drunk to lift up my head, so I lowered it down immediately.
My whole body was burning. I felt butterflies in my stomach and bitterness in my throat.
What have I done? I can't have sex with Darren right now! Not in my brother's lake house! Not with my husband and my boyfriend next door! What the fuck is on my mind?!
As I was trying to struggle to break away from Darren's grip, I suddenly saw the chandelier in the dressing room.
The light of it made me narrow my eyes.
"Mr. Laflamme, Miss Lewyn is here for the measurement." I heard Darren's voice.
Then, I was placed gently on a chair.
As I lifted my head, I saw Darren's back disappear behind the door.
Thank Goddess. I thought to myself. He was being a real gentleman to take me upstairs for measurement.
I shook my head slightly, only to see a handsome young man standing in front of me.
He was bending over, placing one of his hands over my head and the other one against the arm of the chair.
His hand felt so warm and soft.
"Miss Lewyn, you're having a temperature now. Are you feeling alright?" the young man asked.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"I'm Gaspard Laflamme. I'm the nephew of Rafael Laflamme," the young man said with a French accent while smiling at me. "My uncle is getting old, and he can't do any cross-Atlantic voyages. So he asked me to come and do your measurement."
When he smiled, there were two dimples on both sides of his cheeks.
My heart immediately melted.
Oh, Mood Goddess. Please stop sending handsome young men into my life to complicate everything.
My husband is dying because of me and my boyfriend seems to hide a dark secret from me. I almost had sex with my brother's Beta Jalin as well as my future employee Darren, who has rescued me multiple times. Plus, someone is trying to murder me by jamming my car and pushing a big fucking sign to reduce me into a meat pie.
The last thing I needed was another handsome young man in my life with a sexy continental accent and a tender smile.
"Are you ready for the measurement, Miss Lewyn?" Gaspard asked.
"Yeah..." I mumbled. "But bring me a bucket first."
"A bucket?" Gapard's beautiful brows furrowed. "You mean, le seau?"
"Oui," I replied briefly. I had been learning French for seven years at school, but at that time, the only word I could think of was a simple "yes".
"OK, but for what, Miss Lewyn?" Gaspard asked. He was looking around to look for a bucket.
"Nothing... I think I'm going to throw up now..." I said.
Before I could even finish my sentence, I threw up everything I had eaten for lunch on Gaspard's shirt and pants.
People usually jumped up and ran away when they were being thrown up at. But on that day, the first thing Gaspard did was hold my hair for me and pat gently on my back.
"There, there." He said in a soft voice. "Let it out, Miss Lewyn. Let it all out."