Chapter 4 Chapter 4

Celine's POV:

When Jace and I arrived at the hotel room, we had drunk about two bottles of champagne in the car.

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

Jace wasn't drunk, so he carried me and whispered in my ear, "This is so unlike you, babe. You got drunk just from 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 to act well—not realizing I said it out loud, "I have to be my sister, you know, trying to mimic her now that she's not around. I miss her so much."

I said it, and Jace looked at my face as he brought me into the hotel room that he wanted us to use for our honeymoon.

"Why not take me home?" I asked him, and he smiled, looking at my face.

"We are home already. Seems like you're drunk too much. We are in our house—my room, which is now our bedroom," Jace said as he gently placed me on the bed. I thought he was taking me to a hotel for our honeymoon.

"I thought," I hiccupped, "I thought you were taking me to a hotel for us to have our honeymoon."

I lay on the bed, as I was too dizzy to sit up.

Jace rose and stripped off his white dress shirt as I tried to act sober.

"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 stay there at the hotel as you wished. I love to have my privacy, and that's why I brought you home." Jace sat on the bed and helped me take off my shoes.

I could feel the soft touches of his hands on my feet as he gently removed my shoes and 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.

Seriously, I had no idea about what my sister and her boyfriend had done. Had they been intimate before? I couldn't remember, and I was kind of nervous about it.

"Clara," Jace brought his face closer to mine, and I inhaled his earthy scent which made me feel so relaxed and gave me 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 said as he rose from the bed, and I was so nervous.

Help me out of my dress? I pondered as it dawned on me what might happen next.

"Wait, I can do it by myself." I tried to sit up, but my intoxicated self rolled away on the bed like a leaf that had lost its value. I couldn't even sit, and I blamed myself for drinking so much alcohol when I could have told Jace that I don't like wine, let alone champagne.

I had tasted it before when I saw my twin sister using it like a bottle of water on most celebration days. She popped several bottles 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 hand move to my back to strip off my dress.

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

"Why? But you have always wanted us to have sex. Why not tonight?" Jace sounded so disappointed, and I swallowed hard.

Should I tell him that I am not Clara, his real wife?

"I don't know. I am just shy," I said. And honestly, I hadn't had sex. I was too decent and waiting for the right time, as I was mostly busy with my bakery shop. Then, I had kissed Martin Enzo and engaged in several foreplays with him, but we hadn't had sex like actually doing it.

"Clara, I don't know why you're so anxious tonight. 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 Celine, your twin sister, has traveled to help you, don't you think now is the right time for you and me to have a baby?" Jace kissed my lips as he queried me, and I was speechless.

"No, Martin. I mean, Jace..."

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?"

Jace moved away from me on the bed, sounding hurt, and I immediately told him, "No, Jace. Please, don't get me wrong. I am sorry. It was a slip of the tongue. You know I am drunk."

Jace sighed and came back to me. "Fine, just relax. Let me help you have your bath."

I was silent, watching Jace help me undress. Then, he lifted me from the bed and took me to the bathroom to bathe me.

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

"You can call me honey. When did you start calling me by my name?" Jace asked me playfully, as he rubbed the wet liquid soap and sponge over my head.

"Huh," I said, as I felt the water splash on my head. My blue eyes subtly widened alert, and I looked at him in shock, seeing him in only his black shorts.

I swiftly looked away, and Jace laughed and said, "Honestly, Clara, you are getting me confused with your behavior. Haven't you seen me náked several times? Why are you acting so shy?"

"Oh no." I knew that Jace would find out once he discovered that I was not the woman he wanted.

"You got me surprised today. First, with your behavior. Secondly, with your body."

"My body?" I asked him nervously as he bathed my hands and looked at my face.

"Yeah. You seem more chubby, and your bréasts look bigger. Or are my eyes deceiving me? I cannot wait to suck on them," Jace said, and I looked away from him as my face reddened.

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