Chapter Four - Dear Future Husband

Varda's POV

"Whiskey and Tequila." He said with a warm smile. I choked out a small laughter and widened my eyes at him. "Are you kidding? Whiskey and Tequila?" I raised a brow at him.

He raised his hands in mock surrender at me. "Whiskey mixed with a tiny shot of tequila will make you forget all of your worries." He winked at me and proceeded to point at the two bottles of alcohol in front of me.

I shook my head in disagreement, my smile never faltering for once. "Okay, no. That sounds like poison!" I joked and he laughed at my joke.

Somehow, I found myself spending time with this man, I mean we had not exchanged names or whatsoever yet we were already bonding on so much things. In his own way, he was trying to cheer me up and surprisingly it worked.

"So tell me, what are you trying to escape from?" He asked right after our laughters had subsided. I sighed heavily, suddenly reminded of my reason for being here. I was reminded of my own misery.

"I mean everyone at the bar are either here to celebrate or here to run from something." He said with a slight shrug and that was enough to lighten up my mood. I turned to gaze at him with a small smile playing on my lips. "So what are you trying to run from?" I asked.

He cleared his throat. "Who said I was not here to celebrate?"

I nodded my head slowly. "Well lucky you. I wish I was here to celebrate something." I bowed my head low and placed my hand on my chin.

"Actually. I am trying to run from this weird ass family dinner. Apparently, I am being forced to marry a woman I do not even know. Just the thought of that scares me and irritates the living hell out of me. This is why I have always avoided family affairs. I have always liked being on my own." He said.

I gazed at him with a sad smile on my face. What a coincidence that we both happened to be going through the same crisis except my own situation was way worse, I was going to marry the brother of my dead husband.

"What a coincidence. I also escaped an engagement dinner." I said with a light chuckle. He hastily poured me a glass of tequila and gestured me to raise it in the air. "Well, cheers to that." He said. Our glasses clicked and I hurriedly took a sip out of it.

The harsh taste made me grit my teeth. It made me feel numb.

"So tell me. What is so bad about getting married? Is he a terrible person? Perhaps an ex convict?" He asked.

I shook my head in disagreement. "How would I even know? I do not know even know what he looks like. The only thing I know is his name." I said with a slight shrug.

"Ohh." He nodded his head slowly. I took another sip of tequila and i slowly found myself craving more of the taste.

"Easy there." He joked.

I continued to drink until to the point that my eyesight was blurry, my head felt light and my entire body felt numb. I loved the feeling.

"Are you okay?" He yelled at me. I nodded my head and let out a giggle. "O-f co-urse I-I am! I-I ha-ve n-ever f-elt s-o good be-fore." I stuttered.

"Where do you stay so I can drive you home?" He rose to his feet and helped me up too. He clutched my waist tight and repeated. "Your home address?"

"Oh come on, do not be a party pooper! I want to have more fun!" I exclaimed. He laughed at me and shook his head. "I am sure you do not mean that. Tell me your home address or else I drive you to my place." His deep voice sent chills down my spine. I turned to gaze at him and I was slowly beginning to lose myself in his bright green eyes.

"I would love that." I bit my lower lip seductively. I watched the corner of his lips tug into a mischievous smirk. "Are you sure about that?" He leaned closer to whisper into my ears. The feeling of his hot breath dancing around my bare skin made me release a small moan.

I knew what I wanted. My next action took him off guard. I pressed my lips against his. The taste of his lips made me crave for more.

He pulled away and stared at me with the sexiest gaze ever. "I think I might reconsider your offer." He said pulling me up from the thighs.

He led me to his black convertible and the rest of what happened between us was history.

The next morning, I woke up in his car, confused and disorientated. My memory from last night began to flood back into my head. I looked to my right and he was no where to be found. I took it as a hint to flee as I was too embarrassed to even face him.

I dressed into my clothes and boarded a cab back home. I met my parents sitting in the living room with worried looks on their faces.

"How dare you Varda? You are not a teenager! How could you recklessly leave the house especially when you knew we had a guest coming!" Dad yelled at me angrily.

"Take it easy with her Matthew, as long as Stephen did not show up. There is absolutely no need to yell at her." Mum said.

I was about to come up with an excuse but I got interrupted by a loud honk echoing from our driveway. I rushed towards the window to peep and I was shocked to see it was a familiar black convertible that I had sex in with the random stranger. Had he followed me all the way here?

My heart began to race extremely fast as I watched him get off the car and make his way towards the front door. My parents walked towards me with frightened looks on their faces, it had me confused.

Did they know him?

I watched through the window as my father stretched out his hand for a handshake while mum bowed her head in respect at him. Who was he?

I slowly read his lips. "Good morning, I'm Stephen McCall."