Chapter 4

CELINE'S POV:

After Jace and I finished drinking the two bottles of champagne in the luxury car, we arrived at a magnificent white building as the driver pulled the car to a halt.

I felt intoxicated, and I kept mumbling words that I weren't coherent.

Jace wasn’t drunk, so he carried me. I heard him whisper in my ear, “This is so unlike you, babe. You got drunk after just two bottles, and you normally finish up to five bottles in a day without getting drunk.”

“What?!” I gasped in his arms, laughing. I reminded myself to behave properly, not knowing that I had said it aloud.

“I have to be my sister, you know. I’m trying to mimic her now that she isn’t around. I miss her so much,” I said.

Jace looked at my face as he carried me into the hotel room he wanted us to use for our honeymoon.

“Why not take me home?” I asked him, and he smiled.

“We are home already. It seems like you are too drunk to understand. We are in our house—my room, which is now our bedroom.”

Jace gently placed me on the bed, and I realized that he hadn’t taken 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 because I was too dizzy to sit up.

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

“Yes,” he said, taking off his black trousers, too. “We had our reception there at the hotel. But you know that I am a titled man and a politician, which I told you about. So I cannot stay there as you wish. I like having 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 touch of his palms on my feet as he gently removed my shoes. He spoke to me softly.

“It’s our wedding night, Clara. I know how much you have desired for this night to arrive.” Jace’s excited voice filled my ears as he dropped my shoes aside.

Seriously, I had no idea what my twin sister and her fiancé had done.

Had they been intimate before? I didn’t know, and I was nervous about it.

“Clara,” Jace said, bringing his face closer to mine.

I inhaled his earthy scent, which made me feel relaxed and assured me 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 wedding dress.”

Jace rose from the bed, and I grew nervous.

*Help me out of my wedding 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 across 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 didn’t like wine, not to mention champagne.

I had tasted it before when I saw my twin sister using it like a bottle of water on most celebration days.

Clara popped several bottles of wines and drank them as if they were water, yet I couldn’t withstand two glasses.

“There you are,” Jace’s voice reached me, and I felt his hand move to my back as he began to strip off my wedding dress.

“Jace, can we not have sex tonight?” I asked him.

He froze when he heard my question.

“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 wasn’t Clara, his real wife?*

“I don’t know. I’m just shy,” I told him.

Honestly, I hadn’t had sex before. I was too decent and had been waiting for the right time, as I was mostly busy with my bakery shop.

I had kissed Martin Enzo and engaged in several forms of foreplay with him, but we hadn’t had sex.

“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’m not getting any younger. It wouldn’t affect your modeling career, okay? 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 questioned me, and I felt speechless.

“No, Martin. I mean, Jace…”

Jace’s face darkened with 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.

I immediately told him, “No, Jace. Please, don’t get me wrong. I’m sorry. It was a slip of the tongue. You know I’m drunk.”

Jace sighed and came back to me.

“Fine. Just relax. Let me help you take your bath.”

I was silent as I watched Jace help me undress. Then he carried me from the bed and brought me to the bathroom to wash me.

“Jace,” I called while intoxicated.

“Yes, my love,” he replied hoarsely.

“You can call me hubby. When did you start calling me by my name?” Jace asked as he rubbed liquid soap and a wet sponge over my body.

“Huh?” As I felt the water splash over my head, my eyes widened slightly. I looked at him in shock, seeing him wearing only his black shorts.

I swiftly looked away, and Jace laughed.

“Honestly, Clara, you are confusing me with your behavior. Haven’t you seen me naked several times? Why are you acting so shy?”

“Oh, no.” I knew that Jace would find out once he discovered that I wasn’t the woman he had married.

“You surprised me 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 chubbier, and your breasts look bigger and fuller. Or are my eyes deceiving me? I cannot wait to suck on them.”

I looked away from him as my face flushed.

Jace helped me take my bath and switched on the shower. Once he was done bathing me, he carefully assisted me out of the bathtub and said, “Wait for me on the bed. I cannot wait to ravish you tonight.”