Chapter 4 Chapter 4

~ Celine ~

After we finished two bottles of champagne in the luxury car, Jace and I arrived at a magnificent white house.

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

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

"What?!" I gasped in his arms, laughing, and I reminded myself to behave well, not knowing that I had 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.

Jace looked at my face as he brought me into the bedroom that 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're too drunk. We are in our house—my room, which is now our bedroom," Jace 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 laid on the bed as I was too dizzy to sit down.

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

"Yes," he said, taking off his belt and black trousers.

"We had our reception at the grand 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 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 touch of his hands on my feet, gently removing my shoes as he spoke to me softly.

"It's our wedding night, Clara. I know how much you desired this night to arrive," Jace's excited voice filled my ears as he set my shoes aside.

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

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

"Clara," Jace brought his face closer to mine, and I inhaled his earthy scent that 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 wedding dress." Jace rose from the bed, and I was so nervous.

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

"Wait… I could do it myself." I tried to sit up, but my intoxicated self rolled away on the bed like a leaf that 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, much less champagne.

I had tasted it before when I saw Clara use it like a bottle of water on most celebration days.

She popped several bottles and drank them like it was water, yet I couldn't withstand two glasses.

"There you are," Jace's voice reached me. I felt his hand move to my back to strip off my white 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 wasn't Clara, his real wife?'

"I don't know. I am just shy," I told him.

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.

I had kissed Martin Enzo and engaged in several foreplay sessions with him, but we hadn't had sex—real intercourse.

"Clara, I don't know why you're so anxious about this. 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 won'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 asked 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. 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'm drunk."

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

I stayed silent, watching Jace help me undress. Then he lifted me up from the bed and took me to the bathroom to wash me up.

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

"You can call me hubby. When did you start calling me by my name?" Jace asked me as he rubbed the soap and wet sponge over my unclad body.

"Huh?" As I felt the water splash on my head, my blue eyes widened subtly, 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're getting me confused by your behavior. Haven't you seen me naked several times? Why are you acting so shy?"

"Oh no," I thought. I knew that Jace would find out once he discovered I wasn't the woman he married.

"You got me surprised today. First, with your behavior. Second, 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 breasts look bigger and fuller. Or are my eyes deceiving me? I cannot wait to suck on them," Jace said. I looked away from him as my cheeks flushed.

Jace helped me have my bath and switched on the shower to rinse off my soapy body.

Once he finished bathing me, he carefully assisted me in getting out of the bathtub and said, "Wait for me on the bed. I cannot wait to ravish you."