One Heart with Two Owners

Chapter 3

Patricia POV-
As my food was dropped off in front of my place I looked up to thank whichever waiter had brought me it but when I tilted up my head I realized that I recognized this man. This was the limo driver who had taken us here. My jaw dropped in astonishment as I saw him slowly wink at me and turn the other direction, walking back into the room that I assumed to be the kitchen. I felt a sense of nervousness in my stomach as I remembered who was sitting next to me, my husband, the man who got jealous when I talked to my own brother because he was apparently "stealing his girl". Kevin cleared his throat and I slowly moved my head to look up at him. His mouth was drawn into a straight line across his face and the look in his eye was all too similar to what they looked like when he saw his youngest brother rip their dads scalp off using only his teeth. "Trish" he started, his voice stern, "Come to the back room with me, now". My legs were trembling as I pushed my chair away from the table and shakily got up. I blindly followed kevin into the back room and he reached around me to slam the door shut. "What the actual clucket do you think you're doing" I shrieked out, tears were streaming down my professionally made up face and my fingers were tangled in the ringlet curls covering my head. His face softened as he took in my disheveled appearance and he reached out to grab one of my hands in both of his own. "oh poopyplum I'm sorr-" he started but I cut him off by slamming my crust covered lips onto his. He deepened the kiss by assertively pushing his tongue past my lips and into my mouth. Not expecting this sudden move I started gagging and oatmeal started gushing out of my throat, into my mouth, then further past into his. When he realized what was happening he yanked his mouth away from mine, oatmeal spilling out from the both of our mouths and onto the neatly tiled floors. "babe?" he tried to say, but it barely came out as a whisper. "yeah?" I replied, lowering my head in shame of the situation. "ur rlly hot tbh" he answered sincerely, using the middle finger on the hand that wasn't covered in oatmeal to tilt my face back up to look him in the eyes. With that he motioned for me to follow him again and we made our way back to our table. We spent the rest of the night in and out of the dancing room and the dining hall as we made our way around trying to talk to everyone. It wasn't until the end of the night that we finally sat down. "hey fungitoad?" kevin said, leaning over to pull his hand out from behind his back. In it was a ticket to the hottest nightclub in Arizona. "these are for tomorrow night baboo , go have a good time."

A/N-
It was actually really late when I wrote this so please excuse any spelling/ grammar mistakes. Also, next chapter is when the plot line picks up so stay tuned for that (;
xoxo,
Steph