The Good Bad Girl

Chapter 34 Drunk on Anesthesia

Olivia's Pov

There's a light. 

It's too bright and too near. 

What is it?

I opened my eyes and instantly felt the first wave of dizziness. My chest feels heavy, my body feels lightweight like floating on water. My head is aching from one side and my arm. My left arm feels numb. 

Slowly, I adjust myself to the bright light as my vision clears and the blurriness lifts to reveal a dark false ceiling. I softly squinted my eyes to get a better look at my surroundings when I heard a voice. 

A male voice. Familiar with an accent. 

I turn my head to the sound on my right and immediately I am welcomed by two pairs of emerald eyes. So green and woodsy, I can taste his hotness on my tongue. He is so hot and model-looking. I bet he can lift me up easily and rock my world.

He snorts or smiles. I can't tell but his lips are curved and his eyebrows look so happy. I know eyebrows can't look happy but his does. He is looking at me with those bushy yet perfectly shaped man brows as if he heard my thoughts or something.

Did I say that out loud? Again I can't tell. My tongue feels heavy. 

Blinking that thought away, I reach out to touch this gorgeous man. I lift my right arm. The one that doesn't weigh like hundreds of bricks and moved it. I want to see if he's real. Is he real?

I drew a line from his forehead through my index finger going to his nose then stopping at his lips. These lips. I think I have seen these lips somewhere. 

"Mi Zorro," A thick male voice breaks the silence. I disappointedly removed my gaze from his delicious lips and met his green eyes that I am sure I had seen somewhere. 

Our eyes connect and yep. I am sure I've seen him somewhere. He has the same face cut as Asher's. Even the same prickly stubble that I like so much. I wonder how would it feel on my neck, grazing me. Will it be ticklish like the romance authors describe in their novels? Or will it be -

"I beg you not to finish that sentence, sweetheart," 

I removed my eyes from his beard and squinted at him. A second, two more before I pressed a kiss to his cheeks. There I had it. I kissed a bearded guy. I moved his face away and smiled drunkenly. 

"You know you're lips remind me of someone," I said, "My husband also has gorgeous lips like you. Although his are far better than yours," 

I traced his lips with my thumb and instantly felt him tense against my touch. 

"Really?" The guy who is not Asher but has a marvelous resemblance to him replies, 

"Yes. I remember touching them with mine. You know like kissing. No, not kissing, smooching. Yes, I smooched my husband and I really want to do it again," 

The guy's breath gets deeper and he shivers under my touch. I see his Adam's apple move and he speaks, "Then what's holding you from doing it again," 

I frown at his statement. Did he not hear I have a husband? Yeah, I kissed his cheek but only because I was feeling so many things at the same time. My body feels cold, my chest is running like a marathon, and my breathing is so fast I feel like I am exhaling fireballs but that doesn't mean I am not in control of my brain. I can still make decisions and right now it's saying this guy is definitely not my husband even though he looks like him.

He dared to ask me to kiss him despite me telling him I was married. I hope this guy is ready to get some of Tai Chi I learned back in the day.

Hell, I don't want to touch him anymore. People are bad and he is the worst for provoking me to cheat on my husband by kissing him. I let go of his face and give him my best icy glare as I can. "You are a bad man. You're a bad bad man to ask me to kiss you when I just told you I am married,"