Allegedly Yours

The Long Night

Chapter 37

Nyrah was sleeping in a room beautifully adorned with roses, scented candles, and other romantic decorations. However, she was too exhausted to take it all in and fell asleep as soon as she entered. Suddenly, a loud crash jolted her awake. As she groggily navigated her surroundings, she noticed Aston standing there with a sorrowful expression. Her eyes drifted to the shards of glass on the floor, remnants of what seemed to be a broken bottle. The unmistakable scent of alcohol filled the air, revealing that he was drunk.

Nyrah rose from the bed, her concern for Aston overcoming her fatigue. As she moved towards him, she didn't notice the broken glass in her path. Aston, barely able to stand, saw her approaching danger. In a swift, protective gesture, he placed his hand under her foot, stopping her just in time.

Nyrah realized she was about to step on the glass shards scattered across the room. She looked at Aston and found him staring back at her with a mix of concern and something more intense. When she tried to remove her foot from his hand, he didn't let go. Instead, she gasped as he kissed her toes.

His kisses traveled slowly upward, each one sending electric currents through her skin, causing her to lose her balance. As her other foot gave way, she felt herself starting to fall onto the sharp glass. She closed her eyes in horror, bracing for the pain, but Aston caught her just in time once again.

With her heart racing, she clung tightly to his shirt, terrified of letting go and getting cut by the glass shards below. Aston held her securely, their faces inches apart.

"I won't let you get hurt, Nyrah," he whispered, making her open her eyes and connect with his drunken gaze.

Nyrah gulped, her voice trembling as she requested, "Leave me, Aston, please." He let her stand on her feet but kept his grip on her waist. She tried to wiggle out of his hold, but Aston stepped back, still holding her firmly, moving them away from the glass shards.

"Aston, enough. Now let me go," she hissed angrily.

"And why should I?" he asked, raising his perfect brow at her. "Looks like you forget. It's our wedding night, darling," he said, his breath reeking of alcohol.

Nyrah's patience was wearing thin. She came from a family where alcohol was forbidden, seen as a poison that could make one lose their senses. She had no idea Aston drank, and frankly, she didn't care if he did. All she could think about was her own well-being.

Nyrah was about to say something, but she noticed Aston's gaze shift to her lips. Her words caught in her throat as his eyes lingered there, filled with a mixture of longing and intoxication.

"Aston..." she began, her voice softer now, unsure of what to say.

Aston leaned in, aiming for her lips, but Nyrah turned her face, causing his lips to land on her cheek instead. He looked at her with confusion, but before he could say anything, she spoke words that cut him to the core.

"We will get divorced at the very first opportunity we get, so there's no need for pretense."

Listening to her, Aston felt a wave of hurt and anger. How dare she say this on their very first night? His grip tightened as he grabbed her cheeks, startling her.

"You think it's that easy to leave?" he blurted, his voice filled with a mix of pain and fury. "Then remember this: even if I don't love you, I won't let you go."

With that, he pulled her closer, their faces inches apart, the tension between them palpable. Nyrah's heart raced as she looked into his eyes, seeing the storm of emotions raging within him. She realized that this marriage was not going to be as simple as she had hoped.

Nyrah's irritation knew no bounds. She was already disturbed by the fact of marrying him, and on top of everything, his bipolar behavior was becoming unbearable. His grip on her, his refusal to let go, made her feel suffocated, and her exhaustion wasn't helping. With the last of her strength, she tried to push him away, but he held her hand, pulling her down with him onto the bed.

They landed with a thud, and to her dismay, Aston chuckled. Nyrah looked at him with an expression that clearly conveyed her disbelief and frustration, as if he had gone completely mad.

"What is wrong with you?" she snapped, her voice filled with exasperation.

Aston's chuckle faded as he looked at her, a flicker of seriousness returning to his eyes. "What's wrong with me? Nyrah, what's wrong with us? This isn't how I wanted our first night to go."

Nyrah scoffed, struggling to free herself from his grasp. "Well, you're not making it any easier. Let me go, Aston."

"I can't, Nyrah. Not now, not when you're ready to run away from me."

She took a deep breath, trying to keep her emotions in check. "Aston, we both need space. This isn't working. You're drunk, and I'm exhausted. Just let me go, and we can talk about this when we're both clear-headed."

"No, I want to talk now," he insisted, his voice firm.

"Everyone leaves me—my mom, my dad, Elena, and now you’re too eager to do the same," he continued, the pain clear in his tone. For a moment, her irritation softened, replaced by a pang of empathy.

Nyrah didn't know what to say or do, so she simply tried to comfort him. "Aston, you should sleep," she said softly as she got up and gently guided him to lie down on the bed properly.

She removed his shoes and socks as he continued to murmur something incoherent. After covering him with a blanket to ward off the cold night, she looked around the room. There was no couch or spare mattress where she could sleep. With no other option, she carefully lay down beside him, adjusting to the small space she had.

The next morning, Nyrah stirred awake, her body still heavy with sleep. She blinked, realizing Aston was no longer beside her, which brought a fleeting sense of relief at having the room to herself. Yet, as she glanced at the clock, a surge of horror gripped her— it was already noon. How had she slept so late? And why had no one bothered to wake her?

Rushing to get out of bed, Nyrah's mind raced with questions. Her heart pounded as she grappled with the consequences of oversleeping on her first morning in this unfamiliar place. As she hurriedly prepared herself for the day, a mix of exhaustion and apprehension hung over her like a shadow.

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