Veil of Deception: The Replacement wife

Under the influence

After I slipped out of my clothes, the exquisite gown fell on the ground softly. I decided to hang it up. With the other dress, Alexander hung up.

I quickly get a bath and get dressed for bed. Laying down on the bed, I lay in front of me for Atlas to jump into, softly petting his scruff and playing with his ears. As I found myself falling asleep.

In my half-dazed sleep, I felt the bed dip and my waist pulled into a waist. The familiar smell of Alexander's aftershave engulfed my smell. Quickly drifting back to sleep.

I woke up to a firm grip on my waist. I made a move to get up, and the grip only tightened slightly.
I try pulling the hands off, prying them in a way.
"Stop it and lay down." He says it with a groggy voice.

"I have to use the bathroom," I whisper slightly.
The truth was, I didn't need to; I just wanted to get away from his radiating body.
"Fine," he says, letting go.

I walk to the bathroom, forcing myself to use the bathroom so I don't look like I was lying.
I wish my hands. Afterward, cupping the water and slashing it on my face.

The door is opened, and Alexander heads to the toilet.
I quickly walk out, not trying to invade his space; after all, I'm not his real wife.
That just be wrong.

I quickly go downstairs and see the house in complete disarray.
I grabbed the trash can and started cleaning up the large mess.
"What are you doing?" Alexander's voice from behind me startled me.

"What does it look like I'm going?" I ask in an obvious tone.

Slowly gathering all the trash.

"You know we have maids, right?" He asks me confused.

"Yeah, I'm aware; why should they clean up our mess?" I say annoyed.

He just shrugs his shoulders, not feeling like arguing with me.

After I made lunch later that day:
Alexander drinks some beer with his friends on the couch.

"Honey, can you grab us some beer, please?" Alexander asks me.
I grab them a beer, opening each of them before handing them the beers. The whiskey in front of them.

Alexander asks, "Why don't you drink with us?"
I laugh at the thought.

"What so funny?" Harry asked me

"I've never drank before," I say honestly.

These men have drunk with Emily before; they just didn't tell her that.

"Well, that ends today." He pours me a glass and hands me the beer I gave him.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Toney asks him questioningly.

"Yes." He says to him before handing me the glass of whiskey. He pours himself a single shot, quickly bringing it back and taking drinking the beer back. The men do the same. Though Alexander's focus is on me. As I bring the weird-smelling whiskey to my nose, inhaling.

I must have made a face.

Alexander chuckled, "Just try it." He says slightly laughing.

I drink the whiskey; it burns my throat as it makes its way down but is gone.

I shake my head slightly.

He grabs my glass and fills it back up. Handing it to me again. His two friends are intently watching the TV.

I look at his glass, expecting him to do the same.
"Oh, fair enough." He laughs softly and gives himself another shot.

This goes on for a while.
"I feel strange; don't pour anymore for me," I say to him after the 6th shot.
He smirks slightly.

The other two men look at us.

"Strange?" Alexander teases.
"Yeah, like tingly or something, just weird," I say not finding the right words as the alcohol hits my brain.

"Tell me something interesting," Alexander demands me.

"Interesting?" I ask him, slowly becoming more and more intoxicated.

"Yes, interesting." He confirmed.

"I think you are kind of dumb," I say.

He laughs, raising his brows. "Why's that?" He asked,

"Because you stole my first kiss," I told him.

Still trying to choose my words carefully.
He looks taken back.

"I took your first kiss." He asks me puzzled.

"Yeah, your big, dumb, beautiful face did," I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

I mumbled to myself, "And I won't have to see your dumb, beautiful face ever again tonight."

The men all look at each other.

"What did you say about tonight?" I didn't hear you." He asked me.

I cover for myself, "Oh, I'm just going to go for a walk tonight." I say not looking at him.

"No, you aren't. I told you before you have to ask permission; I will not let you walk around when it's dark out." He tells me, gulping his beer down.

His whole attitude made me angry at times.
"Okay, bossy boy," I tell him, rolling my eyes.

He pulls me by my waist, whispering against my ear.
"I thought I told you to stop rolling your eyes."
Which just makes my blood boil even more.
I don't reply as I stare at the TV screen.

"You aren't my father; you can't tell me what to do," I whisper back to him against his ear.
I feel his smirk against my ear.

"Very true, I'm not your father, but I am your daddy." He says, smirking.

I shove him away. What a little horn dog!
"Why else would I have spanked you? Why else would I add food to your plates?" He asked me, his face serious.

"Why don't you go ahead and get ready for the party?" He suggested

"Alright," I say, getting up feeling slightly dizzy.

"Do you need help?" Alexander asked, glancing over his shoulder.

"No, I got it," I say lightly, smiling.
Before continuing up the stairs, I hold the railing tightly and see the maid. I made a cake.

"Oh, miss, I wanted to tell you thank you for the cake; it was lovely, and my friends and family enjoyed it." she tells me.

"Well, I'm very glad. But unfortunately, I'm a bit under the influence and need to go lay down for a minute. I'm very dizzy." I say with a smile and a laugh.

"Here, let me help you." She says, wrapping her arm around my waist and helping lead me to the bedroom.

I plop on the floor, slowly inching my way to the bed.
When the door opens up suddenly.