Falling For My Husband: Again

Chapter 8

I still couldn't believe that Henry kissed me. It annoyed me to think of that.

One thing was for sure, he hadn't kissed me because he had any feelings towards me because of how he'd acted afterwards.

He didn't even acknowledge my presence afterwards as he just chatted with his friends the entire time.

I was peeved at everything. The fact he'd kissed me and I'd stupidly kissed back like I was some kind of cheap female.

And he hadn't even turned to me afterwards like he just felt like he could have his way with me anytime he wanted.

I suddenly despised the stupid party and whoever had thrown it.

I really just wanted to go back home. Frustration and exasperation filled me as I recalled the kiss and what it had done to me.

Was I seriously that stupid?

I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest, my expression etched in a frown.

“Do you want us to head back home?” Henry's voice caused me to jerk my head in his direction.

He was staring at me as though wondering why I looked so annoyed. “What's wrong?”

Did he just ask that? Had he seriously forgotten the fact he literally kissed me two hours back?

I decided it wasn't much of a smart idea to talk about it while in public, so I decided it could wait till we got in the car.

“Yes, let's head back home.” There was nothing else to do in this boring and extremely frustrating dinner party.

We'd had our dinner, he'd chatted with tons of people I assumed to be his friends.

He looked like he was going to say something, but just nodded and stood up while I did the same.

We started towards the door, but came to a halt when a man headed towards us.

“Are you heading home already Mr Smith?” The man looked around Henry's age, but not as handsome (though he was really handsome).

He had long black hair that'd been packed to the back. He had bright green contact lenses on which suited his round face.

Henry nodded, “thanks for inviting us Mr Dill.”

So he was the one who threw this party. I didn't like him already as he was partly at fault for the kiss.

If he hadn't thrown any stupid party, we wouldn't have ended up kissing each other.

“You must be Mrs Smith.” He turned to me, throwing me a charming smile as he stretched forth his hand for a handshake, “I'm Hames Dill.”

I accepted the handshake, but didn't return his smile. “Nice to meet you Mr Dill, I'm Marie Smith.”

He dropped his hand, then turned back to Henry. “You can't leave yet, Mr Jones hasn't arrived yet and I know he'd love to meet with you.”

I furrowed my brows. I knew I wouldn't like this Dill guy.

Now he was trying to make us stay in his party longer than we should all because of some stupid Jones who was obviously late.

Henry turned to me as though he actually cared about my opinion on whether to wait or not.

I shook my head a little so Hames wouldn't notice my total objection to him waiting a second more.

“Why don't you head home and I'll come meet you later.” He finally said, then turned back to Hames, “why don't we go to the…”

And just like that, the two of them walked away without even a backwards glance.

He just left without even getting my opinion on it as to whether I wanted to leave without him or not.

I didn't want to leave without him. I wanted to ask him about the kiss and why he would do that.

But he wasn't going to be following me back home.

***
Henry still hadn't come home even though it was already eleven in the night.

I kept on pacing around the parlor, waiting for him to arrive, but still no sign of him.

Where on earth are you Henry Smith?

I felt sleepy, but knew if I slept without getting an explanation of the kiss from him, I'd obviously have a dream about it.

And the last thing I wanted was to have dreams of kissing him. The last time that happened was one year back and there was no use repeating such a thing.

I was seriously annoyed at how confusing things were going.

Why would he think I was so cheap that he'd just kiss me anytime and act like nothing happened.

I fell on the couch when my body expressed its exhaustion from pacing angrily around.

I leaned back against the couch, waiting for him to come like I was some wife that actually cared about her husband so much, she would actually wait for him to come home at night.

I checked the time on the wrist watch I'd worn as soon as I'd gotten home and changed into a pair of green pajamas.

Which was when my gaze flew to the diamond ring on my finger.

I'd been so excited when he'd given it to me because I'd thought my dream had come to pass.

Him taking my hand in his and placing the ring in my ring finger had felt like the best thing to ever happen to me.

Now that I thought of it, I was so stupid to have just gotten married to him as soon as he asked.

Caley was right then. I knew nothing about him, yet stupidly said yes the first time he actually talked to me.

I'd been so excited to be talking to an actual celebrity that my brain had gone totally blank on what was right and wrong.

Which was why I'd ended up putting myself in a devil's…

Kiss the devil…

Handsome Henry's hands on my butt…

Kiss me lovey lovey…

But I don't love you back hon…

I only got married because you're cheap…

The cow that was killed at our wedding is more expensive than you are, Marie…

I only got married to you because I wanted to know how it'd feel marrying my fan…

And I only kissed you because I've been feeling like kissing someone…

My eyes jerked open.

A startled squeak left me when I sighted Henry right in front of me, staring down at me like I was crazy.

Maybe I was, because what on earth was that dream.