Chapter 36

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~The Next Day~

-December 18th, Saturday-

~Natalie's POV~

I wake up feeling a bit tipsy, and I wonder as to why I do. I try to remember last night after I stretch but, I only remember taking my first shot. I feel someone looking at me, and I realize Tobias was sitting crisscross apple sauce on the bed next to me, with an angry expression on his face. "What? What is it?" I ask him, and he laugh-scoffs, "I'm guessing you don't remember what you did last night?" He questions me firmly, and I sit up, "What'd I do?" I ask him, "Well besides get absolutely shit-faced," He pauses, "You were all over my brother and you apparently tried to kiss him." He tells me, and I gasp, "I what?!" I ask him, and he squints his eyes at me. "And not to mention, you just about gave him a hickey." He also lets me in on, and I facepalm so hard.

There's no way in hell I did that! I had way too much to drink and way to much to smoke last night. "Is there anything else I did?" I look up from my hand and ask him, genuinely on the verge of tears. "Well, you acted very different afterwards I'll tell you that." He says, and I'm just hoping to god he sees that I didn't want to do this. A moment of silence goes by before Tobias breaks it, "Are you playing me Natalie?" He asks me, very seriously, and I instantly start shaking my head. "N-No Tobias I'm not, I don't e-even remember doing any of that." I tell him, feeling my tears roll down my face.

Only because I can see it in his face. He's getting tired of having to deal with situations involving his brother. And I'm feeling like this is the last straw for him. And I didn't even want to do this! I shouldn't have drank and smoke.

I don't even like drinking all that much! "And to think," He starts, "I thought my brother would be the one to make a move on you again. And that you'd be the one to shut him down." He says, making me cry harder. "It's getting pretty hard to love you Natalie. But only because it hurts. I trust you, and you let me down in some tiny little excusable way." He makes clear, hurting my heart. Oh god please no. This is sounding more and more like a divorce speech. Maybe I deserve it though?

I promised him I wouldn't regress back to being attracted to Alexander, and yet, cross-faded me still wants him. What the hell is wrong with me? "I love you too much to leave you." He says, calming me down, "But I don't love you enough to keep dealing with this. We'll do the speech today and after that, I'm going to go sleep on my parents couch while you try to remember last night." He tells me, before getting up and leaving the room. And I cry my eyes out, hating myself so much. Why did I do this?

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~Meanwhile Downstairs~

~Alexander's POV~

I stare at my wife while she yells at me, telling me how right she was about Nat and I being really intoxicated together and for this ever so faint hickey on my neck, and how I shouldn't have even let her get the chance to do it. "But thank you for stopping her." She says, "It shows you still care about me." She adds, obviously conflicted. "I do care about you, but that's not the only reason why I stopped her." I tell my wife, "I stopped her because I love you, and I am married to you. But please don't blame her, Tobias just went into his den all mad and I'm pretty sure she's up there crying. She was totally out of it Vanessa. Sober Nat wouldn't have done that." I tell her, and she rolls her eyes and yet, nods. "I know but," She pauses, getting angry, "It just pisses me off a little. And now we can't have sex because I'm definitely not staring at that fucking hickey on your neck while I ride you." She says and brings up, making me envision her riding me, and you know me being me, I start wishing she wasn't mad at me so that could happen forreal. Just then, Vanessa cuts herself off, and suddenly she gives me the look.

The sex look. What the hell? She was just angry with me a minute ago? A theory hits me and I run with it, looking in her eyes, thinking of how I want her to touch me. And just like that, she does!

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