Tequila: Seducing My Celebrity Crush(Nigerian & Spanish-Italian Romance Novel)

Chapter Eleven

Tequila Chapter Eleven: Hospital Emergency

The Actor

Zuri wasn't beautiful in a classical way I am familiar with, no flowing golden curls or ivory skin; no piercing eyes of green. She was shorter than average and certainly larger than a catwalk model that I have become accustomed to but in her ordinariness she was stunning. Something radiated from within that rendered her irresistible and her love for Art made her more alluring especially when at work or talking about them ignorant of the stares she attracts.

The necessary special effects are not in my possession, but what I’d like for you to imagine Zuri's rich caramel face coming close to mine, her beautiful doe eyes closing, her tequila tasting sweet lips puckering up, and all the other sounds of the world going silent — the rustling of our dresses as our lips dance to the silence of the night.

Not so sure about what I feel for Zuri, hell I am not even supposed to feel anything but she annoys me, makes me laugh. Are they not feelings too.

Laugh the low moaning sounds she was making, her body getting responsive under my touch. She is a fast learner. At first, it was a slow rhythm not until she arched her back silently pleading for more, I gave it to her full force nig because she ached for it but because at that moment I wanted it to, I wanted to feel, to have a girlfriend, to have someone to text to and look forward to her messages. Dante junior was already getting impatient down there but not sure I want to take things this far besides regardless she is my employee.

And then, somewhere below this, my heart reacts. Not a thump exactly. Not even a leap. But a kind of swish, till she passed out on me, I was scared not knowing whether the Tequila got her drunk or its sheer euphoria.

"SpongeBob?" Times passed, eyes still closed and she has stopped responding. I shook her but she was still unconscious. God, she must be very drunk for someone not experienced in kissing the tequila must have hit her hard.

After fruitless efforts to wake Zuri up. Picked her bridal style and took her to my hotel room, it was pretty late and no one paid attention to us, she is pretty lightweight for someone whos kick brought me down. Smiled at her cute form remembering the incident,  just as I was about to lay her down on the bed she vomited all over her body fortunately not enough to stain the rug in my room. Shit, I carefully dropped her limp body in the bathtub before gently removing the pretty red dress and faking it to the dry cleaning bag. Came back and washed her with slow, careful gestures, first letting her squat in the tub, then moving her hair back: I still have in my ears the sound of the dripping water and the impression that the copper of the tub had a consistency not different from Zuri’s flesh, which was smooth, solid, calm. I had a confusion of feelings and thoughts: embrace her, kiss her, pull her hair, laugh, pretend to sexual experience and instruct her in a learned voice, distancing her with words just at the moment of greatest closeness.

This feeling was all too new to me, done with washing her body and laid her on the bed her pulse was okay but she still isn't waking up. Is this what mothers go through all the time as cute as it seems it was still tiring.

Feeling exhausted, I rook off my clothes had my shower and slip into my boxers pyjamas not too sure whether to take the little red thing off her. I climb the bed and laid down next to her fully aware of her presence. She was snoring lightly, it must be pretty exhausting Vince had everyone on his toes trying to beat the one-week deadline.

Moves to being her and cuddle her close to my body but the urge was quenched when I remember an incident that happened years back.

One of the girls on set approached me and we had sex just for her to accuse me of rape with photo evidence. That's was part of the story that lets me into this unwanted tour. Being with Zuri always make me think, I am free-spirited. I hate thinking.

Made up my mind to stare clear and stick to the plan before my heavy eyes were forced to close.

Deep into the nights woke up to take a pee when I noticed her body shaking, her body temperature getting too hot. Shit, this is no good! I have never taken care of a sick person, was the AC too high? should I wet a towel and put on her forehead. Amidst my confusion, my hands when to action,  took the heavy duvet and covered her body, hurriedly got a towel I wet with warm water and place it on her forehead waiting for some minutes hoping the fever will subside before she visits the Hospital tomorrow. 30 minutes later,  her body wasn't getting any better.

Called Vince who rushed in his pyjamas, silently accessed the situation before he advised we take her to the nearest hospital immediately. Not inquiring what she was doing in my room with me just in my sleeping boxers, I knew Vince silence comes before the storm.
We hurriedly changed into something presentable, took one of my hoodies and put it on for her before heading for the car,  Vince behind the wheels.
The hospital was very quiet but the medical team came rushing with a bed rack, what we thought was a simple fever turned out to be an Emergency Case.

THIRD PERSON POV

"Boss, there has been a new development, He was seen rushing with the young lady from the King's palace yesterday. She seems to b sick because she was wheeled to the emergency "

Silence...

"Sorry Boss will henceforth gather enough information before reporting anything to you"

Silence...

"Yes, we are taking pictures and records of all the necessary events unfolding, Yes Boss"

Phone beeps indicating call ended.