CHAPTER 115: 115-A ONE NIGHT MISTAKE

Lara:

"Well, he said that if I divorce you, or if anything happens between us, you will get the crown of the South, and also part of the West that I conquered," Kash explained, his head resting against the back of the couch as his tired eyes stared at me.

"So nothing will happen, right? You do not plan to divorce me, do you?" I asked.

My heartbeat grew faster as he continued to stare silently.

"Lara, my achievements and my hard work are not something I will give away like that. I do not know what the future holds. You have made mistakes in the past too," he stated with a stern tone.

I swallowed hard. He was not wrong. I had made mistakes.

One of those mistakes was probably still somewhere out there, wondering why I had never returned to him.

Wondering why I never checked on him.

"Fine, I will speak with my father. If he discards the term, would you get married to me then?" I asked.

I could tell he was shocked that I suggested it so quickly, as if I did not want the title or anything if he divorced me.

Part of the reason was that what I planned to do tonight would get me his love anyway.

Nothing would separate us, just like nothing had separated him from Iris.

"I will think about it then. First speak to your father," he muttered.

I nodded. He lifted the glass again and drank. But when he tried to stand to place the empty glass down, I noticed he could not.

His eyes moved toward me, and the way he blinked looked soft and unfocused.

"I do not feel right," he admitted in a low tone, touching his stomach lightly with the tip of his middle finger.

"You drank too much, that is why," I replied, pretending to be concerned as I took the glass from his hand. "You should rest. We can talk once you lie down."

I then placed my hand on my forehead.

"I think I had too many drinks too," I added, acting anxious so it would look believable.

He looked toward his glass with confusion for a few seconds from a distance.

Then he leaned forward to get up. I helped him walk to the bed and watched him lie down.

He seemed extremely out of it.

But the minute he settled on the mattress and I started to move away, he held my hand to stop me, and I knew the drug had started to work.

As his hand touched mine, a shiver ran down my spine, causing goosebumps to appear on my skin.

"You’re not going to leave, are you?" he slurred, his breath heavy with alcohol.

I nodded in response, moving closer to him. He struggled to sit up in the bed, and I crawled in beside him.

Pulling me closer, his fingers traced the side of my arm as he began to slide my straps down.

I sat beside him, leaning over his chest as he wrapped his arm around me, his other hand caressing my naked arm.

Leaning in, he pressed his lips against my cheek, sending a wave of butterflies through my stomach.

His other hand moved down, unzipping my dress as my fingers worked to unbutton his shirt.

I removed his tie and coat, tossing them aside, then proceeded to unbutton his shirt.

As he nuzzled my cheek with soft kisses, I explored his muscular abs and biceps with my hand.

"Ahh Kash!" His body was a work of art, and I couldn’t help but moan his name as he kissed my collarbone, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.

His kisses made me close my eyes and arch my back.

My dress started to slip down even more as he kissed my cleavage.

Before he lifted his head and stared at me, his eyes narrowed as if he was trying to see clearly.

I smiled and decided to go in for a kiss. But then I heard him say one name, a name that shook me to my core.

"Iris!" He whispered, his thumb touching my bottom lip. I froze.

That name felt like a slap in the face. Anger and jealousy rushed through me.

For a moment, I wanted to pull away, scream at him, and demand to know why he called me by her name.

Did he still have feelings for her?

I thought he had chosen me because he had no feelings for her, and he was only being nice to her for the sake of the children.

Why would he say her name? My ego urged me to get out of bed.

I hesitated for a moment, but then I looked into his eyes and made the decision to stay.

He was clearly intoxicated and not in control of his actions.

Perhaps he was reaching out to me out of guilt. If he mistook me for Iris and tried to touch me, it could work in my favor.

Suppressing my anger and pride, I gently ran my fingers along his jaw, pretending to be Iris.

"I’m here, Kash," I said, mimicking Iris’s voice to respond to his call.

He drew closer and kissed me, his lips pressing against mine with increasing intensity.

"Oh Kash, I have waited so long for this," I mumbled, biting my bottom lip.

He broke the kiss temporarily to adjust his hand between my legs and reach for my panties.

I quickly raised my body to help him take it off.

But then he decided to go for the kiss again while pulling the panties down and throwing them away.

As his body pressed against mine, he began to tug at my dress, pulling it down.

Our kiss deepened, his tongue exploring my mouth.

I savored the familiar taste of him, realizing he had been holding back from me.

I shifted my body, closing the gap between us as much as possible.

As our bodies grew unmistakably close, I reached out and turned off the light, letting him stay in the belief that he was with Iris.