Her Substitute Groom

Janice POV

I felt sore all over my body, especially between my legs. It still felt like his dick was still inside me. Well, it was a memorable one for the first time, and although I felt pain, I couldn’t deny the fact that I enjoyed every bit of it and wanted more of him.

“Are you sure I should not come with you?” I asked as I watched him get dressed in front of the mirror after he came out of the bathroom minutes ago.

“Yes. I don’t think you should. Rest at home. It’s not going to take much time,” He assured me, and I nodded. It’s not that I would be able to go with him even if he asked me to, anyway. Not with these painful legs that I wasn’t sure I would be able to walk straight.

“Hmm,” I nodded.

“We should go on a date when I come back. What do you think?” He asked as he turned to face me with a smile on his face, and I nodded.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” I replied to him, and he smiled again.

“You’re good? You don’t look like you are,” He asked and I couldn’t deny the fact that I was jealous and angry at the thought of him meeting Liana there.

“Hmm. I’m fine,” I nodded, and he scoffed.

“I know you’re not. Come on, talk to me. Are you worried about something?” He came to sit beside me on the bed and took my hands into his, squeezing them gently, and I sighed.

“I said I’m fine,” I insisted, but he rolled his eyes.

“I could bet with my life that you’re not. Come on, talk to me. What is wrong? Are you worried about something?” He insisted as he cupped my cheek in his palm and leaned forward. He pecked my lips and pulled away.

“Come on, tell me,” He urged me, and I didn’t have a choice at that moment.

“Is Liana going there too?” I asked, and his face dilated in shock.

“Is that why you’re sad?” He squinted his eyebrows, and I scoffed. For fuck’s sake, is that not enough to be sad?

“Yes, she’s coming, but you can trust me. I’m not going to talk to her. I promise,” He assured me but I still didn’t feel like trusting his words. How was I supposed to trust the words of a playboy? What if he changed his mind later and decided to sleep with her? What if… Just what if? Too many thoughts ran through my mind even though I didn’t want to think about them.

“You don’t believe me, do you?” He caressed my cheek, but I turned my face away, and he sighed.

“Come on, Sunshine. I wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt you, OK? I would’ve asked you to come with me, but I can’t have you stress yourself after last night and this morning. You need to get maximum rest to recover the energy you lost,” He assured me, and I tried to trust him. Maybe just this once.

“Hmm,” I finally nodded my head and he smiled.

“Come here sweetheart,” He whined as he pulled me into his arms and hugged me tightly like his life depended on it.

“I’m going to miss you so much. Don’t worry, Sunshine, I will be back before you know it. The shooting is just going to take a few hours to pull through with,” He uttered as he patted my back, and I nodded. He finally pulled away from me then kissed my cheeks and stood up.

“See ya. Call me if you need anything,” He uttered after he grabbed his phone from the nightstand, and I nodded.

“I love you,” He blew me a kiss before he finally walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

Being alone at home was going to be boring, so I decided to call Ace.

“Hey, what’s up?” His voice sounded from the other end as soon as he answered the phone.

“Yeah. Good morning,”

“Yeah. You’re good?” He asked, and I nodded as if he was here with me.

“Yeah, I’m good. Are you free this morning? I’m bored at home and was thinking of hanging out with you,” I demanded, and he groaned.

“I’m sorry, princess, but I don’t think that’s going to work. I have a date with a client now, and I have a shoot after then, so my schedule is a bit tight now,” He explained to me, and I guess I would be spending the whole day at home doing nothing.

“Alright,”

“Let’s make it some other time. I got a call from home that I need to be back in LA soon, so I’ll be going back first thing tomorrow morning. Let’s hang out when you get back to LA,” He said to me and I said it was fine. The call finally disconnected, and I guess I was left alone to myself then.

“Such a waste of time,” I muttered as I tossed my phone on the bed and lay down afterward to get some sleep.

‘Carl’ His name strangely played in my head, the imagination of him being in the room struck me weirdly, and I snapped my eyes open. My heart pounded hard against my chest as I quickly sat up on the bed and looked around the room, frightened.

“What the fuck!” I whispered and breathed out when I saw nothing. There’s no way I could’ve seen him, right? I mean he was fucking dead months ago.

“Maybe I’m just tired from the sex,” I concluded as I forced myself from the bed and limped over to the window. The pain was still there, reminding me of everything that happened last night, and I didn’t have any regret, instead, I felt satisfied and excited that I finally had sex with him.

I leaned over the window and stared at the beautiful blue sky, a smile laced up my lips. Just a few years ago I was living in the street, trying to survive, and from there to the street where I had to work to make ends meet, getting involved in shits I never wanted, and all that, how I stole from Connor thinking we would never meet again like my every other client, how fate brought us back together, how we got married, the challenges we’ve had to face all these months, and here we were today, madly in love with each other.

“It’s crazy… Really crazy,” I muttered and scoffed amusingly.

My phone beeped and I looked back to find the screen light on with a text on the screen. I limped back to the bed and sat on it, picking up the phone.

‘Hey, Janice. It has been a while. Let’s meet tonight at Baldwin’s Cafe shop. You wouldn’t want to miss this chance of seeing me, trust me’ Was the text from a strange number I had never seen before, and I raised my eyebrows, confused and shocked. Quickly, I dialed the number but it said it wasn’t reachable, and I scoffed.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Is that a mistake?” I mumbled even though I knew that it was not a mistake. Whoever the person was, mentioned my name at the beginning of the text, which only meant that I was the right recipient. Who sent the text? I asked myself as I read through the text over and over again…