Take off Your Clothes
1397 Words
Serina was seeing double and simpered, "Take off your clothes! I never had s*x in my 22 years. You are so lucky!"
As she spoke, she sat up and slid her hand to his collar, gripping it. "Do it now!"
"Let go!"
He felt humiliated that his shirt was clasped by some woman. No one had dared to do it before!
"I will not. I'll help you take these off." She groped for his buttons but couldn't undo them. So, she lifted his shirt and asked, "Hey, do you have abs?"
Then, she touched his groin.
His body tensing, he hastily took hold of her wrist and ordered, "If you don't stop, I will show you who I am."
"What? Please do! Don't be a stranger with me."
"Serina! You've asked for it!"
He rolled and pinned her beneath him.
...
A loud scream shattered the silence when Serina saw a handsome face up close in the morning.
"Who are you?" She cowered to the foot of the bed holding the blanket.
Derek slowly sat up, and a smile lifted his lip corners. Gazing at the frightened "rabbit", he remembered how she had been last night.
She had trembled beneath him, and her moans were still echoing in his ears.
"Why didn't you ask me who I was when you begged me to make love to you?"
He lifted the blanket and got out of bed, only wearing boxers. His lean muscular caramel-colored legs were there for her to admire.
Without doubt, Derek had a perfect chiseled figure. His Apollo's Belt was so enticing.
This was the first time she had seen a half-naked man.
She covered her eyes with one hand and said, "Who exactly are you?"
He gracefully put on his clothes and picked up the two marriage licenses on the nightstand, throwing them at her face.
She opened one and widened her eyes. The man in the photo was Ernest, but the name was Derek!
She looked at the licenses and then at Derek. He did look like Ernest, only a bit older.
Derek snatched them away from her.
"I'm going to the UK today. I'll be back in a week. Stay here for the time being. I believe Ernest will tell you everything you want to know."
With that, he smirked and left the bedroom with the licenses.
Left to her thoughts, she blankly stared ahead and had no idea what was going on.
As soon as Derek opened the door, he saw Ernest pacing outside it.
"Derek, Derek...."
"Ernest, you stole my ID card and got me married in city hall. You fooled around at a bar and passed out drunk. I'm not forgetting this."
"I...."
Derek darted him a terrifying glance, and Ernest bit his tongue.
"She hasn't got up yet. Wait here." At that, Derek walked away. The secretary had been waiting for him for long and respectfully followed behind him.
Serina was surprised when she saw a group of people wearing the same uniform enter the room with clothes and shoes in their hands.
"Ms. Serina, your clothes are here. Do you need me to help you change?" smiled a woman in her thirties with her black hair tied up behind her head.
"No need! I'll do it myself!" Serina was scared by their hospitality. "Put them down and leave!"
"Alright, if you need anything, just call me. I am the housekeeper and your personal maid. Just call me Molly."
Serina nodded.
Molly left with the servants.
Serina took a deep breath and picked up the clothes.
Sweet Jesus!
They had even brought lingerie, underwear, and socks. And all of them were of designer brand!
He was so rich and generous!
Just as she was dressed, she heard a knock on the door. "Serina, are you ready? I'm going in!"
It was Ernest.
"Come in!" She had a bone to pick with him!
As soon as he opened the door, a pillow hit him. He was startled.
"Ernest! Explain to me what the hell is going on!"
"Calm down. Relax. Hear me out."
"Shame on you! Isn't the plan we get married and make those bastards jealous? Why am I suddenly someone else's wife?"
She had so many questions!
He scratched his head and mumbled, "Well, I took the wrong ID card yesterday. To be exact, I stole it."
"You stole an ID card?" She patted her head and said, "I'm not sober. But why did you have to steal your own ID card?"
He plopped down on the big bed and explained, "It's a long story. Derek.... He is my uncle. He found out I snuck to Italy and withheld my ID card. I was drunk when I stole it, so I got the wrong one."
"Derek is your uncle?" She was astonished and excited. "He is the omnipotent Great Demon King?"
Ernest nodded.
"Holy crap! Then I'm your aunt now?"
Ernest didn't want to admit that.
She rolled her bright eyes.
"But don't worry. He doesn't have time to deal with you. When he comes back, he will definitely divorce you. I promise to kick those bastards' asses when this blows over!"
Ernest extended three fingers and motioned a promise.
Then he nudged her arm and said, "My uncle is gay. So, he definitely didn't touch you last night."
She gaped at him in disbelief!
"You said he was..."
"He's gay. But don't blabber about it. The reporters who dared to release this are all out of jobs, and the newspapers and magazines they worked for were shut down. So, the consequences would be unthinkable."
Serina bit her tongue. But she remembered they did it last night....
"You don't need to be afraid. He wouldn't do anything to you. This was my mistake. At most, he would throw me some punches."
His face said he would sacrifice himself for their cause.
"He hits people?"
Who would do that in this civilized society? Moreover, Ernest was already twenty-one, so why would Derek punish him that way?
"That is another secret in our family. My uncle is inclined to violence. When you talk about divorce, you must be careful. If you piss him off, you will be finished."
Serina's mouth was so wide-open that a bulb would fit in!
Who did she marry?
"Serina, actually, last night...."
Ernest was about to say something when the butler Henry Geller said at the door, "Mr. Ernest, Mr. Derek said you should hurry to S City for the shooting. Your manager, Lucas, is waiting for you in the living room."
Serina looked at the man in his fifties and then at Ernest's long face.
"I knew it would be like this. Alright, I'm leaving. Text me if you need anything!" Ernest stood up listlessly and trailed towards the door.
Ernest's eyes dimmed as he walked out of the door. He glanced at the bedroom out of the corner of his eye in disappointment.
She sat beside the headboard and dangled her legs, as if she was deep in thought.
Ernest stifled his displeasure and quickly left.
The phone at the nightstand rang, and Serina walked over to pick it up. When she saw the number, she couldn't help but roll her eyes.
But she still answered the phone, "Hello!"
"Serina, where are you? The entire family is looking for you like crazy!"
"I'm sorry to disappoint you. I'm not dead yet."
"Serina! What does that mean? Serina, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have.... But don't blame Clara. She's the victim. I got drunk that night...."
"Stop! Stop! She's the victim? Then what am I? Sammy, tell me. What am I?"
They had known each other since they were born and had been engaged since then. From kindergarten onwards, Sammy had been telling everyone Serina was his fiancé.
There was a short silence. "Serina, I...."
Just as Serina was about to speak, she heard a cry over the phone. It was so pitiable that she wished she could get over there and comfort the poor soul.
"Sammy, Serina wouldn't forgive me? It's all my fault. I'm to blame. Please ask her to come back. I'll leave."
"Clara, stop blaming yourself. This is my fault."
Serina found them ridiculous and hung up!
Dad had already agreed to their marriage. Whom was this show for?
Serina gripped her phone as a plan matured in her mind.
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