Chapter 6 6

Elena.

In the morning, as I was moving around, turning here and there, I bumped into something-a soft, bare body.

At first, I thought I was dreaming, but suddenly I opened my eyes and found him next to me. He was naked.

I jumped up quickly and screamed.

He woke up, startled, and looked at me. I quickly pieced together what had happened.

I rushed to pull the bed cover over myself and wrapped it around me. Then I slumped back down, squeezed my eyes shut, and covered my face with my hands when I realized I'd left him naked on the bed.

He got up calmly, took his robe from the chair, and put it on. Then he grabbed a notepad and pen from the bedside table and wrote to me:

"Why are you so shocked? We spent the night together last night. We're married now, and we've completed our marriage."

I looked at him. I knew he was my husband now, that he was my family, and that we were together. But I couldn't imagine what had actually happened. I was trying to remember: Was I drunk? But I hadn't had any alcohol, so what happened to me?

Then I remembered the bottle I drank from outside. Was that juice, or was it medicine, or something else?

I tried to recall, then decided to ask him. I said, "There was a bottle outside that I drank from. What was that?"

He wrote back, "What bottle?"

I said, "The bottle-I'll just go get it from outside."

I went out, but it was gone. I came back and told him, "There was a clear bottle with writing on it, but I didn't pay attention to what it was. I thought it was a drink. I smelled it, and it smelled really good, like strawberries. I love strawberries, so I drank it. But after that... I don't know, things got strange for me."

I was nervous telling him all this, but I really wanted him to understand that I wasn't myself last night. I mean, I was happy and everything, but there was something weird, something that made my body react that way.

He wrote: "Yes, it was a kind of drink, but there's no alcohol, no medicine, nothing special. It's kind of like juice."

After he wrote that, I started to calm down. So, if what he's saying is true, then it was really me who wanted him, my body that wanted him. That means something really did happen between us.

As I was thinking about all this, I looked at him, and it was like he was trying to read my mind or my eyes.

But of course, he didn't say anything or write anything else.

And I didn't know what was wrong with my words or why he wouldn't say more. I remembered that last night, if I'm not mistaken, he did actually say a word-he spoke and said "heir" when I asked him for something. Suddenly, I remembered what I'd asked him and shut my eyes in embarrassment. I said, "Oh my god, I asked you to make me pregnant."

He nodded, then wrote, "Do you have Alzheimer's? Do you have some illness that makes you forget?"

I turned away quickly and tried to get dressed. I told him, "Honestly, I'm really embarrassed. I've never done anything like this in my life. I never thought it would be like this from the very first day. I'm just trying to find a reason for what happened. Was it my body that wanted you, or my mind, or my heart, or maybe it's just that we're... True mates?"

I said it-I asked him, because I couldn't hide how I felt anymore. I waited for him to write me something, but he didn't. Instead, he came closer to me, put his hand on my shoulder, then lifted my chin and looked at me. He didn't say anything, but I think he mouthed something very softly-maybe I understood it from his lips. "Birthday"

Suddenly, I remembered and smacked my forehead: My birthday! Wasn't my birthday supposed to be last week, the same day we got married? I was supposed to turn 18. That was my wedding day, and then I spent a week in a coma. What does he mean? Maybe he wanted to surprise me for my birthday? Or what?!

He pressed his lips to mine for a quick kiss, then walked over to his big desk in the room and brought back his wallet. The whole time, I was just standing there, trying to process everything that had happened so suddenly.

He came over to me and opened his wallet, showing me the cards inside. There were so many cards-silver, gold, black. I didn't even have a bank account. I had no idea about these things. I'd hardly ever held money in my hand before. The last time I worked, I used to help with chores at home or do small jobs, sometimes selling things with my mother. I'd get paid in cash, right in my hand.

I'd never seen so much money, and I didn't know how to deal with any of this. So, of course, I refused. I knew he was offering me one of his cards, but I said no and pushed his hand away.

I told him, "I can't take it. If I need anything, I'll ask you."

He looked at me in surprise, but I repeated, "If I need anything, I'll ask you. Or better yet, I'll tell you, 'Come with me, let's go get it together.'"

But he insisted, taking out one card and handing it to me. I asked, "Which card is the least valuable?" He didn't answer, but gave me the silver card. I assumed that must be the lowest one, so I took it and thanked him, standing awkwardly and blushing.

He took his phone out and typed a message:

"I have to go now-I have some work and a meeting. The staff will be with you. If you want to buy anything, the driver, security, and secretary will go with you. If anything happens, they'll message me. And if you want to message me, I got you a new phone-it's next to your bed. I already put my number in it."

He wrote all this while I read each word, one by one. What was strange was that he seemed to be writing quickly, maybe afraid I'd get bored. But I wasn't bored at all.

Actually, the writing felt nice, like something new. I never really had friends-I had a few neighbors I called friends, but nobody close. So just reading what he wrote, in his own handwriting, or getting a message from him on my phone, felt special.

I thanked him again. "Thank you so much. I really am very happy."

He smiled, trying to hide it, then wrote, "Thank me for what? I'm your husband." Then he patted my head like I was a little kid and went into the bathroom for a shower.

Honestly, I was so embarrassed-I told him, "It's just...," and the smile on my face was probably as shy as I felt inside.

But suddenly, before closing the bathroom door, he opened it again, poked his head out, and gestured to me. I got closer, not understanding what he wanted. He threw the cover I was wrapped in to the floor, pulled me inside with him, and closed the door.

The moment he pulled me in, I lost all sense except for the feeling of pleasure. My mind went blank, my body responded to him, my heart was racing like crazy.

It was like he had put a spell on me. I had just met him, just seen him for the first time. Sure, he was very handsome, amazing body and everything, but what was this electric reaction in my body? How could my body get so hot from just a touch? How could he take my lips like that, all at once, and I'd just melt in his arms?