Got Drunk (2)

As his parents were drowned in their love at the other part of the palace, Mikhail wanted to do the same however, the woman in his arms is already soundly asleep.

Or so that was he thought.

Belle could only pretend that she's asleep as she felt the warmth in his embrace. She could not do anything because she felt like she did not have energy left and was fully consumed by the beverage they had.

Throughout the dinner, she could feel his advances. She noticed the 180 degree change of his attitude towards her in front of his parents.

No one could tell that they were only pretending as he doted on her so much the entire evening. Truthfully, she wanted to thank him and get this opportunity to sincerely thank him but then he was overly attentive towards her and it made her conscious of her actions.

Thus, she erased the thought of thanking him. And in the end, she was carried by him to their own bed.

She tightly shut her eyes and pretended to be sleeping until when Mikhail started to undress her.

His arms were cold and every touch of his made her tremble. It was quite contradicting as she felt hot all of a sudden.

Her eyes that were shut tightly opened widely and stared at the man incredulously.

"What are you doing?" she exclaimed in shock.

"Changing you..." he flatly answered as he went back to undressing her.

"I'll... I'll do it myself... I... can do... do.. it.." she nervously denied his attempt.

"What's there to hide? I have seen everything..." he really wanted to roll his eyes in front of this woman but it would be so out of his character to do it.

"You!" she really could not find words to describe his shamelessness.

"What?" Mikhail inched himself closer to the lying Belle.

"Hmp!" she puffed in anger.

"I thought you were sleeping and I don't want you to reek of alcohol when you sleep so that's why I wanted you to change..." Mikhail suddenly became a blab. He even tried to explain his actions earlier.

"Wait... Are you drunk?" Belle suddenly had a conclusion. Unless he's not then does that mean the man did not just want to talk to her about things?

Mikhail stared at her intently. It was a stare that could pierce through her walls and could see through her soul.

"No... I just don't want you to misunderstand..." Mikhail got up from the bed. He wanted to have a warm shower.

"You're drunk..." Belle tried to got up but then, her dress that was brought by Yasmin fell off from her body and flopped down to the carpet which left her with her underwear.

"Nope.. I'm not..." Mikhail did not remove his eyes from her beautiful face which turned red. She squatted down immediately. Leaving her long hair cover the rest of her body.

"Don't look!!" she shouted out of embarrassment.

Mikhail walked two steps back and squatted before her. He pulled up her chin to look straight to her eyes which was slightly misty.

Mikhail faintly smiled and looked at her with an unwavering gaze.

"What's funny... Hurry up and turn around..." Belle said. Her face had became red and she wanted to hide herself away from his piercing gaze.

She felt that those eyes were sucking her and had seen through everything.

"What's there to be embarrassed about... I've seen everything.." his voice were alluring and seductive.

Not long after that stare, his face covered hers and a slight peck on her lips is made.

Shocked, Belle wanted to get up but then the man had princess-carried her to the bathroom without her permission. He strode elegantly across the room with her in his arms.

He hoisted her up like a delicate object and his strong arms made her secure. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck and looked at his handsome face.

The devil has caught his prey finally.

Belle could not help but feel that she had fallen into the deepest abyss. She had sensed the impending danger but it was all too late.

The bathroom door had been tightly shut.

He had already placed her in the bathtub and what shocked her more was that she was not wearing anything.

Then, she closed her eyes to think about the swift actions the man had made but then, a strong and sturdy chest was at her back. His arms encircled at her flat stomach something hard had poked at her back.

"What are you doing here?" Belle wanted to slice someone with her katana.

"Bathing..."