Got Drunk (1)

The waiter prepared four wine goblets for them as he opened the bottle of wine with a corkscrew. He maneuvered with elegance and grace which made two women admire the waiter.

Mikhail noticed the dreamy face Belle had and it made him sour.

"You're dismissed..." as he literally chased the waiter away to break Belle's and Yasmin's reverie.

Amir did even bother but he clearly knew that he felt jealous towards the waiter. He just had not shown his feelings on the surface.

The wine was quite old and had a brownish color. It indicated how precious the wine was so as it taste.

Yasmin drank it like fish who needed water or the camel that had been deprived for how many weeks without water in the desert. Soon, the bottle-filled wine reduced to half-filled as Yasmin continuously poured for herself and Belle.

The latter did not utter any word since she had made her steak flew. She's been embarrassed enough so she had to keep her silence. Mikhail did not bother asking her as he knew why the woman became silent. Instead, he talked to his father about his other siblings.

"Did Tamara went home?"

"No... Last year, she did... She thought of travelling the world alone..." Amir said with such indifference.

"How about the twins?" Mikhail had lost his contacts with his siblings when he took over the position of lording the country S. He had been too busy to kept in touch with them and some of his siblings did not have a great relationship with him so he decided not to keep in touch from time to time.

Amir knew this basically because they had been brought up by him and Yasmin.

"They're the boarding school maybe they will come home this holidays... Your mother usually had the time to keep in touch with them..."

"Is that so?" Mikhail raised a brow with this. He knew that his siblings had different temperament and different attitudes so it's not easily to make them at home when someone just wanted them to. They all valued their freedom and they will do anything just to be free even if they had to disobey their parents.

Amir did not confirm nor deny it. He kept on glancing at the woman beside him which already painted with red due to the alcohol intake.

Belle did not do well either and it was the time they head home. Mikhail called the waiter and settled their bill before walking out from the restaurant.

It was almost midnight and the place was almost deserted. The only people roamed around were the police and the private men of Khaled family. Some of the establishments were already closed and some were just starting to do their business.

Amir placed Yasmin at the back seat and made sure she's comfortable before he scooted himself over beside her. He let the head of Yasmin rest on his shoulders and he closed his eyes. Mikhail buckled Belle in the passenger's seat beside him before he ran around to the driver seat and drove away from the restaurant.

The shopping bags were on the trunk of the car because he instructed some valet to move the things in there. So, they left the restaurant without worries.

They shortly arrived at the palace while carrying one women each on their arms. Amir went straight to their room and placed Yasmin on the bed carefully. He made sure that the woman will not have any sore spot in the morning before he stood and walked towards the door.

He was about to open when Yasmin yanked and dragged him back to the bed.

She climbed on top of her husband. Her hair was in mess and some of it touched Amir's face.

She looked at him and tried to focus but the wine she drank overpowere her. She fell straight to her husband's face and they kissed accidentally.

Then, she tried to get up again but failed. She fell again and their lips once locked with each other.

Petrified, Amir did not have the courage to move so just stared there, staring at his wife's drunken face.

He brushed the fallen hair on the back of her ear and discovered that Yasmin is on the verge of crying.

He wiped the threatening tears away with such care.

"Shhhh.... Don't cry..." Amir wanted to stop her. His voice was the kindest voice he sounded ever since they married.

Yasmin on the other hand could not help but burst into tears. She buried her face on his neck before biting it hard.

That bite severed the thread of endurance he had and he did not care if he hurt Yasmin. His rationality flew out to the window.

In the midst of their straineous activity, he tried not to hurt Yasmin and just made love to her passionately.

If Yasmin was quite proactive that was because she was trained by him.