Babies' Secret: My Ex Wants Me Back!
Chapter 95: We are adult

Chapter 95: We are adult

Chapter 95 – We are adult

Shit

shit

shit

Shit

What has he done?

This shouldn’t have happened. Mathew fluttered his eyes open as the morning sun radiated inside through the opened window, and he blinked, trying to grasp the situation he was in.

Mathew rubbed the side of his head as he felt it splitting from a headache. God damn it! He never drank to stupor in his life, but yesterday he was so hurt that the rational part of him vanished and left him to self-destruct.

Mathew blinked to take in the room he was in and saw the cheap ceiling was different from his room or office; he was in a different environment as his gaze dropped down to see his body was naked under the sheet, then moved to his side to see another entity beside him.

The entity was a woman; her upper body was exposed, which revealed her naked red boobs, and Mathew’s eyes nearly bulged out.

The woman was Amelia. Amelia was naked beside him.

What has he done?! And everything last night juggled back like his favorite song.

Last night.

"I can’t carry him alone," Amelia grunted, trying to hold Mathew, who didn’t move from the counter. "God," she muttered, turning to the bartender with pity eyes. "Can you please..."

"At your service, pink lady," the bartender said, dropping the empty cup. "Where do you want to take him?"

"I don’t think I can bring him myself, he’s too heavy," she mumbled in a soft voice. Even if the bartender helped her to the cab, who would help her to her apartment or Mathew’s own... No one, she was on her own.

"There’s a small motel on the floor above us. You can book a night, then tomorrow."

Amelia blinked in confusion, then nodded when her brain register what he had said. Well, that was a good compromise. "Okay."

And in a swift motion, the bartender hurled Mathew up like he weighed nothing, and Amelia’s eyes nearly bulged out.

"Lead the way, pink lady," the bartender said, and Amelia paraded to the stairs to the motel floor.

When they got there, the bartender, the kind man he was, dropped Mathew on the bed before leaving and saying good night.

Amelia’s heart wanted to burst from her ribcage. She was alone with Mathew in a single room; she paced the room, slapping her flaming cheek.

No! Don’t think that. Just leave, and when he wakes up—

A groan from Mathew pulled her out of her thoughts as she turned to him to see Mathew tossing on the bed, tugging the front of his shirt.

Lemme help him remove his shirt, she grimaced a little, then walked to the bed.

She gently unbuttoned Mathew’s shirt while trying to calm her racing heart. She wasn’t doing anything wrong; she just wanted to change his cloth. Nothing more, nothing less.

When she reached the last button, her hand was grabbed, and she gulped to see Mathew already staring at her with a hooded gaze while blinking.

"Kathy..." he said in a small voice. No, it was in a disbelief whisper. "What are you doing?" he asked, his hands grabbing Amelia’s hand, which came to his cheek as he nuzzled to the hand. "Don’t leave me also, Kathy?" he mumbled.

"I won’t," Amelia said, even though her heart broke at that name. He would never look at her as he looked at her, but she smiled.

"Promise me, Kathy."

"I promise."

"I love you so much that it hurts sometimes. It hurts to breathe," then took the intertwined hands to his lips, placing a kiss on it gently.

Amelia’s breath ragged. "I—"

"No need to say it, Kathy. My love is enough for both of us," he mumbled and pulled Amelia’s head in a swift motion and claimed her lips.

Amelia closed her eyes momentarily, falling into the searing, claiming kiss as still yet the breathing of her was wild.

Mathew pulled away from the kiss, staring at her eyes, "I love you," a kiss on her nose, "I love you," another kiss on her eyes, "I love you," another kiss on her throat. Then trailed wet kisses to her jugular.

Kissing the crook of her neck, licking, then paused as he rested his nose on her neck, inhaled her scent.

"Did you change your shampoo?" he mumbled, then blinked his eyes opened again, "Well, I don’t mind. I love everything about you, Kathy."

And in a moment, Amelia still reeling from what just happened as she was grabbed and put on his hard-on.

"We shouldn’t be doing this," Mathew muttered, paused holding her waist down.

Amelia licked her lower lips, blinked away the tears on her face. She didn’t mind what Mathew said and pulled him closer and kissed him, "It’s okay, if it’s you," she mumbled. She knew this would hurt tomorrow, but she just needed the closeness now.

And they returned to kissing, gently removed each other’s clothes, and threw them away.

"I love you," Mathew said again as he positioned his girth in the wet folder and gently thrust in.

Amelia bit her lips to stop the cry that wanted to escape. She didn’t know it would hurt like this before Mathew touched her lower lips gently, affectionately, and Amelia felt like a fraud because these actions weren’t for her but for another woman.

"Don’t hide your beautiful voice, lemme hear it," Mathew said and took her lips again before thrusting again.

Amelia’s body squirmed, her legs wrapped around his waist as she took in all Mathew offered her.

Amelia had a peaceful expression on her face as she pried her eyes open to see panic-stricken Mathew’s face, and the happiness she was feeling thrumming in her vanished immediately.

"Mathew—" she called, her voice was hoarse yet she cleared her throat, pulling Mathew from his thoughts as she grabbed the blanket, using it to cover her chest.

Mathew, hearing her voice, jolted his head to her, then jumped from the bed before kneeling at the side of the bed, "I’m so sorry," Mathew apologized, his face marred with horror, worry, and panic.

Amelia swallowed hard, tears stung in her eyes. He wasn’t in the wrong, but she was the one. She wasn’t the drunk one. And she knew what was happening but didn’t stop it from happening.

"We are adults," she said softly, gulping down the sob that wanted to rip from her throat, "it was just a mistake. It’s okay. Just a one-night stand," Amelia laughed but the laugh was detached.

"No," Mathew countered, "This wasn’t a mistake." he bowed, "I shouldn’t have forced myself on you," Mathew said.

Amelia tried to move but released a squeak sound and winced from her lower back. And sore between her thighs. They had gone round after round like a barbarian before she fainted, right?

"You didn’t force me," she said, "We consented to it or rather just a drunken mistake."

Mathew raised his head to look at Amelia, who had a smile on her face, and he felt like a douchebag. Despite what he did, Amelia still smiled at him. He could see red marks, bite marks on her collarbone, chest like she was bitten by a rabid dog, which was him.

Mathew dropped his head; he broke the protocol, slept with his employee. And how could he do that?! Shared a night with Amelia at the moment when he was supposed to be numb and heartbroken.

How did he have the energy to jump on Amelia? Guilt and regret gnawed at him. How could he make it right after this? Amelia was a friend to him that they bonded through similar hobbies, now he had fucked up.

How could he face Amelia? Amelia was a kind, understanding woman, and he cared for her as a friend, and his heart still belonged to Katherine.

"Don’t let guilt eat you up, Mathew," Amelia called, hating how hunched Mathew looked. She didn’t want that.

"But—"

"I said it is okay. We can forget about it," she muttered. She wanted to keep the memory to herself; she didn’t want Mathew’s guilty face to stick in her heart.

"I—"

Amelia narrowed her eyes, "With the way you are doing, I’ll think you have a crush on me after a one-night stand," she joked, and Mathew sighed in relief.

Mathew knew Amelia didn’t want him to regret and make it awkward between them, "Thank you," he muttered honestly and sincerely.

"You are welcome and next time." Amelia started, and Mathew’s ears picked up, and he gulped. "Next time go gentle on my poor body... You were rough," she mumbled.

And redness coated both of their cheeks from embarrassment.

Mathew looked away awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck, flustered. "I’m sorry," he mumbled.

And Amelia laughed out, liking the shyness on his face. Mathew has always been like that.

"Take," Amelia threw shorts at Mathew. "You’ll want to cover up, or I’ll think you are seducing me again."

And Mathew blushed again, picking the thrown shorts and using them to cover his front before running to the bathroom, not after hearing Amelia’s laughter.

So adorable, Amelia thought and tried to take care of herself also.