Chapter 27 The Drunken Man
Bella glanced at Sterling's phone in her hand, then at Sterling strolling out of the bathroom. She blurted out, "Your phone rang. Thought it might be something big, so I picked it up and was gonna tell you when you get out."
"Who is that?" Sterling asked, not even a hint of annoyance in his eyes, just a bit curious.
"Your assistant. She said she's waiting for you at the hotel," Bella said, watching his face like a hawk.
To her surprise, Sterling's face was a blank slate.
"Got it," he nodded, grabbing a towel to dry his hair.
Bella couldn't help but notice how chiseled Sterling's muscles were, like something out of a Michelangelo sculpture.
As he walked towards her, Bella's heart started racing, and she shut her eyes, bracing herself for whatever was coming next.
But to her shock, Sterling just walked past her, grabbed his clothes from the bed, and started getting dressed.
The door clicked shut, and Bella opened her eyes to find the room empty.
'Is he off to see Debra?' Bella thought with a sigh.
Made sense, really. They were married, but love? Not so much.
That night, Bella tossed and turned, insomnia hitting hard. She ended up scrolling through some designer works on her phone, hoping for a spark of inspiration.
Late into the night, her phone buzzed, Sterling's name lighting up the screen.
'Why's he calling? Shouldn't he be with Debra? Or is it Debra calling to rub it in?' Bella wondered, remembering how she'd once mocked Debra.
After a moment's hesitation, she picked up. If it was Sterling and she didn't answer, he'd probably be pissed.
A man's voice came through, but it wasn't Sterling.
"Is that Mrs. Windsor? Mr. Windsor's drunk. Can you come get him?" The guy gave an address—it was a bar.
Bella was puzzled. 'Shouldn't he be with Debra? What's he doing at a bar?'
Confused but determined, Bella agreed to pick him up. She called Owen to tag along for safety.
When they pulled up to the bar, Bella spotted Sterling right away, being held up by two guys. He looked hammered.
Bella rushed over to help. "Thanks. You guys friends of Sterling?"
The two men nodded.
"Hey, Mrs. Windsor. I'm Colin Rivera."
"And I'm Micah Hughes."
They introduced themselves. From their fancy clothes, Bella figured they were probably from rich, influential families. No way they'd be drinking with Sterling otherwise.
"Thanks for calling me. When Sterling wakes up, I'll make sure he thanks you properly," Bella said, helping Sterling into the car.
As they drove off, Micah turned to Colin. "That Bella, she's the one Sterling adopted, right?"
Colin nodded. "Yeah, didn't think he'd end up raising his own wife."
"Knowing him, it's gotta be more complicated than that," Micah smirked, watching the car disappear.
Bella had no clue Sterling's buddies were gossiping about her. Even if she did, she wouldn't care. Ever since that scandal three years ago, she'd gotten used to people talking behind her back.
After dragging Sterling into the villa and onto the bed, Bella collapsed at the bedside, panting.
Sterling was heavy, and even with Owen's help, most of the weight fell on her because Owen was getting up there in age.
Once she caught her breath, Bella grabbed a towel, wet it, and started wiping Sterling's face.
"Hot," Sterling mumbled.
Bella hesitated, then started unbuttoning his shirt. Soon, his chiseled chest was exposed.
But he was still hot. Bella glanced at his pants, unsure.
'Come on, Bella, you're his wife. Helping your husband out of his pants is no big deal, right?' she thought, psyching herself up before pulling off his pants.
Once they were off, she calmed down a bit.
She left his underwear on but carefully wiped him down with the wet towel to make sure he'd be comfortable.
After finishing up, Bella sat by the bed, watching him sleep. She hesitated, then climbed into bed next to him.
'We're a couple, we're a couple,' she kept telling herself.
Suddenly, she felt a hand on her abdomen, pulling her closer.
The mix of his scent and the strong smell of alcohol made her breath quicken. With his hot body pressed against her, her heart started racing.
Then Sterling's voice broke the silence.
"I wanna puke," he mumbled.
Bella snapped out of it, jumped out of bed, and rushed to the bathroom for a trash can.
She helped him to the bedside, and he started puking into the trash can.
She had no idea how much he'd drunk, but he kept throwing up all night. The whole room reeked of alcohol.
The stench made it impossible for Bella to sleep.
Near dawn, she finally confirmed he was done puking. She cleaned up the trash can and headed to her own room.
Finally, she could get some sleep. At least this room didn't smell like a bar. But she hadn't been asleep long before her alarm went off. Time to get to work.
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