Mine!

Chapter forty-eight
Henry
I drive out of the street. My head feels heavy for a known reason. I feel sudden heartbreak, like my heart has been ripped in two.
I know I'm not supposed to feel this way but I don't know why I feel so helpless towards it. I just can't help myself.
Though, I'm still finding it hard to differentiate it. I'm finding it hard to think about why I'm having this weird feeling. I sincerely don't know what's happening to me.
What I felt the other time when I saw Declan kiss her is something I can't comprehend. I'm not supposed to feel anything.
Gosh, Jayde isn't even my wife. She's not Hattie!
She's a nobody! Gosh! I should set this straight. I should let her know I'm aware. I should make her tell me everything she knows about Hattie.
And what she discussed with Declan. I should make her split it all out.
I don't know why I'm hesitating! I fucking don't know why.
I drive into my compound and switch off the engine. I wonder where Declan and Jayde are presently and what they are doing.
I take my phone and dial Declan's line. It rings severally but he didn't pick up. I tried it again and again.
I throw the phone against the car window and watch it scatter. I open the door and walk towards my house.
I don't care! I don't fucking care whatever they might be doing. It doesn't matter, really it doesn't.
They can do whatever for as long as I want. All I want at this moment is a clear explanation of where Hattie is. And I'm going to get that soon.
And I'm going to send Jayde out of my house. I will not have a low born stain my bed, stain my house. If I'm going to be married, I will do it right and get married to Hattie, not some sort of a club girl.
I grab a red wine from the bar. The house is empty as usual. The maids must be in their quarters. I still haven't figured out who the spy is. Though, I don't think that will happen soon.
I pour some content in the cup and look around as if I will see her.
I slump into the sofa and gulp down the content of the wine at once.
I don't know why Beatrice didn't confess the whole thing. She should have let the public know where the real Hattie was. This marriage shouldn't have happened.
Fuck! It shouldn't have!
I drink more of the wine and I start feeling tipsy. I drink more, feeling angry at myself for getting mixed-up emotions and feeling more angrier at Jayde for messing with me.
The moment I look up and I see Jayde walking in, I knew I was very drunk already. I feel so much like it anyways but my brain refuses to register it.
There's a lot I want to tell her but for a reason unknown to me, I don't even feel like talking to my hallucination. I want to talk to the real one and not my imagination.
I drink more of the wine. It feels so weird to continue playing the kissing scene in my head. I don't know why I feel so drunk but my brain isn't.
Must I still need to be thinking about that? When it's the reason why I started drinking. I wanted to get it off my mind. Why is that so hard to do? Why is everything so fucking annoying?
"Did something happen?" A voice asks. I look up at Jayde. She looks so beautiful with her small eyes and her oval shape face. Her lips parted slightly as she watch me.
Gosh! I'm not only seeing her, but I'm also hearing her voice. I laugh. I feel so miserable.
Gosh! I need to get a strong wine. It seems like this isn't strong at all. I keep thinking. I keep doing what I don't want to.
I stand and move forward. It seems like the floor has suddenly gone higher. I lose my balance but an arm was already around me, pulling me to stand firm.
I look beside me at Jayde. My heart stands bolt upright. She wasn't my imagination. I wasn't hallucinating. She's really standing here.
She's still holding me so close to herself. She looks up at me, concerned, "Did something happen?" The feeling that flashes across her face tells me she's really honest with the question.
Does she care for me?
I touch her face slowly, feeling the soft flesh beneath my fingers. I trace her fine jawline and tilt her head. Her perfume mounts to my head. I love her smelling like this.
I move my head forward quickly, my heart beating faster.
Declan kissed her here, I'm going to erase him from this part.
I take her lips in quickly, I feel her hold on me tense. She didn't respond and she didn't surrender either. I didn't stop, I want to erase all Declan from her lips.
How dare he kiss her! Jayde might not be the real Hattie but she was the one I got married to. She's my wife and I own her currently.
Gosh, she tastes so nice. I don't believe Declan tasted her.
I pull back quickly and look at her. Her small eyes seem to widen up, her hold on my falter.
What? Is she disappointed? I'm not as good as Declan?
Fuck! It's driving me crazy!
Well, that first kiss was to take all of Declan from her lips.
Now, I have to put my mark on her! I have to be the last and the only one that will kiss her.
I tilt my head in again. I expect her to recoil away but she didn't. She only closes her eyes and anticipate my lips on hers.
I smile, satisfied as I take her in again. Gosh! Why does she taste so sweet?
I pull her closer to me now, my arms wrap around so that she has no choice but to hold unto me.
She suddenly opens her mouth, surrendering herself to me.
I push my tongue in. Heat rise in me when our tongue touches.
I don't want this to stop! I don't!
I pull back again as I try to catch my breath. Jayde is also doing the same thing. I smooth her hair slowly and pull her to me so we are both on the chair and shes on me.
I stare at her surprised face for a while, before hugging her. I pull her so close to my heart.