Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 14

"Mr. Hopper..." Patrick did not move a muscle but simply looking at her. The girl seemed to have made up her mind. She arched her back and was ready to give him a kiss. Yet Patrick suddenly frowned and pushed her away.

The girl was startled, Charless speechless, Patrick himself confused...

"What's wrong? Are you even interested in women now?"

As if struck by lightning, Patrick stood still and pondered on this strange question.

The new girl whose kiss was rejected kept her eyes wide open, holding her breath.

"Patrick, are you really..." Charles swallowed his saliva and scanned Patrick from head to toe.

Being doubted his mojo, a horrible storm stirred in Patrick's mind, "I don't have a problem. I was a fracking tiger when I had sex with Amelia!"

"Who is this, Amelia?"

"That's my wife!"

"Oh, that's her." Charles slapped his forehead in surprise, "Patrick, have you fallen in love with her?"

"Bullsh*t!" Patrick was so angry that he almost swept the wine glass off the table.

Charles rubbed his nose and said, "Let me rephrase it, do you only like her body and no one else?"

This made a lot more sense than the first one. Patrick held his arms on the back of the sofa, with his mood lightened a little. "Maybe."

Charles offered a suggestion in a flash, "You only like her body? That's easy to fix. Just sleep with her a few more times. Once it starts to get old, you won't have any feelings for her."

Patrick was suddenly enlightened by this piece of advice. He raised his glass and clinked it with Charles'. The strong liquor burns his throat so much the heat spread across his entire body. And that heat turned into an insatiable fire of lust, the desire for Amelia!

The new girl was smart enough to start pouring drinks to the two bosses. Been through high school with Patrick, Charles went down the memory lane with him, recalling the ups and downs, as if they would never run out things to talk about.

"By the way, do you remember Ms. Wallace?"

Patrick held his glass a little tighter, and his drunken eyes turned sharp. He shouted a name, "Melissa Wallace!"

Charles obviously drank too much and said, "Yea, yea, it's her. Ms. Wallace was a beauty at that time. So many of the boys had sexual fantasies about her, including you! Haha!"

"Hey, is it sister-in-law? Your husband is drunk. Can you come to the door and take him in?" "... Oh, okay." She scratched her head and thought,

"What the hell is going on?"

In the chilly night, Amelia put on a thin coat on top of her his nightdress. Recalling on her memory, she had a clear sight of two man at the gate.

"Sister-in-law?" Charles asked.

Somehow, the word "Sister- in- law" did not sound right with an indescribable irony.

She combed back her hair on her cheeks with her hand and replied, "Call me Amelia. Are you his friend?" "Yes, Sullivan, Charles Sullivan." After introducing himself, Charles lifted Patrick's arm and put them around Amelia's shoulder. "I'll leave him to you then."

Amelia held Patrick up, who was so drunk he could not even open his eyes. She told Charles, "Thank you for sending him back. Drive safe."

Charles gave her a wave, got into his Hummer and drove away.

As soon as his fingertips touched Amelia's soft body, Patrick gave her all of his bodyweight. Amelia's shoulders were sinking as Patrick was knocked out out of consciousness.