Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

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?"

almost swept the wine glass off

and said, "Let me rephrase it, do you only like her body

his arms on the back of the sofa, with his mood lightened a

with her a few more times. Once

liquor burns his throat so much the heat spread across his entire body. And that heat turned into an insatiable fire of lust, the

Been through high school with Patrick, Charles went down the memory lane with him, recalling the ups and downs, as if they would never

way, do you remember

his glass a little tighter, and his drunken eyes turned sharp. He shouted

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

wine glass broke into pieces in Patrick's palm. The girl shouted,

seem to feel any pain at all. His piercing gaze punctured straight into Charles' eyes, giving Charles a chill in his spine. He got a little sober because of it. Realizing that his mistake, Charles explained, "I know, Patrick, Ms Wallace is like a goddess to you. I shouldn't have joked about your love. I just never thought that you

bleeding cut in his palm and slowly tightened it, amplifying his pain. "I hate her

girl snapped out of it and suggested with her voice still trembling, "Mr. Hopper and

the wound. He got up and said, "Charles, it's

he known this earlier, he would not have mentioned Melissa Wallace. "No. You're drunk as a skunk. You can't drive home with you hand

In the Hopper residence.