Page 121 of One Nightstand With My Ex's Uncle

JOHN’S POV.

Panic seemed to light up on her face, as she realized I had drugged her. She closed her eyes tight, and opened them wide.

“Damn you. You drugged me. Why? John, you…” She managed to say, and blinked rapidly, trying to clear her vision, which was probably blurry, and a little dark.

I twirled my drink in my glass. “Relax. Nothing’s going to come out of you fighting anyway.” I said, with a smile.

Her eyes filled with angry tears, and she held her head, trying to breathe calmly.

“It was so hard to get this drug, you know?” I said, and looked at her glass.

It had actually been easier than I expected. Emily had been so easy to fool. First, she had sweetly waited for friends that would never come, and had easily fallen for my trick when I asked to see the fastest drinker.

I needed something quite effective, and her drinking it all had been the best way to get it to work quickly.

My friends had tried so hard to get the drug for me because the next time she peed, even doctors wouldn’t be able to trace whatever drug was infused into her bloodstream.

She looked at me with her eyes holding fierceness, and tried to get to her feet.

“Emily, you’ll only embarrass yourself.”

“You can’t do this to me.” She said in a whisper, and continued to try to stand. Unfortunately, halfway there, her knees buckled, and sent her sprawling backwards on her chair. The people around us looked at her, and I bit my lip.

“No. I… I can’t… no.” She said, weakly.

“Are you kidding me? You only had two cocktails. How would you get drunk from only two?” I asked her smiling, and she closed her eyes, trying to breathe evenly, and regain control of herself, she didn’t need to.

Her body was probably heavier than she could afford at the moment.

Even her eyelids would be tired of staying open.

“It’s time to go home.” I said, getting up. I took her by the shoulders, and raised her. She staggered against me, and I wrapped her arm around my shoulder, and mine around her waist.

“Damn you. Damn you, John.” She whispered, and I smiled, taking her coat off her chair.

“Her bag.” A lady pointed behind me, and I looked back.

“Oh, thanks.” I said, grabbing the bag from the chair.

I tried moving, but Emily’s legs seemed to only move sideways. She was walking like her legs had lost control, and gone crazy. Eventually, I had to lift her.

“Aww, isn’t that John Granger?”

“Yes, he’s still with Emily Waston?”

“I saw them building a house of cards at their family’s Christmas party.”

“So romantic.”

The people spoke more about us, and I enjoyed it. They wouldn’t be disappointed.

As I stepped out into the snow, trying hard to keep Emily’s surprisingly weighty figure safe in my arms, I saw a few people handing out flyers, questioning the people they gave the flyers to.

“Damn.” I muttered. I didn’t need people badgering me at the moment. As they moved closer, reaching more people. I tried to hurry to my car, and right in front of it, I stumbled, and Emily tumbled to the ground.

A lot of people came to us immediately, expressing their concern, and I swore.

Why did I bother walking fast? The flyer people might not have bothered me, and even if they did, I could have easily declined, and refused to answer whatever questions they had.

“Help.” Emily croaked out.

“Oh, come on. You had only two cocktails, and you’re this weak?” I asked loudly, trying to lift her again.

She held onto a lady’s coat, “Please don’t let him take me.” She said.

“Gosh, what are you saying? I know you want to stay out, but we have to go home. I’ll wake you twenty minutes to the New year. Just let’s go home. It’s cold.” I said, finally lifting her. “Gosh, you’re heavy.” I said, and smiled at the people looking at us.

A man helped me open my car door, and I dropped Emily inside. She almost fell to the floor, while trying to move, and I had to adjust her. She managed to grab my hair, and I was surprised by the strength she mustered, but it wasn’t enough.

I took her hand off, and closed the door, getting into the driver’s seat.

“Thank you. A happy new year in advance.” I said to the people, and drove off. “Phew.” I breathed out.

When we got to the Granger Compound, I lifted her out of the car, and walked briskly to our mansion. I didn’t want any nosy people seeing us, and deciding they wanted to bug me.

Someone like Sadie.

The foyer was dark. So were the two connected living rooms. The maids had all gone to welcome the New Year with their family.

“Well, I guess everyone’s having a happy new year.” I grunted.

I tried to close the door, and Emily deliberately tumbled out of my hands to the floor.

Why was she so desperate to fight? She ought to know when to give up.

“There’s no saving you. Come on.” I said, and she tried to rise. However, before she could stand halfway, she crashed to the floor, and tried to drag herself away.

Sick of watching the pathetic scene, I went to her, and picked her up. If Lucas happened to be home, and saw us, it would be game over.

I crossed into the second living room, and went up the stairs quickly. It was only when we were safely enclosed in the four corners of my room that I relaxed.

I placed her into a chair, and dragged her to the center of the room.

“Relax, Emily. You’re not dying.” I said, placing a table, and chair in front of her.

“John, stop. Stop.” She shivered, and I dumped her coat and bag on the back of my chair.

“What should I stop? Don’t you worry, Emily. It would all work out for the better. You’ll find out soon that what I’m doing is the best anyone can ever do for you.”

Her breath came out shaky, and she closed her eyes.

“We can’t have you passing out, can we?” I said, getting to my feet, and making my way to my drawers. I crouched, opening one of them.

“You know, you’ve been really rude, and unbearably arrogant since the cheating incident.

You used to be so submissive. You’d do anything for me.

You’d cook for me, and make sure nothing displeased me.

Heck, you crawled into my bed on my demand.

You were so willing to make me feel loved.

But… you just changed. You just made me mad.

You went way too far.” I said, taking out the papers I needed.

I got to my feet “We can still go back.”

I approached her, and spread the papers on the table in front of her. “Because I don’t want to lose you. People make mistakes, Em. You don’t need to be so sassy. You trampled on my pride.”

She opened her eyes, and looked at me with hot tears spilling from them. Her face was too weak to convey her anger, but her eyes weren’t. They were bright and burning.

“Later on. We’ll tell our kids the story of how you being drugged paved the way to them. Once we sign these in the old-fashioned way, you’ll be mine forever. For the rest of our lives.” I said, smiling.

No one would take her from me.

“It’s fine. It’s fine.” I said, as she watched me bring out a syringe. “I’ll change once we’re married. We’ll go back to being the old Jay and Em. Just you and me.” I said, bared her neck to me. Her breath quickened in fear.

“It won’t hurt.” I said, and pushed the syringe in. Her eyes flashed blue and they opened wide, and short, but sharp claws dug into my table, dragging down deep lines in them.

“Aw. Such cute little canines.” I said, touching the point of her canines. I went back to my seat, and brought out my claws, showing off my bright red eyes. Then I took a little knife, and sliced my palm, letting the blood drip onto the table.

I took her palm, and did the same. She winced.

Taking out a brush, I wrote my name using her blood on the paper, and I held her wrist, guiding her to write her full name on the paper with my blood.

It was finally happening. I was getting my bride, and no one would stop me.

We signed signatures with each other’s blood, and finally, I spread my palm in her blood, and spread hers in mine, then we pasted it onto the paper one after the other.

Sealed.

We were bound. Our blood and names recognized. Stronger than a mate bond. It was the exclusive Alpha Marriage.

Just then, a loud, threatening thunderbolt shook the sky, and I turned to look out at the flakes of snow falling brilliantly. The last day of the year heard my wish, and the first day of the year would fulfil it.

Beautiful.

Thunder in the midst of snow.