Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law

Chapter 292: Hallucinating

Adam was drunk. He knew it as he walked towards his room. And he cursed because of it. Damn it. He hadn’t meant to drink that much-just a couple of glasses to celebrate the deal-but somehow, he had ended up sloshed. His head spun, his legs dragged like dead weight, and he could barely see straight, let alone walk in a straight line. Every step toward his room felt exaggerated, heavier than the last. He muttered a string of curses under his breath, stumbling into the wall, catching himself just in time.

"When the hell did I become such a mess?" he growled, clutching the edge of a side table to steady himself. He used to hold his drink like a champ. Now he was reduced to this-wobbling down a hallway like some washed-up wreck with zero control. His throat was dry, his vision swimming. He needed to lie down, just for a minute. And then he’d call Melanie. He missed her... so much.

He smiled when he thought of her and grinned. She would not be happy seeing him like this.

When he finally reached his suite and shoved the door open, a frown settled on his face almost immediately.

There were people inside. Why were there people inside? He tried to shake himself from his stupor, but, yep. There they were.

Four of them.

Two Melanies and two Adirs.

All staring at him with wide shocked eyes.

Adam blinked hard. Then again. The figures didn’t waver just continued to stare at him, "Great," he muttered, dragging a hand down his face. "Now I’m hallucinating my own damn family because I am missing them so much."

He leaned his shoulder against the doorframe, trying to keep himself upright as he squinted at the room. "Fantastic. I get drunk once and my brain decides to throw in bonus versions of the people I want to hurry back to. Good job, Adam."

Inside the suite, Adir’s eyes went wide. "What is he doing here early? He was not supposed to be here yet, right?"

Melanie nodded. She has specifically told Adam’s assitant to keep him in the celebration until they had a chance to sneak into the second room in the suite. That way, they could slip into his room early in the morning and surprise him. But now, here he was...

They had only just let themselves in, fresh from their late-night flight. She’d even asked the front desk not to inform him and now this happened. Melanie whispered back at Adir, in a panic."No. He wasn’t."

Her heart dropped as she took in the flushed face, the unsteady steps, the slur in his voice and she realized. It seemed his assistant had decided to drown him in alcohol to keep him there.

"Should we scream surprise?" Adir asked slowly and Melanie gave him a subtle shake of head.

Just then, Adam staggered a few steps forward, narrowing his eyes at the four blurred figures and muttered darkly, "This is new. I’ve seen double before, sure. But double double? What the hell did they put in those drinks?"

That was when Melanie had an idea.

She placed a calming hand on Adir’s shoulder and leaned down to whisper in his ear, "Let’s just go with it. He thinks we’re not real. It might be easier this way."

Adir looked up at her, unsure. "But he looks really confused."

"I know. Just follow my lead, alright? I’ll take him from here and then you sneak into the other room. Okay?"

Adir nodded and gave an okay gesture while Adam walked closer to them.

Then,straightening up, Melanie turned to Adam and grinned. "You’re right. We’re not really here. Just figments of your tired, drunk little brain. We are at home, sleeping in."

Adam blinked again, hard. "Thought so," he mumbled, nodding in grim satisfaction. "Makes sense. You’d never be here, not really."

"No, of course not. Because we’re just in your head, remember?"

He nodded slowly, watching her with glassy eyes, swaying just a little more than before as he grinned," But you look really sexy even in my head."

Melanie widened her eyes and sent a look at Adir who was covering his mouth and glggling and hurriedly took a step forward," Come on, then. Since we’re all imaginary, why don’t you follow me? Let’s go lie down before the fake floor tips over."

Adam frowned, trying to make sense of her words as he looked down," Yeah. It does seem a bit unstable. And I want to lie down. I’ll dream of you, okay?"

Melanie nodded and then keeping little distance from him, gestured him towards the bedroom door.

Adam shuffled after her, muttering under his breath. "Sure. Why not. Follow the dream-Melanie. I’ll always follow my Melon."

Adir quietly followed behind, eyes wide as Melanie led Adam carefully toward the bedroom and then stealthily escaped towards the other bedroom. He was too tired so he simply jumped into bed, waiting for Melanie.

On the other side, Melanie had finally helped a wobbling Adam into the Master bedroom. "Here we are," she said in that same even tone. "Just lie down now. Nothing’s real. Nothing to worry about."

Adam collapsed onto the bed with a groan, rolling onto his side. "No. I need to call Melanie..."

Melanie’s eyes widened in alarm. If he reached his phone and dialed her, it would ring in the room. Here. Now.

"No, no," she said quickly, kneeling beside the bed and gently prying the phone from his fingers. "She must be asleep by now. And I’m here with you."

He blinked up at her, dazed and smiling. "Right. You’re here."

Melanie exhaled in relief-only for her breath to catch the next second when his hand reached out and wrapped around her wrist. In one swift, drunken tug, he pulled her down beside him on the bed, and before she could react, he rolled over, pinning her beneath him.

Her eyes flew open wide, her breath catching in her throat. "Adam!"

But he was grinning above her now, the weight of his body pressed against hers, his eyes glazed but adoring. "Damn... this dream’s realistic. You react like her and you even feel like my Melon."

Melanie lay frozen, heart hammering in her chest.

He leaned in, nose brushing hers, then slowly scanned her from head to toe. "Although..." His grin grew crooked. "You’re wearing way too many clothes for one of my dreams. Take them off, Melon. I like it best when you are naked. Dream or no dream."

His hands began fumbling at the hem of her shirt, and Melanie let out a half-sputtered protest. "Adam-"

"Shh," he muttered, "dream-Melanie doesn’t talk so much..."

And then, boldly, he slid a hand under the fabric.

That’s when she pinched his waist. Dam* it! He was being lusty even when drunk.

"Ow!" Adam yelped, jerking back just a little.

"That was real enough, wasn’t it?" she snapped, trying to push him off.

But he retaliated before she could escape, ducking down and biting the side of her neck just enough to sting. She gasped in surprise, and he chuckled, even as his grip started to loosen.

She didn’t know what possessed her- frustration, laughter, or just plain adrenaline-but she surged upward, kissed him full on the mouth, hard and fast, and then used his stunned pause to flip him over in one clean motion.

She landed on top of him for a breathless second, smirking. noveldrama

"Nice dream, huh?" she said, then darted off the bed before he could grab her again.

Adam groaned dramatically, flopping back against the pillow. "That’s not fair," he grumbled, voice muffled. "Even dream-you teases me..."

Melanie laughed softly, adjusting her shirt as she backed toward the door. "Sleep it off, Adam."

She slipped out of the room, her cheeks still burning as she leaned back against the wall and peeped inside, watched him hug the pillow and fall asleep.