Chapter 98: Did not go as planned
Chapter 17 - did not go as planned.
Rosie
Was I seriously the only one still hung up on the kiss? The non-consensual, unauthorized kiss that I definitely did not give him permission to initiate?
"Bitch, you kissed him back," a treacherous little voice inside my head whispered.
I clamped my eyes shut, burying my face in a throw pillow. Okay, fine. Trackback: I did kiss him back. In fact, my brain had short-circuited so hard that night that I was in a daze the entire ride home. I didn’t even remember how we got back to the penthouse or how I physically made it into bed because my mind was trapped in a loop. I had actually fisted my hands into the front of his suit shirt, pulling him closer, and I had even let out a pathetic, soft little whine when he finally pulled away.
God!
Worse is the situation because I vividly remembered the husky, low rumble of his voice right after: “Careful, wifey. I’ll give you plenty more later.” Then, he had the nerve to flick my nose.
"Stop it! Just stop it, bitch!" I yelled out loud to the empty living room, aggressively patting my cheeks to slap some sense into myself. It was just a kiss. A stupid, adrenaline-fueled kiss. I needed to stop thinking about it, damn it! But my treacherous brain was refusing to cooperate.
The worst part? Jude had been behaving normally ever since; he was back to his usual, casual, annoying, teasing self. Did he seriously not feel a single spark? Was I really the only one losing my mind over a single moment on a balcony?
God! I rubbed my face; the frustration was eating me alive, and the only solution was to get busy so I could force him out of my thoughts. But there was no way I was letting the chief culprit walk away scot-free after disrupting my sanity.
I was going to make him regret it. After a quick, scheming search on the internet, I ordered a fast-acting powdered laxative to be delivered straight to the penthouse. I chuckled wickedly to myself as I collected the package from the delivery courier. With a malicious grin, I fired off a quick text to Jude: “Can you please come home early today? I have a surprise waiting for you.”
A really beautiful surprise.
The timing was perfect because Mia had gone to spend the weekend over at the Winters mansion, Elena requested, saying she wanted to bond with Mia, and the shocking thing was that Mia agreed. With Mia safely away, it was just me and that arrogant jerk alone in the penthouse.
Jude’s reply came in almost instantly: “You miss me so soon, wifey? Don’t worry, I miss you too. Already leaving the training center.” He attached a quick selfie of himself walking out to his car.
"Perfect," I cackled.
I got to work preparing a simple dish for dinner once everything was done nicely. I grinned maliciously and opened the laxative container. According to the description, just a tiny pinch was enough to get things moving, and I used my finger to gauge the amount, added it to the dish, and stirred it in thoroughly, laughing to myself at the beautiful revenge I was about to serve.
A moment later, I turned away from the stove, suddenly realizing my throat felt parched, and I grabbed a cold bottle of water from the fridge, twisted the cap off, and took a gulp, sighing out loudly. There was this kind of relief drinking cold water always gave. It always hits different.
When I pulled the bottle away, I automatically used the back of my hand to wipe a stray water droplet from my lower lip before I ran my tongue over my lips. As I turned back around to continue my wicked ministrations, I felt my lower abdomen rumble in pain as my face instantly scrunched up in horror. What is happening? I thought, my hand flying to my stomach. Before I could even process it, a loud, betraying fart echoed through the silent kitchen.
Kill me now!
I jolted, practically jumping out of my skin, clutching my backside in panic as I turned and bolted down the hallway toward the bathroom at a sprinting speed.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I cursed. God, the karma I wanted to inflict on him, I had literally just tasted myself. Fuck! I used my two hands to do myself.
I collapsed onto the toilet, tears of agony and embarrassment springing to my eyes as the pins-and-needles cramping hit my abdomen full force. I groaned out loud, gripping the sink counter for dear life. I swear to God, I am never, ever trying to play a villain again.
By the time I finally managed to stand up, wash my hands, and flush, I was drained. I weakly staggered out of the bathroom, only to find the front door open. Jude had just walked into the penthouse and has his eyes landed on me, a warm smile lit up his face.
I instantly turned my head away, dying of shame. I opened my mouth to try and find an excuse, but my stomach let out another roaring growl, and I visibly jumped, abandoning all dignity as I turned on my heel and rushed straight back into the bathroom.
I could hear Jude’s panicked footsteps following closely behind me before I slammed the bathroom door shut and threw the lock. “Rosie? "Are you okay, wifey?” his deep voice called out softly, and I wanted to crawl into a hole and disintegrate.
"Leave me alone!” I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut.
I honestly lost count of how many times I visited the toilet over the next few hours. Eventually, I just stopped leaving the bathroom entirely, curling into a miserable ball on the bath mat because my stomach felt raw and everything inside me was aching.
When the worst finally passed, I limped out of the bathroom, pale and exhausted, and Jude had been waiting outside the door, murmuring soft encouraging words. Only if he knew what I had planned for him before it backfired.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice thick with guilt while Jude looked confused, clearly having no idea why on earth his sick wife was apologizing to him. Without a word, his expression laced with worry, he easily scooped me up into his broad arms and carried me over to the bed. He laid me down gently, disappeared for a moment, and returned with a soothing, cold compress, pressing it gently over my aching stomach. Seeing how focused he was, I realized he probably assumed I was suffering from menstrual cramps.
“Hold tight, wifey. I already called the family doctor; he’s on his way,” Jude informed me, brushing a stray lock of hair away from my sweaty forehead as he used a wet towel to wipe my face.
I weakly shook my head, wanting to tell him not to bother, but I didn’t have the energy or the courage to admit that I had literally poisoned myself trying to prank him.
When the Winter family doctor arrived, he quickly evaluated me and administered a strong, fast-acting medication to settle my stomach. Throughout the ordeal, I couldn’t even bring myself to look up, paralyzed by a mix of shame and guilt.
Yet, despite what I had caused, Jude never left my side; he stayed awake with me through the night, handing me sips of water and checking my temperature. He didn’t mock me or laugh when the doctor asked what happened and I confessed; he only held my palm warm.
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