Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 350

Elysia's heart pounded wildly in her chest. If it weren't for the strong smell of alcohol confirming it was him and not a ghost, she would have been even more frightened!

"What are you doing?!" she exclaimed, instinctively giving him a little shove.

With a "thud," Tarquin hit the floor.

Elysia was bewildered. "What?! He fell over from just a tiny push?" She had only used one finger! If she didn't know her own strength, she might have thought she was some kind of martial arts master. This guy must be trying to pull a fast one on her!

Elysia quickly turned on the light and was relieved to see he wasn't hurt. If he had seriously injured himself, she would be in big trouble. If he ended up paralyzed or something, she'd be held responsible!

"Hey, get up, go sleep it off in bed!" she said, noticing he was still semi-conscious. Elysia hastily helped him up and stumbled towards the bedroom. Once he was completely out, she wouldn't be able to move him at all.

They had barely taken a few steps when he misstepped and fell again. Elysia tried to catch him but couldn't. "Whoa, whoa, whoa..." she cried as they both tumbled to the ground.

Luckily, Elysia landed on top of him, which cushioned her fall.

"Why do you have to drink so much? It's so annoying! So annoying!" she muttered, struggling to her feet and dragging him towards the bed. The short distance from the living room to the bedroom felt like miles, leaving Elysia drenched in sweat. Now she totally understood why women hated it when their men got drunk; they became dead weight, leaving the women to pick up the pieces!

Seriously, what's the point of men? Kids and money seem like better options!

Elysia finally managed to heave him onto the bed. Tarquin lay there, a frown creasing his forehead as he rubbed his temples, clearly in discomfort.

She muttered like a nagging wife, "Feeling bad, huh? Serves you right! Let's see if you'll drink this much next time!"

"You think I want to touch you? You could be naked and I wouldn't care! I..."

Elysia's words trailed off as she swallowed hard.

Tarquin, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed, lay quietly on the bed as he began to undo his own suit buttons. His fingers were long and clean, as if they were made to play the piano, absolutely mesmerizing. Maybe it was because of his handsome hands, but the way he undressed seemed incredibly elegant. Just watching him take off his clothes was a sight for sore eyes.

As he unbuttoned his shirt, the muscles hidden underneath slowly came into view... first the chest, then the abs, with every line and curve sharply defined. When he sat up to remove his shirt, the definition in his arms was unmistakable—the kind that could easily do hundreds of push-ups, indicating incredible strength. His muscles were well-developed but not in the way a professional bodybuilder's would be. His physique struck the perfect balance between strength and aesthetics, appealing to the general public's sense of beauty.

In him, you could see both power and artistry, a combination that was infinitely charming. Elysia, though more greedy than lustful, couldn't help but stare... Beauty was universal, irresistible to anyone who beheld it.

If Blossom were here, she'd probably be drooling by now, maybe even lunging at him, unable to restrain herself. Elysia wasn't as voracious, but she found herself swallowing hard nonetheless.