The Royal Contract

Yes! He was drunk because of her.

He was drunk on love.

He only went to the bar because of his friend, David, and drank a few shots to accompany him. He was not expecting that he would consume more than his limits.

But he did not intentionally wish to get drunk. He had no reason to be. He was deliriously happy because he would soon be with the woman he loved. It was just a matter of time.

"What are you doing here, Roseann?" He was surprised to see her at his place at that hour.

He was drunk, but he was still aware of his surrounding. Compared to before, when they first met, he was presumably less drunk.

He was glad that David offered to drive him home, or he might end up in a ditch somewhere, under the mercy of someone.

However, he still could not keep his balance as he allowed her to guide him back to his apartment. But it seemed he still ended up being rescued by his friend again.

"I was in the neighborhood and thought I should drop by and check on my friend," Roseann answered with a friendly smile.

He allowed her to carry some of his weight as they made their way to his apartment. Then, she took his key when he pulled it out of his pockets and inserted it into the keyhole.

Then, she was dragging his large body inside his apartment. At least this time, he was still aware of what was happening compared to their first meeting.

"I think you picked the wrong time to visit," Adam happily said while creating a chuckling sound. He thought it was hilariously funny. Or was he just drunk?

Then, he almost fell to the floor when he bumped into something by the door. Luckily, his friend was still holding on to him, preventing him from slipping.

"I don't think so." She responded with a sarcastic smile as she helped him regain his balance. "You should be thankful that I came just in time, or you would have found yourself sleeping outside your apartment."

He guessed she was correct in her assumption. Under his condition, he doubted he would have made it up the stairs, much alone in his locked apartment.

He would be too damn intoxicated to care about his situation or surrounding. Then, he would wake up in the morning regretting everything.

"Ok. I guess you win." He finally admitted that this was a situation he could not control. He had no choice but to leave it to her as she finally deposited her on the couch.

"Why don't you relax and let me get some hot towel and a coffee? I hope that should ease your intoxication." Roseann left him lying on his back on his old battered sofa.

Then, Adam heard her moving behind him, probably searching for things in his tiny kitchen. His ears listened to the opening and closing of the cabinet and a few things gently banging on the counter.

"You know you don't have to do that." He slurred his speech, but in his mind, he was talking just fine.

He pushed his hands on both sides of his body. But he only slumped on the other side. It seemed his muscles did not like to work, and his movements were uncoordinated.

"I can do that myself." He shouted over his shoulder. Still, he insisted as he attempted to stand up, but his knees buckled, making him kneel on the floor.

Damn!

How much did he drink? He could hardly remember anything as the rest of the night became a blur. He could remember David talking about his fiancee.

He guessed he also mentioned his relationship with his sister. Now, that was a memory he did not want to forget as a Cheshire cat grin curved on his lips.

"Would you stop moving around before you hurt yourself?" A voice penetrated his thoughts, interrupting his daydreaming.

Abruptly, he realized he was not alone. And his company was slightly pissed at him when he looked at his friend's face.

Then, he felt her fingers pinching his muscles as she attempted to pull him off the floor. He guessed he was too heavy for her when she had difficulty moving him even an inch.

"I can't let you take care of me." He insisted as he clung to her for support. But as he stood over her, he lost his footing again. That sent both of them to tumble on the couch.

She fell first, making her lie on her back while he followed closely behind. He ended up on top of her, covering her with his physique.

Then, his world seemed to stop as his head swirled inside. All he could do was lay there while waiting for his head to clear.

"But you need help." Her soft voice said as she remained immobile underneath him. "Are you ok?" She asked, making him analyze the question.

But with exhaustion and the alcohol in his bloodstream that seemed to shoot into his brain, he could not think straight.

"I..." He wanted to answer her, but no words seemed to form in his head.

Then, images of her floated in his mind. He remembered the last time he ended up in this situation, where their bodies were this close, touching, feeling. He loved every minute of it.

He knew he should kiss her. He longed to have her in his arms again. He had waited so long for her. Now, it seemed his dream had come true.

"Adam..." She spoke, and with his intoxicated mind, he believed he had heard her voice.

She called him, telling him she had finally come home to be with him. He concluded they could finally be together. And he could not be happier.

"I..." She was about to say something to him, but he did not want to continue talking, stopping her before she could utter the next word.

His lips covered hers, claiming what he believed was his. He did not allow Serena to protest as his body pressed harder into hers.

But he failed to realize that she was not Serena as his lips demanded a response. He coerced her body to move with him, encouraging her to let go of her inhibition and enjoy the moment.

"Adam..." Her voice only urged him to continue as his fingers worked on exploring her body until they found an opening in her blouse.

With gentle and calculated movement, his hands crawled on her skin, finding the spot he hoped would make her scream and crave more.

"I miss you so much." He said in between his kisses as he finally left her lips to let his red flesh graze the rest of her skin, traveling from her ears down to her slender neck.

On the other hand, his fingers tenderly caressed her soft mound covered with a lacy bra. He could not wait to rip her clothes off her body and feel her skin against him.

"Uuummmppphhh!" He heard her long moaning as his fingers pinched the nub at the center of her fleshy breast.

He knew then that she had surrendered to her desire. She was finally conceding to his need. In return, he would give everything she ever deserved and more.

"You don't know how much I want you." He whispered into her ears as she writhed underneath his ministration.

He pulled his hand out of his blouse and started working on its button. While she felt her fingers moving on his waist, working on removing his shirt.

Then, his lips traveled down her chest, working fast on removing the hindrance covering her breast. Luckily, the clasp of her bra was just on the front. It only took him a few seconds.

Now, he was feasting his eyes on two glorious gloves. With one swift move, his mouth wrapped around one of the nipples while his other hand worked on the other, not wanting it to feel unattended.

"Aaaggghhhh!" Another set of moans floated in the air, filling every corner of his apartment.

And it was everything he wanted as thoughts of the future filled his mind. This day would be the start of their forever.

"I will make you happy. I promise you." He murmured as he filled his mouth with her flesh, enticing a reaction in her that would bring them both to their satisfaction.

"I need you." She heard him say, demanding the need for the ultimate gratification.

And, of course, that is what he intended to give her as his fingers crawled into her legs, finding their way to the core of her desire.

"And I love you." He did not care if she did not say the words. It was enough that he felt it. It was in her voice, her touch, and how she had looked at him.

"Serena..." He uttered barely a whisper as his emotions overwhelmed him with too much passion. He wondered if she even heard him.

Simultaneously, his hand landed on the lower portion of her body, right at the center of her heat, feeling the reaction her body had created. She wanted him just as badly.

"What?"

"What is going on here?"

"Huh!"

Three reactions that had instantaneously woken him up from his drunken state. He immediately sobered up, not drunk on love anymore.