Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem



They wanted to say something, to intervene, but they couldn't muster the courage.

They wanted to join him in his drinking spree, but the fear held them back.

The whole vibe in the private room was exceptionally somber. They were simultaneously sympathetic, curious, and frightened.

Just what had gotten into Tarquin tonight?

He had been the one to set up this whole gathering today. Earlier in the day, everyone had been teasing him about that 'three-minute make-out session' with Elysia.

But as the day wore on and his mood took a nosedive, everyone tiptoed around him, carefully spending the day at his side.

During the day, he was just moody and sullen, but stable, silently playing cards while everyone else just went along with it.

But as night fell, he began to drink like a man on a mission, which terrified everyone.

Seeing Keaton walk in, Booker quickly leaned in to whisper, "Any luck? Did you get ahold of her?"

"Yeah, just wait," Keaton said.

Given his state, it seemed only Elysia's presence might calm the storm.

Forty minutes later, Elysia rushed in, out of breath and with beads of sweat on her nose.

Keaton, upon seeing her, lit up as if he'd seen a savior, quickly getting up to greet her, "Elysia!"

All the wealthy young men in the room turned their gazes towards her, stunningly taken aback by her beauty.

Sure, they'd seen plenty of beautiful women, even those of natural grace.

But someone of Elysia's caliber was rare even for them!

Dressed in simple black leggings and a white cropped puffer jacket, her long hair casually draped over her shoulders, and her face bare of makeup, she was breathtakingly beautiful!

It wasn't just her features or her face shape; there was an indescribable allure to her, something about her aura that was unique and captivating! They had wondered what kind of woman could possibly match up to Tarquin's looks.

Now, they had their answer. Her and Tarquin, a perfect match!

But Elysia didn't spare them a glance, her eyes fixed on Tarquin amidst the crowd.

However, Tarquin wasn't looking at her; he was busy pouring himself another drink.

From afar, Elysia could almost smell the alcohol on him.

He was still wearing the black shirt from when he helped fix the pipes at home, now with the top two buttons undone, lounging back in his chair, exuding a sense of defeat.

Elysia's heart clenched at the sight; something was wrong.

As Tarquin lifted his drink, she rushed over, snatching it away, "Stop drinking!"

Tarquin, annoyed at being interrupted, looked up with a dark scowl, "Are you looking for trouble?!"

But then, recognizing the figure before him, his expression shifted from surprise to shock.

Staring at Elysia for a moment, he quickly softened, explaining,novelbin

"I didn't know it was you. I thought it was one of them."

Everyone else: "..." So, Elysia can intervene, but we're just looking for trouble. What do they call it? Bros before...oh, never mind.

Elysia set the glass on the table, frowning at him, "If you've got something on your mind, spit it out! Why drown yourself in drink? Who's going to deal with you if you get sick?"

Tarquin, leaning back, scowled at her, his frustration growing.

His worries, could he even voice them?

And if he did, could she offer any solution?

Keith gets to be close to her, but he can't! Keith gets to know her secrets, but he's kept in the dark!

Why?!