Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem



Tarquin could read her like an open book. Gently pushing aside her hand, he planted a soft kiss on her cute nose and forehead. "Hungry?" He shouldn't have mentioned it. Now that he did, Elysia realized she was actually starving.

They had been wrapped up in each other all day, not bothering to eat a thing.

"What would you like to eat? I'll whip something up for you."

Elysia made a move to get up, but Tarquin gently pushed her back down onto the bed. "What do you want to eat? I'll take care of it. You rest a bit more."

Elysia chuckled, "I'm not tired anymore. Let's do it together?"novelbin

"Alright, you can be my sous chef."

Both got out of bed, and Elysia, still donning his shirt, headed to the bathroom to freshen up. Catching her reflection, her cheeks flushed and her heart raced.

Her neck bore the marks of his affection, bold and intimate.

After freshening up, she found Tarquin busy in the kitchen, looking every bit the domestic god.

Seeing her, his gaze intensified.

Elysia, feeling somewhat self-conscious, glanced down and, with flushed cheeks, mumbled, "I'll go change."

Tarquin immediately stopped her,

"The clothes are still drying. No one else is here, keep it on. It looks good on you. I like it."

His shirt hung loosely on her, exuding that perfect boyfriend vibe.

Elysia walked over to the balcony where her clothes from yesterday were still drying. Indeed, they were damp.

With no choice, she braved it out and joined him in the kitchen. "What are we making?"

Tarquin, looking utterly smitten, replied,

"We haven't eaten all day, so something greasy might not sit well. How about I make you some chicken soup? I've ordered a few sides; they should be here soon."

"Oh, what can I do?"

He handed her a bunch of green onions and some parsley. "Wash these and set them aside."

Elysia rolled up her sleeves and got to work.

Tarquin was chopping tomatoes and occasionally looked up to steal glances at her, each time breaking into a goofy smile.

After a few repeats, Elysia couldn't help but ask, "What's so funny?"

Tarquin replied, "Just can't believe my luck, finding such a beautiful girlfriend!"

"Stop it and focus on cooking!"

Tarquin's laughter filled the kitchen, the very picture of happiness.

Just as the chicken soup was ready, the doorbell rang with their order. Elysia moved to answer it, but Tarquin insisted, "I'll get it."

She was dressed for his eyes only!

Even if the delivery was made by a friend, it wouldn't matter!

Tarquin brought in the order, and Elysia set the table with the soup and the sides.

A simple yet cozy meal.

Meanwhile, in apartment 1802 of Future Community, Keith lay on his bed, glued to his phone with a furrowed brow and a grim expression.

After being beaten up by Tarquin the day before, his caregiver wanted to rush him to the hospital, but he refused.

He despised the sterile scent of hospitals!

After getting treated at home, he'd been resting in bed.

Later, he sent a message, "Are they together now?"

The reply came, "Seems like it. He rushed for a paternity test last night and found out Ms. Thorne is indeed the woman he's been looking for. They've stayed in all day today, so judging by what I know of him, their relationship must have warmed up quite a bit."

Keith's face darkened. Their relationship warmed up?

It was understandable for Tarquin to fall for Elysia, but how could she reciprocate?

She fell for the man who assaulted her?

Was she foolish or just blindly in love?

A self-inflicted misery!

Fuming, Keith sent out a message, "Round up some men. I'll be needing them in the next few days..."