New World with Four Husbands-Chapter 563: Drunken questioning

"Zaque?" Coco called, her hands on either side of the mediator’s head and holding herself up, almost crushing him with her weight.

"Fuck, I almost elbowed you! Don’t scare me next time, please." Coco cursed, but it was all with good intention, having a fright of her day when he suddenly grabbed her.

The red haired mediator stared at her, his half lidded eyes blinking slowly as if he was looking at a masterpiece, and that made Coco feel a little shy.

Not to mention, Zaque had just uttered those three special words, and she had heard of the phrase drunken thoughts are sober thoughts back in her time on earth.

So Zaque just basically confessed his feelings to her while he’s drunk which will result in him regretting it once he’s sobered up.

Coco had no choice, but to ignore the confession for now and opted to change the topic.

"Do you want water?" She asked, her voice barely above whisper. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Water?" The mediator murmured, repeating what she said with a puzzled look. "Why would I need water..? Oh, are you thirsty?"

"Me?" Coco blinked, and she thought about it first, even going as far as bobbing her throat up and down to check if her throat was dry, but when she didn’t feel like she needed to drink water, she shook her head.

"No, not really. I was just concerned so I was asking if you want water, silly." Coco giggled and leaned down, placing a kiss on Zaque’s nose. "I’m not the one who’s hammered. It’s you, isn’t it?"

Zaque simply nodded his head, albeit slowly and absentmindedly. "Hmm.. Yeah, it’s me, and it’s me who needs you.."

"You need me?" Coco asked, her eyes flickering with mischief. "You don’t need me, Zaque. I’m the one who needs you, Heiren, Alhai, and Quizen. Without the four of you, I would be alone here."

Zaque’s lips quirked up and his arms wrapped around her neck. "Why would a beautiful woman like you be alone?"

Coco knows that Zaque is still drunk, his speech is slightly slurred and his face is somehow red— a couple indications that someone still has alcohol in their system.

But the mediator is saying terribly cute things right now and it’s making Coco want to kiss him.

Relax, Coco. The woman chastised herself, heaving out a sharp exhale through her nose, composing and steeling herself.

A drunk person could never consent.

It was a phrase that her mother had kept telling her whenever she tries to step outside of the house and have fun, but after hearing those words, Coco would be inclined to stay inside because she’s afraid that she will be taken advantage of.

She never had friends that she could call to tell a story about her personal life.

It was just always her and her sisters, and vice versa— the three of them would always do an open forum every last day of the month to let out some steam and that was how it was until her last breath.

So, the fact that Zaque is drunk and seemed to be off his horse than he was supposed to be, Coco couldn’t help, but be worried.

"Hey, Zaque?" Coco called and shifted into a new position, placing herself on the mediator’s stomach instead. "Can you tell me where I bought those wines from?"

"Wines?" Zaque mumbled, his hands sliding down from her waists to her thighs— which are still bare and exposed.

Seeing the marks on her skin, Coco’s face flushed with shame. "Hahaha.. Wait, wait, give me a minute, okay? I’ll freshen up real quick and I’ll come back here to talk to you."

Coco was laughing nervously as she moved to get off of Zaque, but the mediator’s hands tightened on her thighs.

"No." He grumbled, his voice a little deep and husky. "Stay, please?"

"I can’t— I think I need to go and take a bath." Coco denied him, tearing her gaze away from the mediator. "I have work in two hours, so I have to prepare."

"Work?" Zaque mumbled, his hands sliding up dangerously high to the waist band of her shorts.

"Zaque, no!" Coco squeaked out, her hands snapping down to grab the mediator’s hands and holding them in place. "You can’t do that, okay? We can do it once you have sobered up, but we will never do that if you’re drunk!"

"But why?" Zaque asked, his voice edged with a whine. "I’m good and I can be good to you."

"Haha.." Coco laughed nervously and tightened her grip on his hands. "I love the confidence, but seriously, I don’t want to do anything with you if you’re this drunk."

The mediator stared at her, annoyance and defiance flickering in his red eyes, but he didn’t push it— thankfully.

"Good boy." Coco praised, breathing out a sigh of relief. "Now, let me take a bath. I really need to clean up, start preparing to go to work, and think of what to say to the guildmaster."

Coco pursed her lips and she paused for a second, her eyebrows furrowing.

Then she let go of his left hand and reached out to rest her palm on his cheek, caressing the spot under his eye with her thumb. "Be good for me, okay? I promise we can do whatever you want later."

Zaque nodded his head, his lips parting and cheeks warming up even more. "Okay, I’ll be good for you.."

Coco couldn’t help, but get goosebumps at his words— his obedience sending a pleasant jolt of pleasure down to her core, effectively hitching her breath.

"Damn it." Coco cursed under her breath, pulling her hand away from Zaque’s face.

I need to control myself around these guys. I think I’m starting to become a horndog. Coco thought, feeling ashamed of herself.

Shaking her head to get rid of those steamy thoughts, Coco turned to Zaque and flashed him a smile, throwing her legs over to the edge of his bed.

"I’ll be off now."