ABSOLUTE INSANITY: A forbidden bond-Chapter 147: DRINKS

Chapter 147: DRINKS
Chapter 147
KATYA POV
Marco had already turned away to shout new instructions, but his words stuck in my head like glue.
"You can’t go back downstairs like that."
Right. I couldn’t. Not dripping. Not sticky. Not a walking disaster in the middle of an already chaotic night.
I wiped at my arms instinctively, but it only made the fabric cling worse. The cold seeped deeper, carrying the smell of fruit punch and something citrusy.
Great. Just great. My face burned—not from temperature, but from the humiliation of a hundred eyes seeing me look like an accident in human form.
Marco gestured vaguely toward the hallway.
"Go up and... clean yourself. And hurry. We still need more hands"
Hurry. Of course.I nodded again, even though my head felt too heavy for it, and I turned toward the door.
The moment I stepped out of the kitchen, the cooler air hit me fully, raising goosebumps across my skin.
And the stairs loomed ahead.
Absolutely not.
I didn’t have the physical energy to hike all the way up soaked, nor the emotional strength to face every single tile I’d drip on while Miss Stella’s voice haunted the back of my head yelling about "mess" and "presentation."
My legs automatically veered to the right, toward the elevator.
The soft carpet cushioned each wet step I took, turning faintly darker under my feet. I winced, walking faster.
I kept my head down, avoiding everyone’s eyes. The last thing I needed was another maid asking me what happened, or worse, looking at me with pity.
When I reached the elevator, I jabbed the button with my elbow because my hands were sticky.
A soft ding answered, and the doors slid open smoothly, bathing me in calm golden light—the only calm thing in this entire mansion tonight.
I stepped inside quickly and turned around, staring at the puddle forming beneath me. Not huge, but enough.
The doors closed and the elevator began to rise, making me suck in a breath and let it out through trembling lips.
The quiet hum filled the small space, wrapping around me like a cocoon I didn’t deserve but desperately needed.
Going up meant only one thing: I needed to change. Clean up. Wash off the mess. Pretend I was fine. Pretend none of this.... none of it mattered.
My fingers curled against the fabric stuck to my skin. "Just get cleaned up and try not running into that man" I whispered under my breath, as if the walls needed reassurance.
The elevator reached my floor with a soft chime, and I slipped out quickly before anyone could open a door or turn a corner
My wet shoes made faint squelching sounds against the plush carpet, and I winced with every step.
Great. Sticky and noisy.
By the time I reached my room, the back of my neck was crawling with discomfort. I shut the door behind me and leaned against it for a second, letting the silence wrap around me.
Then I looked down at myself.
Disaster. Pink and orange stains, dark wet patches, bits of fruit pulp stuck where it absolutely shouldn’t be.
I smelled like a punch bowl someone accidentally tripped into. Sighing out a long and exhausted breath while pulling at the collar of my shirt where it clung to my skin.
Changing clothes wouldn’t fix this. Not when everything felt grimy and sticky.
A bath. I needed a bath. Not because of anything dramatic. I just... I was dirty. Covered in juice. Stained.
But still, in the very back corner of my mind—so far back I wanted to pretend it wasn’t there—a quieter thought lingered.
He’s getting engaged tonight. He’ll be standing beside Marina—perfect Marina. You’re not showing up anywhere looking like... this.
I swallowed harshly and shook my head as though I could dislodge the thought. It didn’t matter.
None of it mattered. I wasn’t going to be anywhere near Romeo tonight. I wasn’t even supposed to exist in the same room as that event.
Still... my chest tightened, making myself move before I started thinking too much, crossing the room and stepping into the bathroom.
Warm light flicked on automatically, reflecting off the clean marble surfaces. The room felt too nice for me.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and winced. My hair was plastered to my head. My shirt clung to me like damp paper. My face looked tired.
.
I peeled the sticky clothing off piece by piece, dropping them directly into the laundry basket, not bothering to inspect them.
The tub filled slowly, steam rising, warming the cool air of the room. The sound was soft, soothing—something gentle in a day that had been everything but gentle.
When I stepped in, the warmth sank into my skin instantly, melting away the cold, the stickiness, the humiliation clinging to me like an extra layer.
I sank down until the water hugged my shoulders, letting my head fall back against the edge of the tub.
For the first time since I stepped onto the third floor, my muscles loosened. I closed my eyes.
I didn’t want to think.
But my mind was stubborn.
Engagement party. In an hour.
A bubble of something sharp rose in my chest, and I pushed it down—forced it down actually.
Maybe I shouldn’t have gone down.
I should have minded my business. Slept through the night and not knowing what had happened.
Assuming no one had come looking for me since so they wouldn’t if I had just sat my ass down here for the night.
The water sluiced over me, washing away the stickiness, the fruit punch, the heat of embarrassment.
My fingers trailed over my skin, lingering on spots that felt wrong, sticky, visible. I scrubbed until my arms and legs tingled from the friction, until my hair felt soft and pliable again.
I sank deeper, letting the warm water cradle me, but my thoughts refused to quiet.
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