Chapter Two Hundred and Forty Two - No One's Putting Out!

Adian's already fast asleep beside me, snoring lightly, his chest heaving against my head.

There's still something off and I know it concerns me but Adian's also reluctant to answer my question concerning his sister's hatred for me.

She hasn't even reached out to her father whose been living here for the past few days, a father she claims I will never take away from her.

Even Ryan remained silent when I repeated Adana's words him, his misty eyes forcing me to cease my interrogation.

Frustrated with my train of thoughts, my mind started wandering to my father's hearing on Wednesday, his second since deciding to declare his innocence.

All these years being locked in prison for a crime he didn't commit.

Why would he take Ameila's place?

Did he love her so much, that he sacrifice his own life for her?

Did they really love each other?

Did my mom and Ryan mean nothing to the both of them with Adian, his sister and I adding to the casualties?

There's still so much questions but one thing I'm grateful for, is while my father comes out, Ameila goes in.

Isn't that how it would work?

For my father to be free of a crime he didn't commit, wouldn't the real murderer have to come forth?

I'm positive Ameila won't willingly come forth so, whose going to make the judge believe my father isn't guilty?

Bolting upright in bed!

"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!" Shaking Adian awake as realization hits me.

Adian stirred to turn away from me but my constant shaking, finally got his attention.

Frowning at me, annoyed, his eyes barely opening. "This had better be important," he grumbles, forcing himself to sit upright.

Glaring at him, "I would have to testify for my father," I spat at him, totally awakening him, aware that I'm already accusing him of having a foreknowledge of it.

Confused, Adian sits up. "Testify?" He repeated and I kept nodding.

Shaking his head, "it hasn't been confirmed and I already to told Gussippie, if that is what it takes, you will not be taking the stand," Adian responds, having already made his decision.

Sitting up on my heels, "you can't make that decision without consulting me," I fired at him.

It's my father's freedom! How can I not take the stand to help him, especially as he's now re-surface in my life.

Adian stares at me bewildered.

Without saying a word, we battled with our eyes, each locked in our own respective thoughts.

Adian was the first to back down.

"Okay," he agreed, climbing of the bed clad in only his boxers to pull on a joggers and without a word or a backward glance he walks out the bedroom.

I only took me a second to realise my unfairness to him and I ran after him, as he started descending the stairs.

"Adian," I called but he ignored me, while I ran down behind him. "I'm sorry," trying not to be loud since everyone is obviously asleep, except Adian and I.

I followed Adian into the kitchen to see Basil as usual sitting at the kitchen counter, his back against the counter, eyes on the open kitchen doorway staring at us.

His lips curled down with a smirk, "which one of you didn't want to put out?" Basil jokes, winking at me, nodding to the bottle of Jack Daniels on the counter beside his elbow.

Eying the bottle "isn't it a bit to late for that?" I couldn't help but ask, as he swirls the bronze liquid in the glass he held while my husband reaches for a glass in the cupboard.

Basil lifts the glass and pretends to be reading it or maybe he is reading it, then shakes his head and frowns. "There nothing, instructing on a specific time of consumption." Basil shrugs and I glared at him because he knows that's not what I meant and trying to make my point would be useless so I opened the refrigerator and started digging around, with nothing in mind, while Adian helps himself to a shot or by the looks of it, more than a shot of Jack Daniels.

Without selecting anything from the refrigerator, "I'm sorry," I spun around, facing my grim looking husband and apologized for my bitchy attitude.

With a side smirk, Basil looks at his best friend and then me, sitting up from his slouching position to stare at us in amusement.

"So, you're the one who didn't want to put out," he chuckles and I turned angrily on him.

With my hands on my bare hips, realizing I ran downstairs with the tank top I wore to bed and short PJ's that dropped on my lower hip.

"No one wants to put out," I corrected him only realizing how stupid my response made Adian and I appear in front of his idiotic friend.

Chuckling, "is something wrong, my friend?" Basil asks Adian who looks up annoyed at the both of us.

Nodding at the us, "I can assure you, I'm fine and my wife didn't offer anything to me, after waking me from a deep sleep." Adian added with a lopsided smile, adding to my discomfort since discussing my sex life is not a practice of mines but apparently it is to the guys.

Turning on Adian once again, "Oh, oh," I said, while trying to get back at him, "I did wake you up, because I wanted to sleep and sex puts me to sleep," I threw at him getting both his and Adian's undivided attention. "But it came at a cost and I was testing you," turning away, heading to the cupboard I pulled a coffee mug and the necessities to make a cup of tea.

Sensing Adian behind me, before I heard him, "that's not what you were saying when you woke me up, trying to shake my liver out," he says against my neck, loud enough for his sidekick to hear.