Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 77

Chapter 77: Stolen kiss.

She walked and he tailed her, following her for close to an hour as she didn’t stop. They walked from one end of the beach to another and then returned to where the walk had started. Finally, she decided to sit, and he of course parked his butt next to her, on a different chair.

After settling on the beach chairs, David was forced to ask if something was wrong.

“Pheebs just talk to me, maybe I can help. What is it that has you like this?” His tone was calm and soft.

“Not everything can be solved with money, Saxon.” Phoebe told him and went silent. She wished that she could tell him about the fact that she was a Mayfair, but it was too soon.

What if the Mayfair’s preferred the status quo? What if they didn’t want her and that’s why none of them had reached out to her. If a parent found their long-lost child, shouldn’t they come running to meet her. What if they chose Ruth over her?

Phoebe turned to the other side with her back towards David and closed her eyes. It was obvious that he wasn’t needed in that moment, so he left after promising to come back later.

David called the manager of the beach and asked them to play some soft music and bring over some drinks and food for Phoebe. Other than that, they were not to disturb her.

When he left, she ordered for a wine, one glass after another, not even realizing that she was on her way to complete intoxication.

“You should slow down.” the Saxon spirit advised.

Phoebe raised the glass to her lips and smiled, appearing unbothered. “Why? I am celebrating, it’s not a celebration without alcohol and this one is expensive.”

“Is she celebrating or crying?” Connie whispered to Sylvester.

Those little tears that Phoebe had wiped away secretly, they had seen. It was understandable if she cried, the day before and this one were both overwhelming. Being arrested, punched, sexually harassed and discovering that your parents have been lying to you your whole life was a lot for one person to take in almost all at once.

“Woooooh!” Phoebe stood up, threw and run out to the water.

“She is wasted.” Connie shook her head in disbelief.

The three ghosts were still in shock when Phoebe shocked them even though. She held her hands out and stared out at the sunset, and then, she fell into the water slowly.

“Oh my God, she has lost it. Is she trying to kill herself?” Connie cried out. “What will happen to me if she becomes a ghost too? I can’t go back to a life of starvation and fighting other ghosts for memorial food.”

While the teenage ghost foolishly lamented, the Saxon spirit and Sylvester dashed out to help. They were closely followed by David and his bodyguards.

The Saxon spirit stopped Silvester and allowed David to rescue Phoebe. She wasn’t in need of rescuing, she was using some of the ghost energy to breathe under water.

“Pheebs!” David shouted worriedly as he laid her down on the sand. “Are you crazy? What were you thinking?”

He started chest compressions, turned to Edgar and bellowed, “Call the doctor and get an ambulance out here right now. Bring me towels and…”

Phoebe opened her eyes and laughed like a fool. “Got you!” she said. Then she giggled and kicked the water at the bottom of her feet.

She tilted her head and smiled hopelessly at the last fading golden orange rays of the sun. “The sun is setting, look, it’s taking my miserable life with it. Goodbye, sayonara, farewell, cheers, ta-ta my cursed life.” She slurred and giggled.

David had no idea what she was talking about, but he was just relieved that she was okay. He sat down next to her and heaved, relieved that nothing was wrong with her. Sitting was not enough, he laid down next to her but instead of looking at the sunset, he looked at her.

Was she always this crazy or was it something new? Were these the parts of her that he had not seen back then because he took her for granted?

She was a little flushed and her clothes were now wet and clinging to her body. The white shirt she was wearing did little to hide her red bra. He averted his eyes, shrugged off his coat and covered her body with it.

“We should head inside; you need to dry off.” he suggested.

She turned her head and looked at him lazily through heavy lidded eyes. She was exhausted, like a child that had played all day at the beach.

“I am tired, carry me.” she demanded softly.

He laughed and shook his head. Since when she had started acting spoiled. It was unlike her and somehow, he found it cute.

David raised himself up, bent down and lifted her up as she wanted. She lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck. The coat he was using to cover her body fell to the ground. Like a true gentleman, David looked forward and commanded his eyes to behave.

“David,” Phoebe called softly.

He lowered his eyes and looked at her. She had this look in her eyes, one that drew him in like he had been hypnotized. His feet stopped and he came to a halt. Vulnerable, the word came to him like a lightning bolt. For the first time since he met her, she looked vulnerable.

“Phoebe.” he called her name softly.

Something about that moment felt different. He didn’t even know why but his heart felt flustered. He was not prepared for what she did next.

She lifted herself slightly and suddenly brought her face closer to his, taking him by surprise. David froze and remained immobile like one of the many pebbles sitting on the sandy beach.

Like a little kitten seeking heat, she moved her face over his, brushing her nose against his. It took a lot for him to hold himself back, not to lean in and kiss her as he had wanted to do from the first day he saw her.

She was drunk, he told himself, drunk and vulnerable, so much so that she probably didn’t know what she was doing. He told himself this even as his lips parted slowly.

He made all the excuses in his mind but when her lips touched his, they all faded. But before he could react, she went limp in his arms and passed out.

David, whose heart was hammering like crazy scoffed when he looked at her. She was sleeping after teasing him like that.

“What a cruel woman you are.” he muttered.

He carried her to one of the suites in the beach hotel and asked one of the female bodyguards to wipe her body and change her clothes. As much as he would have loved to do it personally, Phoebe would be angry with him if he took liberties with her as he wished.

Down at the beach, the Saxon spirit was wailing at the wasted opportunity. Two people on the beach, slow romantic music, beautiful lights and stars on the horizon.

“What a waste!” she floated to the water, held her hands out and fell down as Phoebe had done.

“At least she kissed him.” Sylvester told Connie.

“She will not remember it tomorrow.” Connie laughed.