From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 442

**TITLE: Obsidian Dawn 442**
**CONTENT: Chapter 442 Kiss All You Want**

As the phone call ended, Raine felt a delightful buzz coursing through her veins, a mix of excitement and exhilaration. Without wasting a moment, she dialed Aca’s number, eager to share her news.

On the other side of the line, Aella’s spirits soared when she learned that Zera had been taken back into police custody. It was as if a weight had been lifted from her heart, and she could almost feel the lightness of her joy.

“Raine, we need to celebrate! Let’s do it long-distance,” Aella suggested, her voice bright with enthusiasm.

With a grin stretching across her face, Raine decided to drag Brad along to a nearby restaurant, where she promptly ordered a lavish boule, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

An hour slipped by, and as they stepped back out onto the bustling street, the night air felt electric. Brad, ever the responsible one, hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol, while Raine was pleasantly tipsy, her steps a little unsteady.

“Come on, let’s get you home,” Brad said, trying to guide her in the right direction, but Raine had other ideas.

“No way! I want to see a movie!” she insisted, her words tumbling out in a slightly slurred fashion.

With a resigned sigh, Brad scooped her up and guided her toward the car. “It’s the middle of the night, and you’re drunker than a sailor. We’re going home. You need to sleep.”

Raine playfully poked his nose, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Brad, if you don’t take me to a movie, I swear we’re over!”

“Fine,” he relented, shaking his head. He knew better than to argue with her when she was in this mood. He escorted his tipsy whirlwind to a nearby theater, where he purchased two tickets without a second thought.

Only when they found their seats did he realize they had unwittingly stumbled into a midnight adult screening. The loveseat pods they settled into were semi-enclosed, offering just enough privacy for each couple, but the faint, chaotic sounds drifting through the air made it clear they were in the wrong place.

“Raine, we need to leave. This isn’t the right show,” he said, tugging at her arm to stand up.

But she was glued to the screen, her eyes wide with fascination. He pulled her again, and again, but she was utterly captivated.

“Not for minors,” he declared, clapping a hand over her eyes. “Let’s go find something animated instead.”

But Raine had other plans. With a sudden burst of energy, she yanked him down, swinging a leg over his lap and settling in. Her gaze, slightly dazed from the drink, met his. “Brad, why do they sound like that when they kiss? Is it… comfortable or not?”

At that moment, Brad thought he might just die from embarrassment. “Get off me. Right now,” he said, his tone firm.

Raine giggled, her laughter ringing like music in the dimly lit pod. “Let me try,” she teased, leaning closer.

Desperate to regain control, he summoned every ounce of willpower and pushed her back into her seat. He grabbed her clutch, ready to bolt, but she climbed right back onto him, a mischievous grin plastered across her face.

Flat on the reclining pod, Brad felt trapped, making one last stand. “Raine, listen closely. I might be older, but I’m as pure as snow. If you touch me, you’re taking on a lifetime of responsibility.”

With a bold tilt of her chin, Raine challenged him, “Old man, and you still want to bargain with me?”

She caught his jaw, leaning in dangerously close to his mouth.

“Wait. Just wait,” Brad gasped, twisting away, his breath hitching.

He tapped his phone, and the “evidence” of her drunken declarations from the theater began to play.

Hearing her own slurred promises, Raine curled up in his arms, mortified and frozen in place. How had she, a 20-year-old college student, landed in such a chaotic mess?

Keeping her eyes firmly shut, she attempted to bluff her way out. “I was drunk. I don’t remember anything. You must have taken advantage of me and filmed it to trick me!”

Brad tossed the phone aside and gently lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. The faint marks across his chest and shoulders told a story of their own.

Raine stared, her heart racing. So, last night had truly been that intense?

Just then, Brad’s phone rang, breaking the tension.

He glanced at the caller ID, then leaned down to whisper in her ear, “It’s your brother.”

“Don’t you dare!” Raine exclaimed, snatching the phone from his hand and ending the call with a swift tap.

She was still in school, and if Tyrone found out she had slept with his best friend, the world as she knew it would come to an end.

Just last week, her parents had asked her if she felt “that way” about Brad. She had sworn on her pride that he was like family; holding his hand felt like nothing—zero sparks.

And yet, here she was, having just slept with Brad. The slap of reality hit her hard.