Drunk (On Jealousy) - Chapter 4

Ellen's POV 

It's already 4 pm and Portia hadn't sent me any text whatsoever, let alone called. 

I had been trying to reach her but she didn't answer. I was started to get worried. 

"Calm yourself down, DeGeneres. She's at work. What is the worst possibility?" I talked to myself, like I always do whenever I get stressed out. 

"Hey, we're gonna have to hold one last meeting today. You're expected there," Lauren stood in front of my office's room with her arms full of papers. 

"Oh yeah yeah, let's go," I rubbed my face for a second before walking out, offering my help to Lauren which she accepted happily. 

"So what is it?" Lauren suddenly raised her voice while we walked to the meeting room. 

"Huh?" 

"What is it? I know something's off. What bugs you today?" she explained and asked again. 

I was pretty amazed by her skill of sensing that something's wrong. Did she know me that well or was it just too obvious? 

"Oh... that," I mumbled. 

"It has something to do with Portia, I bet," Lauren laughed a little. 

"More or less, well, yeah," I sighed. "She can't come with me today because there's a script reading for a new show," 

"Wow, isn't that great? She's going to play in a new show!" 

"Of course it is. I am as excited as you are, but you know, before she left I told her to text me but she hasn't. She didn't even answer my calls," I rambled to Lauren. 

"Okay. But, I believe that is not the main problem. What is it, Ellen? I have known you for a while and I know these kind of things won't bother you this way. What's behind all this?" Lauren stopped at her track and looked at me. 

As I said, I was surprised that she knew me this well. 

And as a very close friend, I knew that she's trustworthy. So I finally decided to tell her about what happened at the pub.

About Lima Dyer. 

Lauren just listened and nodded most of the time while I spilled all of the story to her. I had to say that kind of lessened my anxiety today. It felt good to tell a close friend what bothers you. 

"I see. So you fear that this Lima Dyer might still want to get close and be around Portia and you're afraid that Portia will leave you?" Lauren looked at me in the eyes with a dead serious look. 

"Yep, exactly..." I nodded slowly. 

There were 3 seconds of silence and then Lauren laughed so hard that I jumped a little. 

"Gosh, Ellen! Did I just make you jump?" she asked while fighting to stop her laugh. 

I pouted. "Hey, why're you laughing? What's so funny?!" 

"You! You are ridiculous!" she finally managed to stop her laugh and caught some air to breathe. 

"What? What's that supposed to mean?" I was seriously confused. 

"Let me tell you something, boss. Your wife, Portia de Rossi, will never leave you. Why? First, you're the mighty Ellen DeGeneres. Second, she loves you. Third, you love her. Am I being clear?" 

I blinked my eyes several times before answering, "yes, m'am,". 

Lauren patted my shoulder with a fake formal look on her face. 

"Good. Now, let's get to the meeting so we can wrap this day and you can make out with your beloved wife,".

Portia's POV

I sat there completely stunned and still. Lima Dyer put her bag on the nearest table and stood right in front of me.

"That's okay. The traffic seems to profoundly hate us today," Jamie nodded and brushed his hand in the air towards the empty seat, signalling Lima to sit down. 

Lima sat and flashed a wide smile to everybody on the room. I could barely return the smile, though. 

Some crazy things started to run through my little head. 

Why's she here? Was she one of the casts? But, how? Did she plan this? Why didn't I find this out earlier? Should I tell Ellen? 

Oh my god, I just remembered about my wife. How would I ever give her the news? 

"Hi, babe. Turns out I'm working very closely with a girl that you've been keeping me from for weeks. That's fine, right?"

I shook my head a little to get rid of the silly thoughts. No, I couldn't do that to her. 

"Portia, are you alright? You seem a bit pale," Zack's voice snapped me out of my trance. 

My mouth hung open for a while, trying to find usable words. 

"Erm... Yeah, yeah. I'm okay. Nothing to worry about," I forced a smile and thank goodness they seemed to buy it. 

I stole a glance at Lima and she winked at me. I pretended that I didn't notice that. 

"Okay, let's get down to the business. We've wasted some precious time," Jamie asked for the attention as he handed each of the casts the script papers.

"Well, Portia and Lima, you guys get the very first scene of the show..." Jamie pointed at me and Lima. 

"What scene would that be?" Lima asked. 

"Please read the paper. It's a kissing scene," Jamie answered calmly as he raised his paper. 

I froze.

Drunk (On Jealousy) - Chapter 3

Portia's POV

It's been 2 weeks since the unexpected appearance of Lima Dyer. Ellen had asked Andy to look for any informations about the girl. Andy found nothing. 

I didn't think much about the Dyer girl anymore. She never showed up, she never dropped any hint, she disappeared just like that. 

I was happy to come to work everyday with my wife. And she did fulfil her promises on the 'advantage'. I shook my head and smiled to myself. 

Kinky. 

"Baby, do you really need to go to the meeting today?" Ellen's voice startled me. 

"Gosh, you scared me, Ed," I mumbled, putting my right hand on my chest. 

She smirked. Dang, that sexy smirk never cease to turn me on. 

I looked down to my coffee. 

"Hey, I'm sexier than that black coffee, aren't I?" 

I looked back at her and rolled my eyes. She laughed. 

"So, you really need to go to the meeting? I'm not happy about the idea of letting you go by yourself. Can't it wait until after lunch? At least I would be able to come with you,".

"I do, darling. It's a new serial on ABC and all the casts should come to read the first script. You should be excited that I'll be playing on a new show," I said. 

"You know I'm really excited and proud, Porsche. I just......" Ellen took my hand and stared at my eyes deeply. 

I knew she's still worried about Lima Dyer. Ellen wasn't the type of person who would forget about a girl who directly states that she's capable of 'stealing' her wife. 

I smiled and rubbed the back of her hand with my thumb. 

"I know, baby. But, you see, everything's gonna be alright. I'm not leaving you for anyone," I stared back at her magical blue eyes. 

It might be the second best part of my wife, since the first was her beautiful heart. 

"You promise?" she reassured. 

"Hey, that was our vows, remember?" I caressed her cheek with my other hand and she kissed it. 

"I am not leaving you. Never was and never will," I stated it firmly. 

"Even for Chris Evans?" 

"Nuh-uh," I frowned. 

"Brad Pitt?" 

"Nope," 

"Chris Hemsworth?"

"Well, he's hot...." I pretended to think and Ellen pouted. 

I laughed. "You are adorable," I giggled. "Of course not, honey. After all, I'm 'drunk as a skunk, gay as the day is long'," I winked, quoted one of my favorite Ellen's line on her monologs. That was one of the most hilarious, tho. 

Ellen threw her head back and laughed loudly. 

"I love you, baby," she said inbetween her laugh. 

I grinned and grabbed my bag before pecking her lips. 

"I should get going or else I'm gonna be late. I love you more, Ed," I kissed her lips one more time before leaving the kitchen. 

"Text me, Porsche!" she yelled. 

"Will do!" I yelled back before grabbing my truck's key and closed the door behind. 

Ellen's POV

I was so close of breaking the speed limit in the highway. I slowed down a bit and sighed. 

My mind kept on wandering to Portia. Maybe she was right. Maybe I was just too paranoid about all these things. 

Damn Lima Dyer for ruining my peace.

Don't get me wrong. I trust Portia. Of course I trust her, she's my wife after all. The best wife I could ever get. 

But, that's the thing. She's the best part of my life. 

She herself, was my life. 

And if that Lima Dyer ever dared to show up again and touch her, I knew deep down in my heart I would be furious. 

But then again, that wasn't the thing. 

I was scared. In fact, I was terrified. What if Portia did fall in love with her? What if Portia left me? 

I mean, I had to admit that Dyer girl was so much more than me. 

She's pretty, hot, and most of all.... young. Would Portia ever leave me? 

I shook my head, trying to get rid of those toxic thoughts. I assured myself that I had to put more trust on my wife. 

I loved Portia. I loved her with every bit of my heart, my body, and every bit of the air in my lungs. 

Portia's POV

I walked through the parking lot, heading into the office. I was grateful that I wasn't late. The traffic was unbelievable! 

Driving a Defender wasn't so helpful either. I mean, I loved the truck. I really did. That was one of a zillion proofs that my wife loved me with all her heart and she would always try to make me happy. 

But, in small roads, driving the truck wasn't like walking the dogs in the park, you know.

"Hey, Portia! How're you doing?" Zack, one of my fellow actors, greeted me as I stepped into the building. 

"Hi, Zack! I'm great. You?" I kissed his cheek and hugged him. 

"Fabulous. Can't wait to read the first script!" he said excitedly. 

"Me too! I'm really happy to work with you again," I smiled. 

"Back atcha, sweetheart. Let's go inside," he offered his arm and I took it before got into the elevator that brought us up to the 3rd floor. 

"Hey, you guys! Come on, join us here," Jamie, the producer of the show, waved his hand at us. 

We said hi to some other actors and actresses (some I had known over the years, some were Ellen's friends, and some were my acquaintances) before we finally sat down and had some light talks. 

"Hey, Jamie. Why haven't we started yet?" I asked him after around 15 minutes. Jamie was always on time on everything, so it's not his thing to stall this long. 

"We have to wait for one other cast. Late on the first day," he rolled his eyes and we laughed. 

Right after he said that, the door blasted open and a girl with red fiery hair rushed into the room with a big smile.

"Gosh, the traffic was awful! Sorry, I'm late!" she blurted out. 

I must've looked like I saw a ghost. I felt like I had no blood running on my face. I was stunned. 

That was Lima Dyer.

Drunk (On Jealousy) - Chapter 2

Ellen's POV

I stole some glances over Portia while I was talking with Andy. I saw her playing with her phone while waiting for the drinks. 

I pulled out my phone, decided to text her. 

'Hey, hot lady. Whatcha doin' alone in a pub like this? ;)'

I sent it and chatted a bit more with Andy about some projects that we're going to come up with for the show. I checked my phone and saw that Portia hadn't replied. 

That's weird. She's holding her phone. 

I stole another glance at her and saw a girl on a denim jacket and leather pants was talking to Portia. Portia seemed uncomfortable. I noticed this because she tends to avoid eye contact whenever she's uncomfortable, or shy.

The girl jumped down from her seat and I swore that I saw she purposely spilled half of her drink on Portia's dress. You heard me right; pur-pose-ly.

The girl seemed panic (oh, good skill of acting but I'm not an idiot, honey). She grabbed something from the table and tried to dry Portia's dress with it. 

"What the hell?" I blurted out and jumped up from the couch.

"Hey, what's up?" Andy asked but my focus wasn't on him anymore.

I walked straight to the bar and my hand formed a fist. Portia finally stepped back and said something to the girl before her eyes finally met mine. 

I could tell that she's relief to see me, but also........... scared.

Before I could think of anything any further, I had already stood behind the strange girl's back. I cleared my throat loudly.

The girl jumped a bit and turned her body around. Even when I'm pissed, I'm still good at scaring people, aren't I?

"So, what's going on in here?" I looked at the girl while reaching out for Portia's hand. She took it right away and I pulled her behind me.

"Oh hi, Ellen!" the girl said with a fake cheerful voice. I wasn't sure whether it's fake or it was just me, tho. 

"I'm Lima, Lima Dyer," she stuck out her hand and I took it. Fake, I decided.

"And I suppose you know me," I nodded and answered confidently. 

"Of course I do, you're the superstar," she said with a mocking tone. 

"You have a very beautiful wife there, by the way," she said again, looking at Portia. 

"I luckily do. Thank you," I answered stiffly.

"Keep her close, don't leave her alone. I could've gotten her heart right away a minute ago," the Dyer girl said to me while flashing an also fake smile while grabbing her glass from the table.

"Excuse me?" I took a step closer to this................. bitch. I felt Portia squeezed my hand and tried to pull me back. 

"Easy there, superstar. I'm just saying," she raised her hand that wasn't holding her glass in the air. 

"You better go," I heard Portia's voice beside me. She looked at the red head girl sternly. 

The girl laughed a little and shrugged. 

"So rude, but very well," she stepped closer to Portia and before I knew it, she kissed Portia's cheek and whispered something to her that made Portia took a step back and pulled my hand, signaling that she wanted to go. 

I was so very tempted to kiss this Dyer girl too......... with my fist. But, I've learned that such impulsive reaction wouldn't be a good move. 

I also had this feeling that that was exactly what this little bitch wants, and I was so not going to give her that. 

Portia's POV

"Ed..." I called Ellen who kept her death glare on Lima as she walked away.

"Baby, you okay?" she touched my cheek and I held her hand there.

"I.... I want to go home," I whispered and Ellen nodded. 

We got out of the pub as quick as we could and headed straight to our car. Ellen opened the door for me and I got in. She ran back to get in and slammed the pedal as soon as we got out of the parking lot.

Lima Dyer. 

That name kept repeating again and again in my head. 

Who the hell is she? If she was a celebrity, I'm pretty sure I would've known, or at least heard of her name. But, no. She popped out from thin air and ruined my whole night. 

"Portia, I'm sorry," Ellen snapped me out of my trance.

"Huh?" 

"I'm sorry," she said it again. 

I heard what she said, it's just that I don't hear her apologizing every day, you know. 

"For what, baby?"

"For getting mad like that. You know I 100% trust you, right? But still, I really.... really want to....." Ellen moved her hand randomly in the air, running out of words. I found this cute, tho.

"Fill her mouth with all of my lotions collection until she's suffocated to death?" I finished it for her. 

She glanced at me for a split second before returning her focus on the road. She smiled a bit and then laughed. Her laugh was always so contagious that I started to laugh too. 

And we both ended up laughing together. 

"Gosh, I didn't know I married a sadist serial killer!" Ellen finally managed to say. I hit her shoulder playfully. 

"What's the fun if you had known?" I giggled and Ellen shook her head. 

"Portia," she suddenly called out.

"Yeah?"

"What did she say to you?" Ellen asked calmly and I knew what she meant.

"Uhm... She said something like: I'm going to see you around sometime soon," I said. 

"I haven't really thought about that. I mean, those are the things that people say when they want to leave you with uneasy feelings, right? And I refuse to be one of those people," I continued with confidence. 

Nothing to worry about. I know full well that I'm safe and complete with my loving wife. 

"You're right, woman..." Ellen slightly nodded and took my hand. 

"But?" I raised my eyebrows. I knew that tone would always followed with a 'but'.

"But..... you're coming to work with me every single day. I'm not going to let you go out of my sight even for a second," she stated it firmly. 

"Gosh, Ed...." I threw my head back. 

"Hey, it'll be fun! We're going to have lots and lots of time together and you're going to know what happens in my fabulous show every single episodes. Plus, you'll get to enjoy the other advantage later," she laughed.

"And what would that be?"

"You won't have to shower alone," Ellen smirked and I burst into laughters. I really am married to the best woman ever. 

"So, you'll go with me even to the bathroom?" I asked playfully. 

"That's right, my love! How delightful would that be!" she cheered and boy does she look adorable. 

"And you said you trust me," I faked a pout.

"Well, I do trust you with my life..." she smiled.

"It's that girl that I don't trust,".

Drunk (On Jealousy) - Chapter 1

Portia's POV

"Baby, which dress would suit me best for tonight?" I asked Ellen while I lifted 2 dresses on my hands. One red dress and the other one is green.

Ellen lifted her head from her phone and lightly said, "uhm... None?"

I frowned. "Really? Am I that fat?"

Ellen walked towards me slowly while crossing her arms. Dang, she looked so hot on that white suit. 

"I didn't say you're fat, Portia. I said none of those dresses would suit you tonight," she stopped right in front of me. 

"And why's that?"

She rolled her eyes as if I just asked what is the colour of a zebra.

"Because, I'm going to undress you tonight. So putting on any dresses would only be a waste of energy," she took my chin and kissed my lips slowly. 

"Yeah?" I hummed to the kiss, smiling.

"Yep. And you'll need every bit of energy you have later," Ellen smirked and I was just on the edge of ripping every piece of her clothing that she had just put on.

I pecked her lips one more time and pushed her. 

"We're gonna be late to Andy's party, honey," I laughed as she pouted before I rushed off to my closet to change. I finally decided to wear the red one. 

I decided to let my hair loose and put some natural make up.

"Baby, if you're not ready in the next 5 minutes, I'll just change into my PJs and go straight to bed," I heard Ellen yelled from the kitchen.

"Coming! Coming!" I ran downstairs while trying to wear my stilettos. Good thing I didn't trip off and break my legs tonight.

"Jesus christ," I heard Ellen's voice from the door. She stared at me in amazement.

"What is it?" I tried to remember if I had put something wrong or forgot to wear anything.

"For my show's sake, can I fuck you right now?" she blurted out and I laughed so hard that my stomach hurt. 

"Sorry, but that'll have to wait, darling. Let's go, we're late," I half dragged her to the car as she mumbled things that contained everything about "hot" and "sexy".

Ellen's POV

I pulled up the car and jumped out to open the passenger's door for Portia. She looked so very gorgeous tonight, I almost couldn't help myself. I'm grateful everyday that the universe had given her to be my wife. 

We walked straight to the pub's door where Andy held his party. Some cameras flashlights from outside the gate were flashing as we walked. 

The guy who secured the door saw us and opened the door immediately. I said thank you. 

The loud music welcomed us as we saw some people had already started to get down on the dance floor. 

"Don't get too far from me, okay?" I half-yelled to Portia's ear while I repositioned my hand from her hand to her waist. She nodded and snaked her arm around my waist.

We decided to sit on the bar first and ordered vodka.

"Do you want to move to the couch. The music is less louder there," I moved my hands in the air. Portia quickly nodded and jumped off of the bar seat. I took her hand and we broke through the crowd until we finally reached the couch.

"Finally..." I heard Portia sigh as she put down her glass and threw herself to the couch. 

I giggled and sat next to her. She leaned her head on my shoulder and I felt that comfortable and content feeling that my heart reserved only for when I'm with my wife. 

"You know, if it wasn't for Andy we wouldn't come up to any party tonight, right?" she asked me suddenly. 

"You know best, baby," I replied. 

She moved her head to look at my face. I still admire that face that I gratefully woke up to every single morning. 

"I know best that I love you the most," she gave me that smile that had me given up my heart and my life to her hand from the very first time I saw her. 

"Not quite true. I love you more," I said and that short talk instantly turned to a make out session that set my body on fire. I've always loved the feeling of our lips and tongues moving together in perfect harmony. 

I love the feeling that whenever we kiss, I know that our love would last forever. 

"Whoa, whoa, you thirsty women, get a room!" I heard a man's voice as Portia pulled away. I was a bit upset before I looked up and saw that it was Andy.

I laughed and stood up to hug him. "Extraordinary party, Andy!" 

"Thanks for coming, you two," he said after he hugged Portia too. 

We sat again and Andy joined us. 

"Speaking of thirsty," Portia said and slightly blushed - she's so cute when she blushes -, "I'm gonna get us more drink. You want some, Andy?" 

"Yes, please. Thank you so much, baby," Andy said and winked and I playfully hit his shoulder. "Hey! She's my baby!" I protested as Andy put his hands in the air, surrendered.

Portia kissed my cheek and squeezed my arm before taking off to the bar.

I couldn't take my eyes off of her ass sashaying as she walked gracefully to the bar. I shook my head while holding my smile.

"Come on, El. You two were just making out, can't you just take off your eyes of her for a second?" Andy whined and I laughed lightly. 

"No shit, man. You have got to be kidding me," I crossed my arms.

"That hot lady in that red dress..... is my wife. And if anybody tries to touch or even flirt with her, I'll send dem boyz or girlz straight to the nearest hospital," I stated it clearly and Andy laughed so hard I thought he might spit out his guts. 

Portia's POV

"Three more shots of vodka, please," I ordered.

"Coming up!" the bartender smiled. I pulled out my phone from my purse while I waited and decided to scroll through my twitter timeline. I've loved this app since the very first time.

"Hi. I've noticed that you're waiting alone for your drink here," a husky voice that belonged to a girl almost startled me. I looked to my side and realized that she's talking to me. 

I smiled and shook my head vaguely. "No, my wife's over there," I pointed to Ellen on the other side of the room, still talking to Andy.

The girls' eyes followed my finger and I was quite sure that she recognized Ellen. I don't like it whenever a stranger came up and tries to flirt with me. I mean, these kind of things always leads to 'such' things, right? And usually, when they recognized me as 'Ellen DeGeneres' wife', they'd back up right away.

"Oh, so you're 'the' Portia," the girl looked back at me, still with her smile. I smiled back and nodded politely. I started to wonder why are my drinks not ready yet.

"Well, the whispers on the street doesn't lie then. You truly are a beauty," she winked at me. 

I was sure I blushed a bit. I hoped that she didn't catch that in the wrong way because I tend to blush whenever people throws a compliment at me.

"Why, thank you so much," I said, trying to control my expression. 

"Here you go, Miss Dyer," the bartender came up with a glass of a blue liquid. The girl took it and said thanks. 

"So, do you need a company?" she suddenly asked me with a careless attitude.

My jaw almost dropped hearing her direct question. "Well, no, I don't. As I said, I'm here with my wife. But, thanks,".

By now I was really wondering how long would it actually take to pour vodka to 3 goddamn glasses. 

"I see..." she looked at me in the eyes and said, "well, I suppose that I'm just going to leave you then," the Dyer girl flashed a weird smile before she jumped off of the seat. 

"Oh, gosh!" I shouted as half of her blue drink spilled on my dress. I didn't know the drink was so cold. I jumped up too.

"Ohmygod, I'm so sorry! How clumsy of me!" she covered her mouth before quickly put her glass on the table and grabbed some tissues from the bar table. 

"I am so sorry that I ruined your beautiful dress, Portia," she said as her hand frantically tried to clean the blue stain on my stomach and waist. I was so surprised that it took some seconds for me to comprehend what was going on and I realized that her hands are on my body. 

I took a step back and the girl stopped. I grabbed some other tissues from the table.

"It's alright. I got this," I just said that when my eyes looked past the girl's shoulder and I met Ellen's eyes. 

Ellen's walking through the crowd, straight to where I'm standing with a very intense look on her eyes. I know her best and I sure as hell know what's coming with that kind of look.

This Dyer girl better be on her way by now.