Drunk
1175 Words
When she heard the word "Elaine", Macy couldn't hold on any longer, and tears rolled down her eyes.
"Elaine?...Oh, isn't that your sister, Macy?" Cassie asked.
She pretended to be frightened and covered her mouth, yet she was fanning the flames.
"Oh my God, how could you do such a thing? Macy'' she added.
Macy was drained of all her strength in an instant.
She opened her pale lips and trembled as she tried to explain herself.
"No... No... It was an accident," she muttered.
*SMACK*
Greg was in no place to listen to her explanation, so he sent her spiraling with a resounding slap.
The slap was pretty tedious, to the extent that Macy slammed her back against the wall as a result of the shock and force that accompanied the slap.
Macy felt a piercing pain in her back.
She gnashed her teeth and shut her eyes tight in horror, trying to subdue the pain until she could handle it.
''An accident? Elaine's life was taken by accident. Is that what you are telling me?'' Greg asked her. There was no iota of pity in his face, and his tone sounded as furious as he was.
''That's true, Macy. You can't say that. Murder by accident is still murder. You killed your sister, and you are using the excuse of an accident to make it vague. You can't take us for fools like that,'' Cassie said, adding salt to injury so that Greg would only become more furious.
Macy chewed on her lips nervously, and couldn't say a word in the face of all those accusations she heard. Macy trembled in a corner of the room. She instantly turned as pale as a ghost.
Looking at how miserable she was, an inexplicable irritability rose in Greg's heart, and he could not afford to look at her anymore.
She looked so pitiful.
"Before tomorrow, pack up your things and move them to your side, otherwise, I'll throw them all out!" Greg coldly issued his final statement, and then led Cassie away.
"Bang!" The door was rudely closed, and everything was silent again.
It was at this moment that Macy put her head between her knees and burst into tears.
In the middle of the night, Macy sat by herself in the booth of the largest bar in the capital city, and asked for a table of spirits, crying and laughing, while frantically drinking.
''I'll throw it away, I'll throw it all away,'' Macy muttered to herself as she drank sporadically.
She was ready to give it all up. Her family and the life she currently lived, that was hell for her.
She planned to leave without a trace.
Hopefully, her family and others would be happy when she disappeared.
Since she could not afford them any joy, and she was desperate to disappear, her absence would definitely help her pay them.
Just after she had filled half of her table with spirits, she suddenly wanted to go to the toilet, so she staggered up, grabbed a bottle of foreign wine, and walked to the bathroom while drinking.
However, it was the first time for her to come to this sort of place.
She didn't know where the bathroom was. In addition, she was drinking too much.
She didn't even know where she was.
She only felt that there were many people around her.
Someone pushed her.
Deliberately or not, Macy couldn't even tell.
She fell on her face, and the wine in her hand flew in a perfect arc in the air as she fell.
That was not even the worst that could happen to Macy at the moment.
The worst was that in front of her was the best booth in the bar, and she landed in the middle of a certain man's legs on the far right of the booth.
Her mouth faced directly at his groin, and the wine she was holding spilled on his body.
Her brain, paralyzed by alcohol, was not as sensitive as before.
Macy was stunned for a moment, and then she hurriedly raised her head from the middle of the man's legs, with a small face that was extremely red.
"Hahaha, as expected of Mr. Quincy, as soon as you sat down, there was a beautiful woman who gave you hugs. Oh my, I'm so envious of you!" There was a teasing voice from the man's companion next to him, and his tone sounded like a cursing sailor.
Macy was still half-kneeling beside the man's legs at the moment, holding his slender legs with both hands.
She could only see the man's crotch, and his posture was ambiguous.
The man's physique was very handsome, with a narrow and strong waist, which made people admire him, and his shirt was wet because of the foreign wine that Macy spilled on him by mistake. His shirt stuck to his body because it was wet, making him look even more sexy.
Maybe it was the effect of the alcohol or this man's posture really made people unable to look away, but Macy's gaze stayed on the man's waist for a while.
"Does it look good?" A deep male voice came from above her head, which was unique in the noisy background music.
Macy's face instantly turned red, and she became hesitant to speak.
"No, I saw your clothes were wet..." she said uncomfortably.
Having said this, Macy realized that the man's clothes were wet with the wine that she poured on him.
For a while, her face became even redder.
While apologizing in panic, she took out a tissue from her bag and wanted to wipe the wine from the man's body , but she felt that the position was really inappropriate.
Her mind was in a mess, she didn't know what to do, and even forgot to get up.
"You haven't seen enough yet?" The man asked. He glanced at her kneeling posture, and his tone was ambiguous.
Macy finally noticed her awkward posture, her face turned blue and then white, and she hurriedly wanted to get up, but she had drunk too much, and fell into the man's arms.
"So active?" The man asked. His voice was stained with a smile, but there was still no emotion in his eyes.
This sentence, with a strong meaning of subtle humiliation, should have caused Macy to flee, but the moment she fell into his arms, she suddenly didn't want to get up.
He felt so comfortable, so warm... She couldn't remember when last someone hugged her.
Although she didn't even see what this man looked like, and because of the fact that she was married, she shouldn't have let any man other than Greg touch her.
However, under the numbness of alcohol, all of this was no longer within the scope of consideration. The only thing she could think of currently, was the warmth of his embrace.
Unconsciously, she reached out and wrapped her arms around the man's strong waist, burying her entire face in the man's strong chest.
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