Did We Do It?
1081 Words
"Hey, Quincy, is this the new chick you found? She won't let you go?" A very stylishly dressed man sitting at the back of the booth joked.
Quincy glanced at the man coldly.
The man immediately shut his mouth, and continued to have his drink.
Macy moved uneasily, and Quincy lowered his eyes and looked carefully at the woman who had suddenly rushed over and poured alcohol on him.
She was very thin, with her small waist in his grip, and the appearance of the petite lady in his arms, made him suddenly feel like protecting her.
Her eyelashes were long and dense, a bit like a doll on the counter, and her skin was white like snow.
Yes, just the type he liked.
It's just that the smell of alcohol all over her body was really disappointing.
His wet shirt stuck to his body and made him feel very uncomfortable.
Quincy frowned, and removed Macy's hand around his waist with one hand.
With a little nudge, he forced her to let go of him.
Just as he was about to stand up to leave, unexpectedly, Macy hugged his neck.
"Don't go, please hug me again, I'll pay you for it!" Macy said.
With that said, she stuffed all the cash in her bag into Quincy's hand.
"I'll give it to you, I'll give it all to you," Macy said.
After she finished stuffing the cash into Quincy's hand, she saw that he still had a frown on his face, so she thought the money was too little.
She put her bank card and credit card into his hand.
When the people in the booth saw what happened, they almost laughed out loud, but because of Quincy's arrogance, they didn't dare to laugh, and they obviously struggled to hold back the pain of stuffing their laughter in their stomach.
Quincy glanced at the group of bad friends out of the corner of his eye, and tightly squeezed the money that Macy had put into his hands, with a gloomy expression on his face.
What a night.
Quincy was bought over by a little girl with money in front of so many of his friends in a nightclub!
"Don't be angry," Macy said, as she tugged at the corner of Quincy's clothes, and her tears fell on the ground with a smack.
"I didn't mean to," she added.
She had a lovely face, and crying like this made Quincy feel distressed.
Quincy rubbed his forehead.
He had an instant headache.
Finally, he reached out and pulled Macy, who was crying like a bun, into his arms.
Leaning over to her ear, Quincy's mouth curled into a wicked smile.
"Since you bought me over, make sure you don't regret it," he said.
As soon as he said that, without waiting for Macy to answer, he picked her up by her waist, ignoring the eyes of the people around him, and strode away with her in his arms.
Quincy took her to his house.
The next day, when Macy opened her eyes, she was in a daze, as an enlarged handsome face appeared in front of her, which made her stunned.
This handsome face was out of place.
Macy was an editor-in-chief of a fashion magazine company, whose main job was to deal with various star models.
She had to admit that she had never seen any face that could match Quincy's.
Just when she was absent-minded, a pair of dark eyes came into view, and the corner of the man's mouth was hooked with a smirk.
The next second, a low but rude voice entered her ears.
"The top is good, but the bottom is better. Right?" He asked.
This man's voice made Macy's face flush red with one sentence.
Besides, she struggled to understand what he was talking about because he seemed to be speaking in parables.
"Was it good?" Quincy asked mischievously, flashing a half smile.
She stared at him for a long time.
Macy lowered her head subconsciously, and when she did that she accidentally kissed his shoulder.
She froze.
They seemed to have been hugging each other naked.
After being stunned for a moment, Macy hurriedly pushed Quincy away, grabbed the blanket in a panic, and covered a large area of her smooth skin.
She trembled like a deer.
Frightened, she pointed at Quincy and stammered.
"You, what did you make me do?... Did we? Did..." Macy asked.
The corner of Quincy's mouth raised a very mischievous arc.
"Yes, we did," he replied.
What? Macy was stunned for a while. She lowered her eyes, and had a lonely expression on her face.
Even though Greg Chase had lovers everywhere in the city in the past three years of their marriage, and he refused to touch even her finger, in her heart, she was his husband, and the marriage still existed in his name at least.
Since she still bore his name, how could she do such a thing behind Greg's back?
Another hangover disaster.
How come you haven't grown at all? Macy silently rebuked herself in her heart.
Wasn't the incident caused by the last hangover she had big enough? Had she not learnt her lesson?
In her life, she would never touch that damn alcohol again!
Probably because her self-loathing was too pitiful, Quincy couldn't bear to tease her like this any longer.
He raised his slender fingers and paused at the bridge of Macy's small nose, then bent his index finger and hooked it lightly.
Clicking her nose, he said from above her head again.
"I lied to you, we didn't do it." Quincy said.
There was some tenderness in his voice.
''Really? We didn't do it?'' Macy asked. Her pitch-black eyes were wide open like a deer, as she raised her head and stared at Quincy with a bit of timidity, holding the blanket in front of her chest tightly with both hands.
Greg nodded.
''Then, why are we naked, holding each other?'' She asked.
Macy was really embarrassed to ask this, but she had to because she was actually naked, lying on the bed with him.
Compared to Macy's shyness, Quincy looked more magnanimous, and his eyes were filled with a malicious smile.
"How dare you ask this sort of question? Last night you hugged me and refused to let go. And asked me to take a bath with you," Quincy said.
When the word "bath" was mentioned, his eyes flashed with a buoyant smile.
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