Embarrassed
1002 Words
Macy's face was so red and flushed at the moment.
It was hard to tell whether Quincy's jokes were true or false.
Macy happened to have the kind of memory that could not remember anything the next day after drinking so much,so she could only rely on and believe what others said.
How did she get here? Naked with this strange man in his bed.
Thinking of this, Macy's face became even more intensely red.
"I'm... I'm sorry," Macy said, lowered her head in shame and shrank into the quilt subconsciously.
"I... I drank too much..." she added.
Her voice sounded quieter by the second, and finally it was as quiet as a mosquito, which made Quincy guess what she was saying based on her closed lips.
Macy's drinking capacity was quite good, but she drank way too much wine that night, in a bid to forget her sorrows. In the past, her friends always told her that she was a completely different person from when she was drunk than when she was sober.
Whenever she woke up with a memory that couldn't remember anything, she would have no idea how crazy she was playing after being drunk, until someone explained it to her..
Macy was regretting her hangover from yesterday, when a huge shadow suddenly fell over her head.
Unprepared, the man next to her suddenly approached her and imprisoned her under his body with one hand.
Macy fell onto the bed with a look of panic.
The corner of the man's mouth evoked a wicked smile, and his snake-like tongue licked his lower lip sexually.
"Next time, if you tempt me like this again, I won't let you go so kindly," he told Macy.
He leaned over to her ear, his voice low and hoarse, and with the charm of a grown man.
Macy's heartbeat instantly missed several beats.
Quincy had gotten rid of Macy's clothes the previous night. After all, they were stained with alcohol and wine, and there was no way she could continue to put them on.
"Put this on," Quicy said, and threw a delicate paper bag to Macy. The logo on the paper bag looked very familiar to her.
Majeed, an internationally renowned women's clothing.
Looking at the interior of the house, Macy guessed that Quincy's identity was absolutely extraordinary, and she was in a trance, secretly begging him not to have anything to do with Greg, otherwise once this matter spread to Greg's ears, even if nothing had happened between her and Quincy, she would be disgraced.
Macy hugged her clothes and wanted to wait until Quincy left before changing, but the man didn't seem to want to go out, instead he stared at her with a malicious smile.
He stared at her so intensely that her face was red for a while, and she lowered her head coyly.
"Turn around,'' Macy whispered to Quincy.
In fact, what she originally wanted to say was to ask him to leave the room for a while.
However, the way he was looking at her made her too afraid to speak, and she abruptly replaced "go out" with "turn around".
The corner of the man's mouth raised viciously.
"I saw it last night. Why are you so ashamed?" Quincy asked her.
As he spoke, he stood up at will.
The quilt slipped off, revealing a large piece of beautifully curved muscles, and the perfect line of his abdomen, outlined a wicked arc.
Macy lowered her head subconsciously, and her face flushed.
Just after that, a tune suddenly sounded in her ear.
She was very familiar with the tune because it was her cell phone's ringtone.
Turning her head to the sound, Macy saw her bag lying quietly on the carpet next to her, and the sound came from the bag.
Macy hurriedly hid under the quilt and changed her clothes, and then took out her mobile phone from her bag.
The caller was her assistant, Melissa Brown, a very capable young girl.
Macy didn't expect that as soon as she pressed the answer button, Melissa would be crying anxiously.
"Macy, where are you? Come back soon! Something has happened!" Melissa said urgently into the phone.
Since Melissa Brown became her assistant, Macy had never seen her so flustered, and her heart suddenly tightened.
But she still maintained the calm she should have on the surface, comforting Melissa in a steady voice.
"Don't panic, I'll be on my way now," Macy replied.
Quincy, next to her, watched her with interest.
The woman who was just as shy as the girl next door, now switched to the mode of a female elite in the workplace after a while, and he couldn't help but smile.
Interesting.
After hanging up the phone, Macy returned to her previous demeanor and stared at Quincy for a while, only to realize that she didn't know the name of this handsome man who lacked a bit of fireworks.
''What's your name?'' Macy asked Quincy.
"My name is Quincy," Quincy said and smiled.
Macy lowered her head slightly, as if she didn't dare to look at Quincy's eyes.
"Mr. Quincy, I'll leave first. I have something else to do. I'll give you the money for the clothes another day," She said with a quiet tone.
After saying that, she didn't dare to wait for Quincy to answer, so she hurried out.
The previous night, she had given him all her bank cards, ID cards, and credit cards. There was only a mobile phone left in her bag. She didn't even have money for a taxi when she went out. How did she intend to leave?
Quincy shook his head and sighed helplessly.
After a while, he drove up to Macy, who was standing helplessly on the side of the road, wondering how to get away from there. He rolled down the car window and ordered her.
"Get in the car!'' Quincy said to Macy with a clear and not-so commanding tone that made her heart skip.
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