She could feel his alcoholic breath drawing closer and closer towards her. She turned her head to the said. “What are you doing? Go to sleep if you’re drunk I’m tired...”
He suddenly caught her chin and forced her to look straight at him. Neither of them could see each other’s expressions clearly. Arianne’s heart was still racing. Every time she tried to leave, he would tighten his hold on her. She was left with no choice but to submit to his will. She did not want to show up at work on Monday with bruises.
Her soft lips were sealed. Her mind was muddled by the alcohol in his breath. Actually, he was still the same Mark, but for the fact that he had tried his best to put on a face that she liked in front of her. She didn’t know what she did to draw his ire. Was she not supposed to ask that question, or was she not supposed to snatch his liquor glass away?
Finally, he broke away. She heaved large, labored breaths to take in some fresh air. She was close to suffocation. Kisses were supposed to be beautiful and romantic. Why did they feel like they could crush her? Or had he used too much force?
She really didn’t want to debate with a drunk man. The only way was to wait until he was sober the next day, then talk. Catching him off guard, she used her petite body to her advantage and slipped away. She jumped off the bed and bolted towards the door. She had just put her hand on the door knob when she felt something tighten around her waist. Then, her feet were lifted off from the floor.
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