Chapter 5

Brian gave me a fierce look, then pushed everyone out and slammed the door shut.

"I told you not to talk nonsense and you didn't obey, did you? Today I'm going to teach you what I haven't taught you for so many years!" The expression on his face was extremely ferocious.

"Okay, but don't forget what my job is. I'm not afraid of any family scandal. You can hit me. As long as you dare to hit me again, I'll do a domestic violence test. As for your mistress, I'll report it truthfully." I saw Brian's face change and continued, "By the way, then I'll go to the court to sue you for the offence of bigamy. Your baby can be the evidence. And the evidence is solid!"

Brian's expression kept changing, and he couldn't say a word because of my words. He clenched his fists tightly, his teeth chattering, but he did not dare to touch me again.

Seeing this, my mother-in-law refused to give in and kept shouting to sue me for beating the old man.

I looked at my mother-in-law, like she was a clown, sneered and ignored her. I turned around, turned my back to them, and said coldly, "I'll give you an hour to get out of my house, or I'll make you famous immediately."

Then I slammed the door and went into the bedroom.

I slid to the ground like a deflated ball. Looking at the mess on the ground, I breathed a sigh of relief.

I didn't know how I felt in my heart. I wanted to cry, but my eyes were dry and I couldn't cry at all. My heart was also empty.

After a while, I got up numbly and found the medicine box to simply treat the wounds on my face and neck. I began to clean up the room. At that time, I was throwing everything in the house crazily. I only had one thought in my heart, that was to throw out everything that was used by them!

After tidying up the room and myself, I collapsed on the bed and my phone rang. It was Margaret who called.

"Alicia, how are you? Have you been bullied? Do you need me to come now? Do you need to call the police?" As soon as the phone took through, Margaret asked a series of questions.

My heart ached from the scenes just now, but I didn't want to worry Margaret anymore. I pretended to be relaxed and said with a smile, "It's okay. I got a little bullied, but I bullied them back."

Margaret also breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this, "That's good. But when did you become so powerful? How did you bully them back?"

I told Margaret about it, and Margaret was still scared, "Fortunately, you're fine. It's too dangerous. Remember to call me next time. Do you understand?"

Seeing that I agreed, Margaret was relieved, "All right, you have a good rest. I, the little writer, am going to write the novel."

After saying goodnight to Margaret, I couldn't sleep at all. I tossed and turned and felt as if my heart had been crushed by a big stone. There was an irrational desire for wine in my heart. But there was no wine in my house because neither Brian nor I drank it.

For the first time in my life, I ran to a bar alone in the middle of the night.

When I got to the bar, I hesitated and didn't dare to go in. I'd been with Brian since college, and he never let me go to places like bars.

I patted my face hard. Brian and I were about to get a divorce, so why did I bother myself? Then I boldly walked into the "Gift."

The "Gift" was not as dirty as I thought it was. The overall tone was blue. The people in the bar were drinking together in twos and threes, playing soothing music, and the environment was surprisingly warm.

Perhaps it was because of the excessive comfort around me that I unknowingly drank a lot of wine.

When I walked out of the bar, my mind was especially clear, but my footsteps were groggy.

I stood by the car and rummaged around in my bag for the keys, but I couldn't find them.

"What are you looking for? Do you need me to help you find it?" A lewd voice sounded behind me.

I turned around in shock. In front of me was a man who was even more obscene than his voice.

"No need." I rejected him harshly and quickly looked for the keys, hoping to get rid of the man in front of me.

Unexpectedly, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into his arms.

I frowned slightly, curled my elbows, and pushed hard, directly against the man's chest, and I heard a howl.

Taking advantage of this gap, I quickly took out the pepper spray in my bag. The moment the man got up and wanted to pounce on me again, I pressed the button...

The man's fat body immediately rolled to the ground.

I put away the pepper spray, clapped my hands, and looked at the man rolling on the ground with his eyes covered. Over the past few years, I had been trained to be able to deal with an ordinary rascal alone.

It's just... Except for the last time when I was controlled...

Thinking of the last time, I suddenly saw a similar man standing not far from me, and he was... very close to my car.

I shook my dizzy head because of the alcohol and laughed at myself. That man was not an ordinary person at first sight. How could he appear here?

I staggered and took out the car keys, ready to get in the car and rest, then call a substitute driver.

However, as I approached, I found that the imaginary man did not disappear. Instead, he became clearer. At the same time, I was shocked and had a bold idea.

It was this man in front of me. They wronged me because of him... Should I rebel once?

Without further thought, I pulled his tie and pressed my lips against his lips. Without looking at his expression, I stuck my tongue to his tightly closed teeth.

Maybe I was too inexperienced to make him comfortable and heard him snort.

At this moment, the bodyguard behind him seemed to want to stop me, but he stopped the bodyguard.

I left his lips and stared into his eyes. When I saw his deep eyes, I suddenly felt that a fire had burned my mind away. I pulled his tie open with both hands and unbuttoned his shirt. My head lowered and I stuck my tongue to his Adam's apple all the way down. My saliva covered his tight chest.

As expected, I heard his breathing getting heavier.

I looked up, met his eyes, which were more beautiful when he had the passion, and whispered in his ear, "Let us make love."

This sentence seemed to ignite his desire. He pinched my shoulder hard and whispered, "Don't regret it."

As he spoke, he picked me up and stepped on the accelerator. The car had already rushed out. A moment later, we were already in the hotel.

After entering the door, he hugged me and we fell on the bed. He turned me upside down and chewed on my neck. When he met the wound, he even licked me gently. He rubbed my chest with one hand and reached into my skirt with the other hand. His hand moved from my foot to my abdomen.

His hands were like magic, and everywhere he touched became itchy, and he took me under his body to breathe. I had never experienced this kind of crazy pleasure before until we really did it, and in the sound of our crazy breathing, I was about to be drowned out by the ecstasy.

I wanted to suppress my screams, but our bodies fit so well that I couldn't control myself, so I could only follow him burning my mind in the flames of the desire.

I knew how crazy I was now, but I really didn't regret it.

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