In a late night, Max Bar, Ethan Adams was stung by the bitter sweetness aroused by drunk Mia.
Sleeping on the couch, she had a beautiful profile. Rosy cheeks, delicate lips and a scattered lock of hair swaying in her sweet breathing. Drinking in her features, Ethan Adams was struggling with his flying hormones.
Hesitatively, he smoothed a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
Holy shit. It felt so good and soft… Adams caressed her face back and forward on the back of his hand.
“Liam…” Mia muttered, dragged his arm towards her, demanding for a hug.
Disarmed by alcohol, Adams lost his balance and bowed headlong onto her.
“Mia, sorry… I didn’t mean to…” Ethan elbowed against the sofa, trying to sit up straight.
“Liam, shush… stay with me…” Mia begged tenderly against his ear. Her breath was soft and sweet.
“I…” against the stern warnings of his subconscious, Ethan was entranced by the tempting proximity of Mia, scrabbling around for self-restraint.
“Liam, don’t you want me at all?” From beneath her lashes, Mia cast him a cloudy, needy gaze. God, it was captivating.
Throwing her arms inch by inch around his neck, Mia reached around his face frantically with her lips and gave a blissful sign when finding his.
Then, she kissed him deeply.
A delicious current zapped through Ethan.
Thank God! The girl he had been longing for more a decade, was kissing him and inviting him to enter her wholeheartedly.
Paralyzed with the sensation sharpened by alcohol, Ethan surrendered to his desires, forgetting everything else… friendships, reputation and the aftermath. This moment only belonged to a man and a woman, overwhelmed by lust.
In dire need for closer combination, he would die to set his sexual urge free.
Upset by Mia’s aversion, Ethan’s head swam with bitterness—last night, it was Mia who gave him the French look in the first place! Otherwise he would never touch her!
“Mia, let’s tell Liam everything. You said he does not want you, right? I want you! I will marry you and make you the happiest woman in the world!”
Ethan promised in a hurry.
“No! I love Liam. He is my only love! You knew it 20 years ago!” Mia shook her head violently.
No! She does not love Ethan at all! She only wants Liam!
Completely thrown with fury, Ethan grabbed the pillow from Mia and pointed at the love bites all over her body: “Yes! I knew it 20 years ago! Then why did you hook up with me last night? Why did you panted and moaned at me like a whore? Did you regard me as a ponce or one-night stand sex partner?”
Stung by his bitter, vulgar irony, Mia dragged the blanket for coverage and yelled back: “I was wasted! Shameless for you take advantage of a drunk woman! Damn you bastards! I hate you! All of you!”
Tears ran down her face endlessly.
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