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aged whiskey. I didn't want to wait for the waiter to pour the drink, my impatience getting the best of me, so I opened one of the bottles and started drinking straight from it, the amber liquid

e going to get drunk." Her words hung in the air, a warning that I chose to ignore, my min

ass, and said, her voice tinged with worry, "You're not used to drinking so much." Her words were like a n

down, even though it made me feel like I might throw up, my stomach churning with each swallow. Then I put my head down, my vision blurring slightly as the alc

ith condescension, "You're acting like a teenager." His words were like a slap in the face, a reminder of m

knife, "Well, he is only twenty-five, so he's still young." Her words were like salt in an open wound, a reminder of

ates with a sharp sound that pierced the air. I was annoyed that Portia only saw me as a teenager, my pride wounded by her words, especial

and said, my words slurring slightly, "Well, this teenager has a ten-inch penis. I bet your boyfriend, Mr. Lucas the billionaire, has seven at most." My w

ike I was right about his size, my ego swelling with pride at the thought, because he didn't say anything, his silence speaking volumes. He just blushed, his cheeks turning a deep

language screaming intimacy and familiarity. I even dropped my fork under the table, the metal clanging against the floor as I ben

a's thighs, his hand resting on her smooth skin with a familiarity that made my blood boil. I got furious, my anger rising like a tidal wave, and stood up angrily, my chair scraping against the

rong with you? You seem really drunk. Calm down, and remember that your fans are watching you." Her words were like a bucket of cold wat

th each passing second, my mind consumed by thoughts of Mr. Luc

and chiseled features, and said, my voice dripping with venom, "Oh yeah, then they should know why I'm so angry! This man didn't respect me as a man. He kept touching my sister

p of thunder, getting everyone's attention at our table, t

g my nerves on fire. It was so irritating to see him touching Portia, my mind reeling with images of th

, and coldly told me, his voice like ice, "You need to leave now." His words were like a slap in the face, a dis

cking me out because you own this bar! How nice of you to ruin our fifth anniversary with your rude and selfish behavior." My words were

ing like thunder, "Get out of here right now!" His words were like a challenge, a gauntlet t

m taking my sister-in-law with me." My words were like a declaration of war, a challenge to his authority and his claim

Lucas tried to stop her by holding her hand, his fingers wrapping around her wrist like a vice, and asked, his voice filled with desperation and confusion, "Where

spect that it was a special night for us. You were selfish and rude. How dare you kick my brother-in-law and my sister in front of me?" She kept shouting at him, her words like bullets pierci

him, my ego swelling with pride at the thought o

ou, Portia." His words were like a plea, a last-ditch effort to win her back, but I co

voice like a knife cutting through the air, "Get your hands off me right now, or you'll never see me again." Her words were like a death sentence, a final nail

a dog heeling to its master, and I felt a sur

manding the attention of everyone in the room. Everyone's eyes were on her, their gazes drawn to her like moths to a flame, including mine, my eyes drinking in every curve and contour of her body. I was impressed, my

ning bolt, a possessive desire that consumed me whole, my body ach

their depths. I was a married man, pledged to love and honor my wife until death do us part, and yet here I was, lusting after her sister like a dog in heat, my mind consumed with thoughts of her body and her soul. I was a disgrace, a man unw