âHeâs just a douchebag!â
Stella placed a lot of emphasis on the word âdouchebag.â If Weston didnât know that she was really drunk, he would have thought she was faking it.
Weston pinched Stellaâs face. âWhy is he a douchebag?â
Stella smiled in silence and closed her eyes. It was as if she was having a flashback to some unpleasant experience.
Weston could see the light cast a faint shadow on her face and her long lashes with her eyes shut. He looked at her delicate side profile for a moment. Unable to resist himself, he kissed her on the cheek.
Stella turned to him and glared at him immediately. âWhat do you want?â
âNothing. Just a kiss, okay? Iâm not doing anything to you!â
Stella covered her face. âWouldnât that be too easy for you?!â
âYes. Would you be willing to let me?â
âNo.â Stella shook her head. After staring at Westonâs face for a few moments, she suddenly kissed him on the cheek too. âYouâre quite handsome too. I want to kiss you.â
Weston chuckled at that. While staring at her, he suddenly lowered his head and pressed the tip of his nose against hers. He kissed her upper lip for a moment and then quickly withdrew from the kiss.
âThatâs what you call a kiss,â he said.
Stella wrapped her arms around his neck and moved closer in response to Westonâs kiss.
Weston suddenly got a little nervous. When he thought she would kiss him again, Stella suddenly let go and laughed gleefully. âYouâre stupid! I actually fooled you like that!â
Weston was lost for words. Then, he set the glass of water aside and picked Stella up in his arms with a sullen face.
Stella wrapped her arms around his neck as she was suspended in midair. âWhat are you doing?â
âIâm taking you to the bath.â Weston looked down and smelled the alcohol on her. â
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What a drunk. Youâre reeking of alcohol. You mustnât go to bed without a shower.â
Weston was not on his turf but was still quite particular in terms of cleanliness.
Stella was still a little confused when Weston put her in the bathtub. She mumbled,â So much waterâ¦â
While sinking and floating in the water, she questioned, âAre you trying to drown me?â
Weston gave her a look. âThis amount of water wonât drown you.â
Stella grabbed the edge of the tub and tried to climb out. Weston saw that, and his eyebrows kept twitching at her action.
He stopped her. âDonât move!â
Stellaâs clothes were wet. The wet fabric revealed her beautiful figure and her waistline. He could see everything.
Westonâs face turned darker as he tried to suppress himself. Then, he simply turned around and refused to look at her.
âGet in now. Iâll bathe you,â Weston urged, but what he did not expect to see was the view in the mirror in front of him. From the reflection, he saw Stella looking at him with dewy eyes and blushing cheeks.
As soon as their gaze met, Weston could feel something in him getting out of control. He could not restrain himself anymore.
Weston gritted his teeth hard. Then, he turned around and followed Stella into the tub.
Weston pinned Stella to the edge of the tub and ripped her shirt off right away. He asked, âDo you know what youâre doing?â
He looked at the innocent and dazed look on her face. Then, he suddenly lowered his head to kiss her and slowly inched downward.
Stella had no idea what was going on and slapped the water helplessly. âIâm drowning⦠Iâm drowningâ¦â
Stella kept crying, but Weston acted as if he could not hear her. He held her neck and lifted her head out of the water, allowing her to breathe. The rest was not up to her anymore.
Weston kissed her skin and slowly went down. It was as if he wanted to eat her up. Soon, he used heavier and heavier force.
Stellaâs mind was a little unclear. Even so, she suddenly jolted from Westonâs hot touch. âI⦠I need to use the toiletâ¦â