Chapter 91
Daddy’s Doting Addiction
Chapter 91 It was late in the night before Jack returned from overtime at the company. He pushed open
the door to his bedroom and raised his eyebrow slightly.
The room was fully lit up.
âMister Daddy, youâre finally back. Iâd almost fallen asleep!â A melodious female voice could be heard
from within, and Jack looked up.
Naomi was lazing on the sofa in a strapped nightgown with a cartoon character print. She looked up at
him with her halfâcovered forehead. The woman did not seem to care that she was revealing her
collarbone. Her alluring white flesh was especially tantalizing as the warm light fell on her face. She was
like a beautiful rose, bright and dazzling, not even realizing how she looked. Jack suddenly felt his throat
tightening up, and he subconsciously reached up to pull at his collar. âYou were waiting for me?â âOf
course, we still havenât decided whoâs sleeping on the bed. So, I thought of a competition...
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Naomi had a cunning smile on her face as she said that. She then looked down at the coffee table.
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There were a few wine bottles on display, along with two wine glasses.
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That was right. It was Susanâs idea.
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Susan mentioned that Jack was not good with alcohol. He would always drink incredibly little during
business functions. Sometimes, he would go through a whole banquet without even finishing half a
glass. âLetâs have a drinking contest. Whoever gets drunk first will sleep on the floor. How about it? Do
you dare?â
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Naomi deliberately looked at Jack with a challenging look. In truth, she was not that great with alcohol
either. However, she had added water to one of the bottles in front of her.
Jack walked over, glancing at the wine bottles on the table as he meaningfully raised his eyebrow at her.
âAre you sure?â âOf course, Iâm sure! Iâm absolutely certain! Youâre a man, so stop dillyâdallying. Are you
saying that you donât have the guts?â âFine.â
The man walked next to Naomi and sat down. There was an amused smile on his lips. âDonât regret it.â
Unfortunately, Naomi did not read into the meaning behind his words. She had already opened the two
bottles and poured the wine into the cups.
âCome! Weâll have a bottle each! Weâll get more if itâs not enough!â
The man casually downed a full glass. âSure!â
Naomi stared at the man suspiciously. Was Mister Daddy not supposed to be bad with alcohol? Why did
he down the glass with such a practiced motion?
Even though she had her suspicions in her heart, Naomi still emptied her glass quickly. The second
glass, the third glass... They got to the end of the bottle. âKid, youâre drunk.â Jack gave Naomi a firm
conclusion. He was about to get up when a soft hand grabbed his wrist.
The familiar feeling of their skin touching caused Jack to suddenly freeze. That touch... Before he could
think about it, Naomi pulled her hand back and exclaimed, âWhoâs drunk?! Another one!â
Naomi clenched her teeth and sneakily used a silver needle to poke a few spots on herself, working hard
to stay sober.
She was already incredibly tipsy and had forgotten to even check her own conditions. After that, she
downed another glass.
âYour turn!â
âAlright, Iâll drink until you admit defeat.â
Jack raised an eyebrow. It had been incredibly long since someone challenged him to drink. In truth, it
was practically impossible for him to get drunk back in the day. âNo one could ever beat him. It was just
that he did not really like drinking, so outsiders thought he had terrible tolerance for alcohol, yet Naomi
picked that hill to die on. After a few more glasses, Naomi was completely gone. Her whole body
crumpled up on the sofa.
Looking at her petite figure, she looked a little pitiful. Jackâs heart softened. âWhatever, Iâll give you the
bed.â
He stood up and grabbed Naomiâs shoulder. He had been about to carry her up when Naomi suddenly
uttered a few drunken words, âStupid Daddy, not even letting me touch his hand! Bad guy!â
Jack paused as his eyes froze. âWhy do you want to touch me?â
However, Naomi had already collapsed into his arms in a deep slumber., The next morning, Naomi
opened her eyes in a blur. She reached out and noticed the bed
empty, causing her to wake up abruptly.