“We’ll see.” “No. Let’s get it clear right now.” “Stop pushing your luck, Eugene. Leave or I won’t talk to you anymore.” Looking at Olivia’s long face, Eugene was reluctant to give in by saying, “There goes the threat again!”
Still, his body reacted honestly as he rose to his feet to leave the room. “I’ll see you later.” Smiling, she gazed at the closed door and stroked North’s hair. “Sorry, baby.”
Bang! A while later, Olivia was fast asleep when the door suddenly opened. Due to the unrestrained grip of the incoming person, a loud noise resounded in the room. She opened her eyes to see Eugene grabbing the door while putting a finger near his lips,. motioning her to be quiet. He even warned the door sternly, “Quiet!”
She was dumbfounded by the scene. It made noise because he opened the door, though. Why is he scolding it? Did he drink too much? She got out of bed and approached him. “Has Hayden passed out?” He nodded proudly. “Yup.”
Olivia was speechless. So, that’s why you’re acting the same? Before she could hold him, Eugene pulled her into his embrace abruptly. “Olivia!” “Let go of me first.” She wriggled to free herself from him.
“No. I’ll lose you,” he protested. Words failed her when she heard that. So, are you going to keep hugging me like this? What a ‘good’ excuse. “I can’t breathe.”
Eugene released his arms a little. “Are you alright?” Then, he approached her with a smile as his gaze turned ambiguous. “Do you need mouth- to-mouth resuscitation?” While his pouty lips drew closer to her, she pushed him away. “In your dreams!”
He behaved. “I won’t take advantage of you. I guess that’s a ‘no’ then.” Olivia almost laughed in irritation, for she was uncertain whether it was a drunk act. “Let me go.” He looked at her in grievance. “But… I want a kiss.”
She tipped on her toes to give a peck on his lips. Just as she was going to retreat, he pulled her over. “I want more.” He leaned over and she did not dodge it since she planned to make him happy by granting his wish.
The scent of wine wafted over her face and filled her mouth. As her heart was beating crazily, her body gradually lost its strength. She wrapped her arms around the man’s neck as if she would not slump onto the ground that way. Eugene’s arms tightened around her as he could not control his urge anymore. A slightly frightened Olivia pushed him away lightly and called his name, “Eugene-”
However, his rationality was long replaced by alcohol-induced urge and lust; he twirled her around to pinned her against the wall. The gentleness was laced with dominating masculinity just as it did that year.
The sudden recall of memory poured on Olivia’s parade. She stared at the blinded man and her expression drained of color that even her body was trembling in fear.
Following that, she began to move around in surprise to shove him away. Her eyes were rife with rage. “Let me go! You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you, Eugene?”
He’s freaking roaring drunk at his mother’s place!
