Demon CEO's Hidden Love: Mr Grayson Stole Me From My Abusive Husband-Chapter 115: A Drunken Episode

"Alright, that’s enough drinking out of you." Jessica groaned, reaching for the shot glass out of Brooke’s hand.

Brooke raised her hand, keeping the glass away. "Come on, I can still go another round."

Jessica pinched her temples, "Brooke, your alcohol tolerance is shit. You’ve had like..." she counted with her eyes, "Three shots and you’re already this drunk. If I let you take another one, your scary husband will fire me."

But Brooke was far gone, she raised her hand, signalling someone, "Can I get another glass, Mr waiter who can’t keep his eyes off my breasts?" She asked in a loud voice, causing some heads to turn in their direction.

Jessica decided to turn in for the night before Thane actually went off. She turned around to check on Danny’s side, only to see her boss walk up to their table.

"Mr Grayson-"

"I’ve arranged a car for you three, and also, take tomorrow off." He said.

"But, that client-"

"I’ll handle it." He hardened his tone, Jessica nodded and got up, slightly tipsy, to help the bartender get the passed out twins out of the bar.

Thane turned to Brooke, he pushed the bottle of alcohol away from her and took her by the hand.

Brooke squinted at Thane, her fingers tracing his face. "You’re not our waiter."

Thane chuckled, lifting her from her seat. But Brooke’s legs turned to jelly, and she face-planted into his chest.

"You’re way too hot for a waiter," she slurred, eyes glassy.

Thane smiled wryly. "And you’re way too drunk."

As he carried her out, camera phones flashed, but his security details who had been mixed with the crowd swiftly intervened.

Settling Brooke into the car, Thane tried to circle over to the other side, but she clutched his wrist.

"Don’t leave me for the open bar," she whispered, eyes closed.

Thane deadpanned, "You’re drunk."

Brooke moaned, "You’re handsome. Who needs sobriety?"

He chuckled, "Cute, but no."

A whiny groan came out of her lips, "Come on." She tugged at him, drawing him closer. In whisperers she said, "My husband has a lot of money, which means I have a lot of money. I’ll make you happy tonight." she traced her hand from his wrist to his chest.

Thane rested his arm over the car and cast her an all knowing look, "And what will your husband say when he finds out you’ve been picking up men from the streets?"

She traced her finger around his chest, drawing out his abs, a sensual smile planted on her lips. She gestured him to lean in closer, which he did, curious to see how she would respond.

A part of him actually scared of what she would say.

But that part vanished when she pecked him on the lip and whispered, "Silly, you are my husband." Then giggled like an excited pre-school girl.

Thane bit on his lower lip, fighting the urge to lick it.

"Come on," she slapped the space next to her, "Quickly, before my husband gets mad at me again."

Thane frowned, and didn’t say a word.

She went on, her eyes watery, "Oops, that’s my old husband, he’s very, very, very, very, veeeery strict with me." She said, sinking the back of her head into the seat.

Thane took off his jacket, before getting in the car, then he carefully placed them on her shoulders so she wouldn’t catch cold.

"See!" She slapped his arm, "He won’t do this for me! My old husband never took me anywhere! He never let me do anything and he...he..." she stopped talking and looked at Thane, her eyes puffy and her lips contorted into a pout.

"What are you waiting for? Comfort me!" Her mood suddenly turned cranky, as she stretched her arms out, expecting a hug.

Thane blinked twice, trying to keep up. He leaned in to hug her, but she pushed him away and dramatically turned over to the window, hugging herself.

"Aaah!" She groaned, "My new husband is the perfect gentleman, he never says anything he doesn’t mean to, and always acts proper around me." She went on, in a tone Thane was unable to read.

"But sometimes, a woman has doubts, you know?" She sniffled, sounding sad all of a sudden.

The driver in front quietly excused himself out of the car, giving the Mrs time to settle down.

Thane’s expression softened, he gently reached for her shoulder, "What’s making you worried my love?" He asked, knowing she wouldn’t remember this the next morning anyways.

Brooke turned around slowly, she eyed him head to toe, then rested her head on his shoulder, hugging him from the side.

"It’s my husband, can you believe we’ve lived together for a while, and I still don’t know a thing about him?" She asked in a calm, sober like tone.

Thane parted his lips to answer, but she cut him off, "He leaves for days without telling me anything that I sometimes wonder if he’s actually a Mafia boss, like the ones I read about online."

Mafia boss?

Thane wondered what would make her mind wander off that far.

"But, then again, my husband is so docile, he couldn’t hurt a fly." She sighed into his embrace. Thane wrapped his arms around her, trying to comfort her for having such a difficult husband.

"He always pays attention to me, listens to all I have to say and solves all my problems. I swear, I must’ve done something good in my past life to have him in my life." She went on, saying the things she never would’ve said to him on a good day.

Thane smiled and kissed her messy hair, "Well, that’s because he obviously loves you."

Brooke snorted, and raised her head. "Oh yeah? How would you know what he’s thinking?!" She snapped at him all of a sudden.

Thane tried to cook up an explanation, only for Brooke to dramatically fall into his arms again. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

"It’s hopeless. We share a bed, but I’ve never seen him naked even once...." She was saying, but stopped herself when an ’idea’ popped into her head.

She disengaged from the hug and grinned at Thane, like she was a five year old looking at a jar of candy.

"You know, you look just like my husband." She said, tracing her fingers to his buttons.

"Brooke, calm down-"

But she didn’t listen and pushed him onto the seat, then crawled on top of him, her eyes filled with nothing but lust. She leaned in and tore a random button off with her teeth.

She raised her head and spat the button out, "Maybe," she bit her lower lip, "You can help me out with that."

Author’s Note: Gifts anyone?