135. Drunk

"He slept with every secretary? Did he start it after I left or did he used to do it before as well? I am so angry. I feel sad and drunk. I want to cry." Arabella whined to herself as she wandered around the empty corridor with heels in her hands. Her steps were slow and sluggish, proving how drunk she was.

"No! No! What's wrong with me? What am I thinking? Why am I thinking like this? I am not the usual secretary! I am his wife. Nor am I jealous of them. I am not up for his one time. I am going to be his lifetime and show those gi-..." She couldn't complete her self boost when suddenly someone from behind pressed a hand on her mouth and within a blink of an eye, she found herself pressed up against the wall.

Her eyes widened in shock and her heart picked up in fear of the supposed danger. But soon the touch felt too familiar in the dark. Soon the person opened his mouth and the voice seemed familiar too.