Drunk And Drugged
‘Okay.’
I got up from the sofa, grabbed the Masseto and drank straight from the bottle.
I pretended it was just grape-flavoured Fanta.
No big deal.
I could handle it.
Ferguson’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets when I finished the entire bottle without stopping.
I plonked the empty bottle back on the glass table and wiped my mouth.
‘There. It’s done. I know you’re a man of your word, Mr Ferguson. You can give the signed contract to my Aunt Rainey. Now if you’ll excuse me.’
Ferguson was in too much shock to stop me.
I paused when I walked past Queen Bitch, whose jaw was on the floor. ‘Aunt Rainey, you still don’t know me very well. I can REALLY hold my liquor.’
I was my father’s daughter, after all.
‘Wait!’ She tried to grab my arm.
I slung my Christian Dior Book Tote over one shoulder.
Its hard edge almost hit her in the face.
Rainey recoiled.
I sauntered out.
As soon as the door closed behind me, I swayed on my feet.
My knees grew weak.
A fire started in my stomach and was blaz
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