All Novel Sweet
7
Greg’s POV
SITTING at the club and watching, strippers were dancing on the strippers pole.
The colorful multipurpose bulbs were circulating all over the club, as some ear piercing music from the tannoy was playing seldomly on the background.
“Why did you try escaping???”, I thought as I gallop directly from a bottle of whiskey.
“More bottles of whiskey please!!”, I squealed at the bartender.
“Why are you doing this Greg? I won’t let you have more bottles”, Lionel mumbled taking the bottle from me.
“Why won’t you let me?”, I asked furrowing my brows.
“C’mon Greg, this is already the sixth bottle you are gonna empty within few seconds. You reek of alcohol already”, he murmured.
“Mind your business!”, I smacked, still meshing and gagging some alcohol.
“Why are you doing this? Is it because of her? I know you only drink when you feel guilty. Are you getting drunk because you hurt her?”, he asked but I didn’t utter a word.
“Remember, she is only but a tool for revenge, don’t you dare fall in love with her”, he warned sternly, making my eyes to narrow.
“I need to go home now”, I uttered spranging up to my butts.
“Jones is holding a dinner party at his house by dusk tomorrow, won’t you be in attendance? Remember you couldn’t make it to Nelson’s engagement party”, he reminded.
“I will be in attendance, can I go now?”, I smirked as he flashed me a smile.
…The Next Morning…
Gianna’s POV
I fluttered my eyes trying to open it but I couldn’t due to how swollen it was, my body arched badly, my hands were numb due to the rope tied around it, and I was bleeding from the nose, as my lips was torn a little.
He was so enraged at me the previous night.
All my yelling, crying, and pleading only added oil to the flame.
I could hear the cracking of the door but I couldn’t view who surfaced because I couldn’t open my eyes due to the scorching pain.
“Oh my gawd! Am sorry ma’am”, I heard a voice, and then I decoded it was one of the maids.
She moved to me and help loosen up the rope.
Then she aided me to the bathtub as she prepared a warm bath for me. She helped in massaging my swollen and arching body as she rubbed some balms on it.
She gave me some painkillers and fed me some soup before helping me change into some new pair of cloth.
…Time Skip…
“Open up this door straight up!”, I heard Greg yelled for the hundredth time, but I made no move to open it, didn’t he have the guts to hurt me?Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.
“He is gonna perish for all I please”, I thought as I adjusted on the bed.
“Dont let me use the spare key, or you are gonna be doomed”, he uttered coldly and I could sense he was pissed already.
“Do your worst! I’m not scared of you”, I yelled.