As in thoroughly, utterly drunk.
He remained silent and stoic as Josephine continued t o hammer at his chest.
Exhausted and dry of tears, Josephine dropped onto the floor and stared blankly into space.
"Josie!" Zayne called out to her again and again, his voice thick with hurt.
However, Josephine only fetched out a strip of doublesided tape to shut his mouth.
Then, she stood by the headboard. She stared down at Zayne Severe like a predator who had caught sight of its prey.
"Zayne Severe, you b*stard," she spat out.
"You ruined my life. I can't fall in love again anymore because you've spoiled me for everyone else. What am I supposed to do now?"
Josephine turned around, feeling more despondent the more she droned on. Pulling another bottle from the wine cabinet, she opened it and chugged directly from it.
Without realizing it, Josephine's life had intertwined too deeply with alcohol.
Perhaps it was the countless lonely nights where only
alcohol could drive off her insomnia. Slowly but surely, Josephine had turned into an addict who lived off alcohol.
Bottle after bottle Josephine gulped, hoping the alcohol would chase away the indignance she was feeling. Alas, her indignance only grew, turning into ants that fed on her every thought. Unease was itching unbearably at the back of her mind.
She walked over to the bed, a dangerous glint that came from her irritation flashed in her enchanting pair of eyes.
She then tore off Zayne’s clothes roughly...
Pain joined the chaos that was her train of thought.
Looking at the messy room, Josephine jolted up.
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