Chapter 39
April Tel ford POV
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“Need some help, wife?” He asks with a smirk on his face.
I go still, unsure to how to react…
How did he get in here?
“Oh, she did you bad. Look at your beautiful dress which is ruined by the drink. Was it whiskey?” He arches a brow as he locks the door, right in front of my eyes…
I swallow hard, feeling trapped, at the same time it's the anticipation.
Anticipation of what's going to happen…
“Aren't you aware that you shouldn't be drinking? Your young and, moreover, good girls will listen. They do”
He stops at his steps as he slips his hand into his pocket, but I notice the way his tuxedo coat is gone. He's just wearing his shirt, tie, and his perfect tailored trouser…
“I'm not a good girl, aren't we clear with that?” I hit back, my v
