"Don't be stupid, your drunkard."
"Is that what I'm being?", he giggled.
We had reached my place with the help of a taxi. Who knew my boss would be a drunkard crying on my shoulders and holding me, like his piece of bark, till we reached. The taxi driver, thankfully, didn't notice him since I had taken his suit and crushed it over his face.
"Your husband seems to be drunk"
I laughed, quite uncomfortable and paid him from his purse, before making it till the stairs.
I clicked my tongue and grabbed the keys from the receptionist. She looked at him again and this time, he grabbed me by the chest and laughed,
"She is mine....missus...?"
"A-a-a-asha...
'Missus Ashaaaa", I dragged a drunk man from the eyes of a rather blushing girl of eighteen, up the stairs into my room. It was diffi
