"What did he do crazy again?" Anna asked irritated. She was sick of Paxton's madness. If it were up to her, she would have told him 'enough' by now. They were in the room and Walton was throwing Steve onto the bed.
"He didn't do something stupid with one of the girls, did he?" Karl worried.
"No. I checked the monitoring. He came back to the hotel right after us. That boy, Martin, brought him ... "
They looked at each other in terror. Then they looked at Paxton, who was just sitting down.
"Steve ..." Anna walked over to him. As she bent down, he unceremoniously grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the bed. Within seconds, she was under him. Karl didn't even have time to react, but there was no need to. Anna pushed Paxton away with one strong gesture and, standing up, punched him in the face.
"Anna, are you okay?" Walton became concerned, giving Steve a murderous glare.
"Who do you think I am? Do you think I can't handle a persistent drunk? "
