"That's enough, Mia Rowen, quiet down!"
Morgan Sanders was near his breaking point with her. Usually, she just had a fiery temper, but after drinking she became shamelessly bolder, and he was truly out of options, "Drink the hangover tea before you start any more trouble!"
"I'm not drunk, why would I need hangover tea? You should know, I can rinse my mouth with eight bottles of beer. This little amount of beer is just to give me enough courage to sleep with you, I'm far from being drunk!" She wrapped her arms around Morgan's neck with a force that sent him tumbling down on the bed with her.
"Mia Rowen, let go of me!"
Morgan was infuriated, the woman really didn't know her own strength. Even in this state, she was clinging onto a man, wasn't she afraid of a man taking advantage of her?
"I won't let go, you're my husband, why can't I hold you!"
