… 00:13 a.m.
The room was in chaos.
Marcus leapt up from the bed like a startled cat, his eyes wide and horrified at the sight before him.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!"
Brigid didn't flinch.
If anything, she tightened her grip on Scott's shirt as her lips were still firmly—and aggressively—pressed against his.
However, Scott was thrashing on the floor beneath her
"Brigid! Stop! You're going to tear my lips off!"
Scott managed to shout in between struggling gasps.
Hearing his panicked voice, Brigid finally relented and lifted her head with a dreamy, dazed expression. Blood trickled from her nose as she sat back, looking utterly euphoric.
Marcus wasted no time lunging forward, pulling her off Scott with more force than necessary.
"Are you out of your mind?! That's my aunt's boyfriend!"
He bellowed as he gestured wildly at Scott, who was still sprawled on the carpet, coughing.
