Drunk Arielle
Upon entering the house, Vinson saw that the vase on the dining table was shattered all over the floor.
Arielle was standing on the side with panic written all over her face.
“Sannie!”
Vinson quickly placed the stuff down and rushed to her side, grabbing her hand as he asked, “Are you
hurt?”
Arielle simply brushed his arm off and pointed at the broken vase while mumbling, “Broken… He’s
broken…”
Vinson examined her hand thoroughly to make sure she was uninjured before breathing a sigh of relief.
“It’s just a vase. Don’t worry about it.”
Although that vase was an antique worth tens of millions, Vinson couldn’t care less about it as long as
Arielle was all right.
After all, a vase was nothing compared to his wife.
Arielle seemed oblivious to what he said and sank to the floor. With a blank look in her eyes, she
mumbled, “Broken… He’s broken…”
Confused as to what was going on, Vinson knelt down beside her and asked with a smile, “What’s
gotten into you? It’s just a vase! Why are you being so upset about it?”
Tears began flowing down Arielle’s cheeks seconds later, much to his surprise.
“Sannie?”
Arielle ignored him and began sobbing while staring at the floor. “I broke Vinson… I broke him…”
After a brief moment of confusion, Vinson seemed to have realized what was going on.
He grabbed her by the chin and turned her head toward him, only to see a blank gaze and flushed
cheeks that indicated intoxication.
How did she get so drunk from such a tiny sip? I know she said she can’t hold her liquor, but this is a
little ridiculous…
Vinson waved his other hand in front of her face and asked, “Look at me, Sannie! Can you recognize
me?”
Arielle squinted at him for a few seconds before shaking her head. “I don’t know you…”
Wow… She’s so drunk that she can’t even recognize her husband… Looks like I’ll have to keep her off
the booze just like the Wilhelms did! Vinson thought to himself while grabbing Arielle by the arm to help
her up.
“Come on, Sannie. Let’s go wash your face in the bedroom.”
“No…” Arielle shoved him away all of a sudden, catching him completely off guard.
Vinson quickly held his hand out to break his fall, only to cut his palm on a piece of broken vase that
was lying on the floor.
He glance at his palm in response when he felt the sharp pain and saw that it was all bloody.
Even so, he reached out to help Arielle up again.
Her eyes lit up when she saw the blood on his hand.
“Water!”
“Huh?” Vinson stared at her in confusion. “Are you saying this is water?”
“I’m so thirsty…” Arielle simply mumbled, a pleading look on her face.
“All right, let’s go get you a glass of—”
Vinson was cut off when Arielle grabbed his hand and began licking the blood off his palm.
The feeling of her soft tongue on his skin gave him a tingling sensation all over and gave him an
erection instantly.
“Sannie… You mustn’t lick this… It’s dirty…” he said in a hoarse voice.
However, Arielle tightened her grip on his hand when he tried to pull it away and even scolded him for
it, “Stop being so petty!”
She then went back to licking it while Vinson stared at her speechlessly.
This time, she placed one of his fingers into her mouth.
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