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The man beside him seemed to have other ideas, because he just laughed.
This was not helping anyone.Running fingers through his hair, he moved closer to the table and by this time, Liana had decided to sit down.There was mess all around the table.
“Honey, come on, we’ve got to go,” he said.
“No!I’m not going anywhere with you.You think I’m a doormat.”Right then, she decided to spread herself out on the table.“See, you want to tread all over me.”She sighed and placed her hands on her stomach.“And to think I was falling in love with you, and I thought you were starting to have feelings about me, but it was all a lie, wasn’t it?You were just acting.You hate me and you think I’m boring, and if you don’t ever divorce me and we get pregnant, life is going to suck.You’re going to keep pretending, and now I know there is no way you’re ever going to love me, and I’m never going to have the love my parents had.I’ll be in a loveless marriage, with kids, and you’ll probably cheat on me and find some other woman to fall in love with, have kids, and want to be with them more than me.I suck.”
Diego moved to the table, and Liana didn’t push him away.The alcohol was finally having its effect as she was starting to look a little green around the gills.
“I would never cheat on you,” he said, whispering it in her ear, knowing there was a chance she was never going to remember this.“And I no longer find you boring, Liana, and right now, I hope you don’t ever change.”
Chapter Seven
Diego was kind enoughto hold her hair out of the way as she leaned over the bowl and literally threw up everything that was in her stomach.Liana was pretty sure she had been throwing up now for a good half hour, and she hadn’t eaten or drank enough in the last couple of days to justify this amount of vomit.It was gross.
Even though she did consume a fair amount of alcohol, it wasn’t enough to justify this.Not to mention the unfairness because her head was pounding.What was worse, the memories of last night were a little hazy.
She knew at some point she might have been on the table.All her friends’ husbands arrived and tried to pry the near-empty third bottle of whiskey out of their hands.They probably should have stopped at a glass, but three damn bottles.Not to mention the never-ending vomit trail.After another wave of vomit went into the toilet, she moved her head out of the way, reached up to push the flush button, and then groaned.
“Please, do not look.”
“Trust me, there is no reason for me to look.”
Another groan escaped her.“This is horrible!Why do you even drink that stuff?”Her stomach felt like it was twisting.
He stroked her head.“We’ll give it a couple of minutes, and then I’ll run you a bath.”
She turned her head so that she was looking at him.“Why are you being nice to me?”
“I don’t have any reason to not be nice to you.”
She sighed.“We had sex and then I went and drowned my sorrows.”
“Was the sex that bad?I felt you orgasm a couple of times.”
“You’re not helping.I’m exactly what you say I am.I’m a doormat.”
