Greg waved her off. “No-no home.”
He left home to go boozing because he was upset with Quincy, and was certainly not inclined to see her… even though she would definitely not be home anyway.
“Well, I guess a hotel would do? You’re really drunk, sir…” Kathy suggested even as she carefully held on to him, while acting kind and understanding.
Greg licked his lips and suddenly grinned. “Okay.”
They soon arrived at a hotel!
As Kathy helped Greg out of the taxi, it was clear that the man was really drunk.
Unlike before, the alcohol he had tonight seemed especially strong… even stimulating.
Kathy had no money, so he had to pay for their room.
Once inside, she made a show of helping him to bed, and said, “You should rest, sir-”
Grey suddenly caught her wrists.
Feigning surprise at first, Kathy resisted just a little before yielding to his advances, and what happened soon after was simply water under the bridge.
After the deed was done, Kathy was clutching at the sheets as she sat by the headboard, her eyes welling with miserable tears.
Greg was left staring at the blood staining the sheets in silence for a long while, before breathing a lengthy sigh. “I didn’t know that you were chaste… but I’ll definitely take responsibility for what I did.”
Kathy appeared afraid, and was averting her eyes.
However, the reason she bled was because Stan had her undergo a hymenorrhaphy at a hospital.
He told her that Greg would love and cherish her all the more if he found out that she was a virgin, and that had certainly been proven true now.
However, even as her fingers clenched on the bed sheets, all she felt was burning spite toward Quincy, who was the reason she lost her chastity in the first place.
That had also lost her Diarmuid’s favor, and she therefore vowed to get back at Quincy-which was what she was doing right now, by stealing Quincy’s husband!
With that in mind, she started to put even more effort into her acting, “I know… You didn’t know. I don’t blame you.”
Kathy tried to get out of bed then, but fell into his arms again as if she was exhausted.
Greg never felt such thrill-he seemed to regain his youthful exuberance right then, and felt like he could. go a few more rounds!
After yet another round of ferocious lovemaking, Greg gave Kathy a generous sum of money. “Get a place to settle down, but make sure that it’s somewhere hidden. You can get anything you want with the remaining.”
Kathy tried to turn him down. “I can’t take your money…”
“Now, now. I’m not just a stranger after all that, right?” Greg smiled.
Although the wrinkles on his face were distinct, indicating his age, Greg was still tall and manly. Even though he lacked youthfulness, he carried a mature sobriety that young men would not have.
Kathy actually did not feel repulsed with him, though it was not as if she cared-right now, she only wanted payback. After Stan had brainwashed her, and seeing that Greg really cared that he had taken her first time, she knew that her plan to exact revenge upon Quincy was on the right track.
As she lowered her head shyly, Greg reached out to caress her cheek.
“How nice it is to be young, such smooth skin…” he murmured, and then asked, “Do you have family? Is there anything I could help with?”
They had just met, but he was now acting like a longtime acquaintance after sex.
Stan had told Kathy to make her story as miserable as possible, so that Greg would love her all the more. “My parents died very early,” she said, and it was no lie.
“I was just a child back then, and I had to live with my grandfather. We were poor, and we only had each other. That’s why I had to borrow from those loan sharks when he was sick… But I just borrowed a grand, and after just a week, they told me I have to pay a 700 dollar interest! I couldn’t get the money in time- that’s why they were chasing me. They would have eaten me alive if I didn’t run into you…”
Greg patted her hand assuringly. “Yeah. They would definitely have done their worst with someone as beautiful as you. Well, it’s fortunate that you’ve run into me-I’ll take care of you now.” “…B-But aren’t you married?” Kathy asked gingerly. “I don’t want to cause trouble for your family…”
The thought of Quincy left Greg grimacing. “Oh, my wife is old now. It actually irks me whenever I see her face these days.”
Kathy raised her brows, feeling cathartic inside just then!
Even if Quincy had done her best to maintain her beauty, the way Greg called her ‘old’ made it clear that her place in their family was just for show.
“Oh, you’re such a bad man, sir. How could you talk about your own wife like that?” she purred as she threw herself into his arms. “But do you think I’m prettier?”
“Of course,” Greg answered with no hesitation.
In reality, Quincy was far prettier than Kathy in her youth, but age simply had not been kind to her.
If she were not that beautiful, Greg would not have been a loyal husband, let alone have zero scandalous affairs.
“Anyway, it’s late-I should go,” Greg said just then.
While he was certainly reluctant to leave her, Greg nonetheless feared Quincy, and was worried that she would throw a fit if she found out.
As such, he left his name card with her. “Contact me if anything comes up.”
Kathy nodded, and he got dressed and left.
Later, Quincy happened to arrive home just as Greg did, and was frowning when she saw that he had not been home. “Were you out for the night?”
Greg averted his eyes in guilt. “Yeah. Had a little too much to drink, and fell asleep at the bar.”
Quincy sniffed at him and picked up the scent of alcohol. “Go take a bath already.”
She knew that she had been neglecting him for a while, and did not dwell on it-they basically spent half their lifetimes together, and Greg had never done anything to wrong her.
“Okay,” Greg replied, keeping his distance from her as he dashed toward the bathroom.
Quincy stretched her back just then.
It was fortunate that she and lan had managed to secure a major project after spending days working hard at Light Group.
Knowing that they would be meeting their potential partners tomorrow improved her mood considerably.
She headed to the other bathroom and took a shower, cleaning herself up and putting on an enticing dress in their bedroom, where she waited for her husband.
On the other hand, Greg was feeling guilty and did not dare to face her, so he dallied for a long while before getting out of the shower.
By then, Quincy was getting impatient and snapped, “What took you for so long? Trying to wash away some evidence?”
She had just been joking, but it left Greg shaking and bristling in fear.
Still, he quickly composed himself and pretended to be annoyed. “What are you talking about?”
Quincy walked up to him then, and gave him a love tap on the chest. “I’m just joking. I’m sorry that we haven’t seen each other much for a few days now-you know I’ve been busy working to keep Light Group together with lan…”
As she spoke, she was basically pushing herself on to Greg, and her hands started to reach for his groin.
However, Greg had just gone a few rounds with Kathy. He certainly was not in the mood now, let alone able to get it up.
Quincy sensed his disinterest, but ignored it because she was confident she could get him aroused anyway…
But got nothing.
“I think I’ve been fatigued lately,” Greg quickly explained.
Quincy stared at him. “What could you have been doing that got you fatigued? Do you even remember the last time we did it?”
In fact, she had come home early to make it up to him, and it was in broad daylight too!
Greg hastily came up with another excuse. “I know… I know you’re tired for our family’s sake too. I get it, and I don’t want you to wear yourself out.”
Quincy was skeptical. “Really?”
Would I lie to you? Well, I can swear it: if I’m lying, I would lose my man-”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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