Martin smiled, looking blissful but saying, “What’s there to be jealous about? M
“Showing off, are you?” Zachary snorted, and handed him a shot glass.” This is your punishment.”
It was cheap vodka which cost less than twenty dollars, but Martin was sporting enough to chug his shot.
But while he did, Zachary noticed the red mark visible beneath his shirt, just beside his collarbone.
His knuckles clenched beneath his table, and he lowered his gaze.
There was this feeling in his heart that really stung, but he refused to guess why there was a mark there.
However, he could not help seeing the image of Lulu and Martin cuddling and making out in his mind.
He and Lulu kissed at best, and he knew that she was not the type who surrendered herself to just anyone.
And yet, she would leave something such a kinky trace on Martin—it was obvious how much she loved Martin!
He suddenly smiled, even as tears gathered in eyes.
Martin seemed to notice that Zachary was getting emotional but did not sense what it was that upset him.
Martin picked up the bottle and poured a shot for Zachary, asking, “You alright there?”
As Zachary looked up, he said a little pettily, “That’s two more on you.”
“Nope.” Martin waved Zachary off-he could hold his liquor, but he should not drink when he had a family.
How could a respectable husband go home drunk?
Still, Zachary poured two shots for him. “Drink!”
Martin was wary. “Is there something wrong?”
“Just do it!” Zachary urged.
Martin did not do it, however. “At least give me a reason?”
“Because you’re a show-off,” Zachary snapped.
He tried to keep himself calm, but he could tell that his face was contorted with envy right now even without a mirror!
Martin stared blankly at him for a moment, but he soon noticed that Zachary was staring at his neck and realized with a start.
Clearing his throat, he mused that Lulu maybe should not have gotten so eager and left that on his neck.
Pulling up his collar just then, he said, ‘Alright, I’ll drink.”
Zachary’s voice was quiet but there was no hiding that quiver in it. “If you don’t, I can’t promise I won’t get physical.”
Martin actually understood where Zachary was coming from, but there was no way he would surrender Lulu.
Heaving a long sigh, he chugged both shots, while Zachary poured himself another and chugged it too.
He slammed the shot glass down heavily, smacking his lips and saying,” Wow, this burns.”
In fact, the taste of the alcohol was so hot it burned him in the lungs!
Martin poured him another. “It does pack a punch.”
Zachary looked up at him, frowning. “And you’re still drinking?”
Martin poured himself another as he said, “You have fine tastes. Very sweet, even.”
“Are you talking about the drink?’ Zachary stared at him meaningfully then.
“Was that what you’re asking?” Martin asked in return, smiling.
There was no telling what either of them meant, but they chuckled as their eyes met.
Picking up a shot glass and clinking it with Martin’s, Zachary said, “I guess you’re luckier than I am.”
Martin did not deny it, and they both chugged.
After that, Martin refilled their glasses, and Zachary asked, “Won’t you be crawling home if you get that drunk?”
Martin chuckled. “Maybe!”
He did not plan to drink that much, but Zachary seemed to be in a really bad mood.
If drinking helped, he would stay with Zachary no matter how much he drank.
Zachary licked his lips. “Aren’t you afraid?”
“Nope,” Martin replied.
Zachary sighed, and said, “Honestly, why would a girl choose to be a forensic doctor? She’d be facing corpses every day-isn’t she afraid?”
In fact, Zachary himself tried to stop Lulu when she chose that profession, since he hoped that she would be a doctor instead.
Martin said nothing and chugged another shot.
There were rarely any female forensic doctors, which was why he admired her from the start.
But as he worked with her, he got to see how meticulous and calmly she worked, even remaining composed no matter the situation. And eventually, his admiration turned to liking without knowing it!
One way or another, he liked her now.
“That’s what makes her different.” Martin raised his chin at Zachary’s shot glass. “Drink up.”
Zachary chugged his glass, and Martin poured him another.
“You’re staying over if you get drunk,” he said.
“At your house?’ Zachary chuckled.
Martin smiled enigmatically. “Well, you could-we have two rooms, and we can prepare the bed for you. I’m just worried you won’t fall asleep.”
There was clearly a different meaning to his words, and Zachary understood it right away.
Swearing under his breath, he poured Martin a shot. “Treat her well.”
“I know,” Martin replied.
Zacdhary got up then. “Time for me to leave.”
Martin looked at him and murmured, “Yeah.”
Even as Zachary turned, he was slumping and cutting a miserable figure.
Martin did not stop Zachary-adults were above the need for consolation, though Zachary still needed time to let that sink in.
He waved at the bartender to pay up before taking a taxi home.
Lulu was on the couch feeding Jean, her slender fair waist exposed.
Martin leaned against the door as he watched quietly.
Soon, Jean fell asleep.
Lulu put her on the couch and pulled down her shirt, then picked up her phone to check the time.
“Have you eaten yet?” Martin asked just then.
Lulu turned to find him leaning against the doorway and walking over to her. “When did you come home? I didn’t hear you.”
“I was keeping quiet,’ he replied, the pungent scent swirling around him hitting Lulu’s nose right then.
Closing the door behind him, she told him, “You should wash up before you sleep.”
She did not ask why he was drinking or who he was drinking with-she knew that it must be Zachary.
Martin put a hand around her waist and pressed her against the wall, breathing beside her ear, “Do you still miss him?”
Lulu frowned. ’You’re drunk-“
Martin’s lips were on hers before she could finish.
Maybe he was drunk or agitated… but he was being rough to her for the very first time!
Martin did not even ask Lulu’s permission.
She struggled. “What’s gotten into you… Umph!”
It hurt very much for the first time, and her nails were digging into his arm…
Martin left her consciousness turning dull, and she eventually could not even make a sound.
It hurt below the waist, and she had no idea when she blacked out and fell asleep, let alone how she returned to their room.
Martin had her against the wall, the door, the floor… but his touch was cold and distant!
She tried to push him away but could not-he would only go harder if she resisted, and she eventually did not dare to resist.
Then, she heard Jean cry, but he refused to let her go.
Jean eventually stopped crying, while Lulu eventually felt something warm and damp over herself.
As she opened her eyes, she found Martin wiping her down.
Her expression was cool as she slapped his hand off and got up.
She felt a tearing sensation as she did and frowned.
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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