Chapter 55: Chapter 55

Suddenly holding Alexa's body weight, Ray immediately got up to hold her. His strong hands moved to her waist gently and caringly, pulling her upright.

There was nothing he could do but keep her from falling down. Her face turned towards him so he could see her red face, and it was definitely from the wine.

He laughed dryly. "Is this what you call okay?"

His eyes immediately fell on the table, previously he didn't see that clearly because his attention wasn't focused other than on her, it seemed like he saw the brandy label?

He supported her body carefully into her chair. Alexa, which looks slim, turns out to be quite heavy to carry. However, for him, who is more huge, this weight is nothing. So he immediately looked at the table and his eyes widened.

Yes, right.

That was brandy wine. Alcohol content was listed; 60%.

Damnit! Of course, she immediately fainted!

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It's true that if Fran finds out, he must be prepared for his ears to be seriously injured.

Finally the waiter was called to clean up the mess. In the midst of his busy schedule asking about the bill and so on, she continued to mess around and move erratically on the table.

Ray panicked. "Wait a moment."

The waiter interrupted, "Mister, the bill has been paid in advance during the reservation. You can leave in peace."

"Isn't it free?"

The waiter was confused.

Ray Ray didn't want to answer and ordered him to leave. Just as he intended to support her, a pair of arms pulled him so that he slumped down. He was right on top of her, unable to move. The smell of alcohol from the breath beneath him was so strong. Under the gaze of the people, he didn't know what to do.

"Alexa, come on, we'll go back first."

The fingers tied him like a dead rope.

The nape of his neck was pressed continuously downwards so that their noses touched. Ray was confused about where to put his hands, so he held on to the chair. From this close distance, her face was very innocent and delicate. Her eyelashes cast butterfly-like shadows on her cheeks. Her eyebrows were thick and beautifully carved and sharp.

And her lips … her lips were so ….

Ray closed his eyes for a moment because of a strange thought that suddenly flashed through him.

"No, what was I thinking?" He shook his head.

He slid his hands under her knees and back, lifting her easily into the air. The drunk woman mumbled a lot of things, making several people who heard her giggle.

She said things like; 'Fillo, it doesn't matter if boys play with Barbies!', 'Fillo, don't draw mountains anymore! Don't draw him, you little ... uh, just draw me, your pretty mom! Okay? Okaaaayyyyy?', and so on.

While this was happening, her lips pursed in annoyance and her legs moved in his arms, making it difficult for him.

He didn't even have time to think about who she meant by 'him'?

"Alexa, don't move." Ray gripped her thighs tightly.

"Ah, it hurts! Let go! L-Let me go!"

Ray shook his head in concern.

“Let go of me … bastard …”

Hm?

Bastard?

Ray didn't know why, but it was as if something just flashed through his brain and made his head throb. Not in just one or two ways, as if an old film reel was playing in his mind, but it was blurry and chaotic.

His movement stopped. As time went on, the more dizzy he felt.

"I should have listened Fran in not drinking even one sip," he muttered.

Staggering, he headed towards the car park. Adam, who saw him, approached quickly, he was about to take over Alexa, but Ray stopped him.

"Go to the nearest hotel."

Adam felt strange, but didn't comment.

But for as long as Ray had known Adam, he knew the man was curious, he thought about explaining it so that Adam wouldn't imagine strange things. "There's Fillo at home, don't let him see his mother like this, or his pure mind will be disturbed."

Small children always imitate everything their parents do. In any part of the world, habits are the same. Ray didn't want Fillo to learn things he shouldn't in his childhood, he didn't want to burden a child's mind with something wrong.

As usual, Adam did not say anything and carried out orders.

The location of the hotel from the restaurant seems quite far. Ray felt so long, that his head started to feel uncomfortable and the pain returned. He thought about what had crossed his head. Wondering if it's some kind of superhuman future memory?

He complained and massaged his temples which were hurting like crazy.

"Hey ..."

Hearing this, he turned around. Her eyes stared at him wistfully, her body straightened, and she seemed to be about to advance. "Hug me."

"You want a drink?" Ray asked, grinning.

The water bottle was taken from the car pocket, still tightly sealed. When he opened it, he wasn't even finished when his tie was pulled to the side. The nearby her eyes were extremely red, as if there were flames of suffering burning within them.

While she was pulling him, her other hand pulled her sleeve down. "H-Hot."

"Adam, turn up the AC."

Adam complied.

Ray held Alexa's hands. "Wait, Lexa. Your clothes will tear if you do that. Hold on a little longer, okay?"

Dealing with a drunk person is the same as dealing with a hyperactive child. Ray had understood that a long time ago, and he felt a little déjà vu. It was as if he had been in this position before.

In the past, Hailey, was the strongest drinking woman he had ever known, so he had never experienced anything like this with her.

This is also the reason why the man who trapped her on the cruise ship needed sleeping pills to paralyze her.

Ugh.

So, who has he been in this position with?

"You're growing a beard now? So sexy, Bryan."

"Bryan?" His lips twitched at this name. "I am Ray, remember?"

Her face looked dazed. She squinted. Butting him as if she wanted to kiss him. But, she did kiss him after that. Instead of kissing the dragonfly sticking to the water, she actually inserted her tongue forcibly.

Ray couldn't move.

Between the sweet and tangy taste, he originally wanted to break away. It's just that he's a man who can't control his desire for the woman he likes. His hand went up to the back of her head, pushing her tiny body back so that he felt on top.

The kiss didn't stop until they both heard the click of their tongues. The heat has merged into one, even the cooler was not functioning normally.

They burn in fire.

Their tongues playing skillfully in there made them both lost in pleasure.

"Bryan, ah ..." Alexa pulled her head away.

His kisses moved from her lips to her exposed neck, saying, "My name is Ray, Alexa."

In the midst of the heat, she sighed. "Did your name change from Bryan to Bray?"

That sentence was like a sudden switch for him, he immediately stopped like a disco light being turned off. His body stiffened stiffly. Sharp pain spread from his head to all his fingertips, like being pricked by needles.

"Bray?"

He let go of her, as if he didn't know her at all and looked dazed.

Only one thing kept going through his mind;

Where had he heard that name? Somewhat familiar.

... to be continued ...