Chapter 46 Man on Top, Woman on Bottom
After saying those words, Elizabeth glanced down at Michael on her lap, thinking he’d dozed off again.
He mumbled, "Elizabeth, just 'cause I like you doesn't mean you can do whatever you want. You can't just hurt me whenever."
Elizabeth, a bit taken aback, replied, "Michael, don't forget the gap between us. You're way up there, and I'm down here in the dirt. We can't never be equals. You liking me is your choice. Refusing your affection is mine, and you can't take that from me."
There was a hint of barely noticeable hurt in her voice.
Michael lay there, silent, like he was in a deep sleep.
The driver pulled up at the mansion entrance.
The bodyguard came out and helped Elizabeth carry Michael to his room.
After all that, Elizabeth felt wiped out. She headed to her room, ready to crash.
Just as she finished washing up, changed into her PJs, and was about to hit the sack, there was a knock on the door.
Susan walked in and said, "Mrs. Thomas, you gotta check on Mr. Thomas. He won't let us near him. This never happens when he drinks."
Elizabeth replied, "Susan, go get his personal bodyguard. He seems to trust him."
Susan, looking worried, waved her hand, "No, Mrs. Thomas, the bodyguard tried, but Mr. Thomas wouldn't let him near. He's wearing so many clothes, it could choke him. He sweats a lot when he drinks. Sleeping like that, he could get sick. Mrs. Thomas, please check on him. He might need you to take off his clothes."
Elizabeth sighed and followed Susan to Michael's room.
Susan closed the door behind her and said, "Mrs. Thomas, please stay with Mr. Thomas tonight. It's best to keep an eye on him, we can't do it."
Elizabeth quickly said, "Didn't you say just to help him take off his outer clothes? Why do I have to stay with him? I don't want to be in the same room with him!"
Susan said, "Mr. Thomas is drunk, it's dangerous for him to sleep like this. He might get up and puke in the middle of the night. You need to watch him to prevent him from choking. Also, he'll definitely be thirsty . He can't be alone. Mrs. Thomas, please bear with it."
Susan left after speaking.
Elizabeth reluctantly walked over and started unbuttoning Michael's suit.
She struggled, holding Mr. Thomas with one hand and taking off his suit sleeves with the other.
But Elizabeth couldn't hold him for long.
Suddenly, Michael fell heavily onto the bed, taking Elizabeth with him, causing her to land on his chest.
Michael, in his sleep, groaned from the sudden impact.
Elizabeth quickly got up from Michael's body. She looked at his tightly closed eyes.
Elizabeth patted her chest, feeling relieved that Michael didn't wake up. Otherwise, he’d think she was up to something again.
Elizabeth yanked off Michael's suit and tossed it aside. Next came his pants.
Staring at Michael, who was out cold on the bed, Elizabeth felt a bit stuck.
Back when Michael was out of it, she had no problem helping him with his pants.
But now, he looked like waking up any second.
Elizabeth patted his shoulder and called out, "Michael, wake up and take off your clothes yourself."
Michael groaned, swatted her hand away, and mumbled, "Go away."
Elizabeth saw just how hammered he was.
She sighed, thought for a moment, and decided not to argue with a drunk guy.
After all, when he woke up tomorrow, even if he knew she helped him undress, she could just deny it.
With that in mind, Elizabeth turned her face away, unbuckled Michael's belt, and got his pants off.
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His legs, suddenly exposed to the air, made him involuntarily shiver.
Elizabeth covered him with a blanket, then went to the bathroom to get a basin of warm water.
Sitting by the bed, she began to unbutton Michael's shirt.
Her hands trembled as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt, afraid her fingers would touch Michael's chest.
But she still accidentally brushed against it while undressing him.
Michael's skin was tight. His muscles were well-toned. There was no slack or atrophy.
Suddenly, Michael raised his right hand and grabbed Elizabeth's left hand.
Elizabeth jerked her head to look at his face.
Michael, with red eyes, questioned her, "Elizabeth, you really haven't changed. You're undressing me again, touching me without my permission. Elizabeth, have you no shame?"
This sudden change left Elizabeth's mind blank. Before she could react, Michael pulled her to his chest with force.
Michael suddenly flipped over, pressing Elizabeth onto the bed.
They immediately ended up in a position with him on top and her on bottom.
Feeling the sudden weight on her body, Elizabeth recalled terrifying memories of the night when she came to find David.
She had pushed Michael with all her strength, shouting, "Michael, get off! Do you know what you're doing?"
But Michael on top of her didn't budge.
Michael's shirt was completely unbuttoned, his bare chest fully exposed to Elizabeth.
Michael's breathing was heavy, his eyes red, staring unblinkingly at Elizabeth beneath him.
Elizabeth averted her face. She pushed his chest, "Michael, I'm not holding it against you because you're drunk. Get off me!"
Michael turned her face back, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "Elizabeth, don't you want a divorce? Why are you seducing me? Is this your plan? Do you actually not want a divorce?"
His breath on her neck caused Elizabeth to shiver slightly.
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