Chapter 285
""Not bad! She can hold her liquor,"" remarked one observer, and the others joined in. Another young man stepped up, offering another thousand for her to drink.
Glass after glass, her stomach numbed with pain. Nine young men later, only Michael was left.
She staggered over, his leather jacket the only distinguishable feature as his face blurred into shadows. ""Mr. Michael, you've had your fun. Last one for a grand, OK?""
Michael studied the woman before him. Nine shots down, and that would floor most men. She was drunk, no doubt, but her eyes were still blazing. Her spine was impressively straight, full of defiance.
He chuckled lightly, ""Why should I indulge you? I wouldn't give you a dime.""
""Go beg someone else if you want it.""
Cassie felt a chill to her core. No man had ever repulsed her this way.
She was starting to regret falling for Joseph now. He and his friends all harbored devils in their bones.
Those lurking in the shadows had been eyeing her, and if she approached them again, the consequences would be unpredictable.
Suddenly, the yacht's door seemed to burst open. Through her haze, she could barely make out a man's figure striding in.
She was too drunk to see him properly but, relying on instinct, swayed toward him. ""Sir, how about we have a shot? I'll take a thousand, OK?""
Joseph's pupils contracted sharply.
He looked down at her; her clothing was scant, offering him a view of her flawless skin that assaulted his sight. From his angle, her delicate yet curvaceous body was laid bare, her face enchantingly beautiful, and her lips a succulent red that any man would be driven to kiss without restraint.
Was she really the one being ogled and toyed with by a bunch of men in a place like this?
How much had she drunk to not even recognize herself?
""Please,"" Cassie's deep brown eyes shimmered with the tears of shame. She was truly on the verge of breaking down.
""Is this how you're asking for help?""
Rage engulfed his reason as he grabbed her chin. ""If you want my help, beg me.""
Cassie tilted her head back. The effects of the alcohol assaulted her senses with increased ferocity as time ticked by.
Suddenly, she thought of Joseph—he always liked to hold her chin like this.
His tone was really amusing to her.
Perhaps a kiss wouldn't be so bad if it were him.
She rose on her tiptoes and planted a kiss. ""I'm begging you.""
Her lips found his cheek; she was too drunk to aim correctly.
Joseph stiffened, followed by an even more overwhelming blaze of anger. She hadn't recognized him; she saw him as just another stranger. How could she just kiss someone so freely?
Or was she just that kind of woman?
But before he could get angry, Cassie slumped to the side, and he caught her instinctively as she passed out completely."
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