Chapter 317
"Thanks a bunch!"
I strolled in, and the living room was all cleaned up—stockings and underwear that definitely weren't mine were all put away.
Right then, Linda walked out. She had makeup on, but you could still see the tiredness in her eyes.
She was holding a coffee, sitting on the couch, giving me a look that could kill, while Grace lounged next to her, looking all lazy.
I was sweating bullets, wondering if Linda remembered anything from last night.
The vibe was super tense. The room was dead quiet. Only Linda sipping her coffee broke the silence. I stood there, feeling like I was on trial.
I was freaking out.
"Mrs. Foster, aren't we heading back to the office?"
"No rush."
She put down her coffee and stared me down, "John, did you drive us home last night?"
"Yeah, you were both wasted, so I drove you back."
"Anything happened after that?"
I played dumb, "Nope, you both puked on me. After dropping you off, I went home to clean up."
"Is that so?"
She suddenly smirked, "But I remember you hitting me in the car last night!"
I was floored, "Mrs. Foster, no way! You must be mistaken because you were drunk!"
"Is that so?"
She slammed the table, "John, how dare you!"
I said, all innocent, "Mrs. Foster, I swear I didn't do anything!"
"You're still lying. Did you stay here and assault us?"
She couldn't even finish her sentence, then glared at me, "Was it you?"
In my head, I was like, of course it was me. I saw how hot you both were last night and even left some evidence.
I spent the whole night with you two.
I remembered how you both were all over me, like pets fighting for attention.
"Really, I just dropped you off and went home. Mrs. Foster, I wouldn't dare! Even if you let me, I wouldn't dare!"
I waved my hands frantically, looking scared out of my mind.
"Was I dreaming last night?" Linda frowned.
Grace chimed in, "I told you not to mix your drinks. You must've been really drunk!"
Linda sighed, "But that dream felt so real. I woke up sore all over. My face, my butt, everything hurts. You were too wild."
Grace sighed too, "Same here!"
Listening to them, I didn't dare say a word. Last night was wild and crazy.
Maybe I got a bit carried away.
But the way they begged for mercy was unforgettable.
Lost in my thoughts, Linda suddenly spoke, "John, you must've had a blast last night!"
"It was okay."
As soon as I said that, I realized I messed up big time and felt terrified!
My heart was pounding. I was so careless!
I didn't expect them to catch on.
I swallowed hard, then saw their angry eyes on me.
"Mrs. Foster, calm down, let me explain!"
"Explain what?" Grace was so mad she jumped on me, catching me off guard and knocking me down.
After Grace, Linda also jumped on me, scratching and clawing. I had to cover my face, but my arms were getting scratched up bad.
"You jerk, taking advantage of me when I'm drunk? You're so dead!"
My arms were on fire from the pain.
"Let go! It freaking hurts!"
I was scared out of my mind!
"Let go, damn it!"
I was pissed too, so I shoved her off me. Grace hit the floor, her nightgown straps slipping off.
She was looking all sexy, but I wasn't in the mood. I pushed Linda away, got up. My hands were a mess, covered in blood and a nasty bite mark.
"John, you're done for!" Linda yelled.
"Then call the cops!" I snapped back. She wouldn't dare.
Linda was fuming, "You really wanna die?"
"Then let's go down together!"
Grace got up, grabbed Linda's hand, and shook her head, "Your name's John, right?"
I kept quiet, blood dripping from my wrist.
Seeing this, she walked over, barefoot, carrying a first aid kit.
When she pulled out scissors, I freaked and stood up, "What are you gonna do?"
Grace tucked her hair behind her ear, "Chill, I'm just cutting some gauze to bandage you up."
"No need, I can do it myself."
Grace smiled, "Don't worry, I'm actually a doctor!"
A doctor?
I didn't buy it, "I can handle it."
She was being too nice. There had to be a catch.
Especially after everything that went down, I didn't trust her kindness!
"Grace, let this bastard bleed out!"
Linda was still fuming, but she didn't move. She just lit a cigarette.
The vibe got super weird.
"If he dies, we're murderers." Grace sighed, pulled out some gauze and antiseptics, "I really am a doctor. I'm not risking my career for you."
"Then drop the scissors!" I said.
She smiled, and I couldn't figure out how she could smile now.
"Fine!" She tossed the scissors aside. I relaxed a bit, and she came over, cleaned my wound with iodine, and bandaged it up like a pro.
Maybe she really was a doctor.
"Alright, keep it dry for a few days to avoid infection."
Looking at my hands, I couldn't help but laugh and cry. I thought, 'Why do I always end up hurt? Must be my unlucky year.'
Linda put out her cigarette, "So, what now?"
"Do whatever you want!" I regretted everything. I shouldn't have gone so wild. Shouldn't have played like that!
But back then, I was all about the desire, not thinking straight.
"John, is this your attitude?" Linda opened her shirt, "Look at what you did!"
Seeing the heart-shaped marks from my kisses, I was speechless.
I wondered how Steven would react if he saw those marks.
Back then, I just wanted to make Steven jealous, so I acted impulsively.
She even begged me to kiss her!
But honestly, the marks looked kinda nice!
"And me!"
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