Chapter67Drunkenness
Matthew had texted his driver while at the bar, instructing him to come and drive him.
Now, carrying Madison out, the driver had the Rolls-Royce parked outside the bar, waiting for them.
Seeing his boss emerge, the driver got out and opened the door, and Matthew gently placed Madison in the back seat, ensuring she was seated properly before he got in from the other side.
The driver started the car and asked, “Where to, Matthew?”
“The villa.”
By now, Grandpa and the little ones would be asleep, and it wouldn't be right to bring Madison back to The Old Residence in her drunken state. It's better to return to the villa and see what happens tomorrow.
The car smoothly took off.
Throughout the drive, Madison was quiet. It was Matthew's first time seeing her drunk, and he was surprised by how mellow she was. She just slept.
Madison was slumped against the seat, her head lolling about, occasionally thumping against the window with a thud. When she winced at the slight pain, Matthew quickly reached out to support her head, gently allowing her to rest against his shoulder.
Pulling into the villa’s garage, Matthew carried Madison straight into the main bedroom.
He laid her down on the bed. Her white dress and skin seemed to blend into the white sheets, with only her dark hair spread out.
Madison felt hot lying in bed, subconsciously trying to undo the buttons of her dress. When Matthew returned from the bathroom with a wet towel, intending to wipe her face, he was greeted by a stirring scene that left him rooted to the spot, a fire igniting in his belly.
Madison's buttons were already torn haphazardly. Her lingerie was exposed, merging with her soft skin. Below the delicate satin, her porcelain skin showed, with matching lacy panties peeking out. The hem of her dress was pulled up above her thighs, giving her an unintentionally seductive look while she remained blissfully unaware in her intoxicated state.
Watching her on the bed, murmuring soft nothings and twisting to reach for the final two buttons on her blouse.
Matthew rushed over and yanked the blanket to cover her. Madison, who had just begun to enjoy the cool relief, immediately kicked at the blanket with both legs in protest and tugged with her hands.
Holding his head, Matthew's eyes darkened as Madison's foot kicked high, seeing her underwear right before him.
He leaned in to still her wildly flailing arms and legs.
"Ugh, let go, it's hot," Madison murmured, unaware of the looming danger underneath him.
"Stop moving!" Matthew's voice was a husky growl.
Madison felt uncomfortable and freed one hand, reaching straight down to grasp.
Matthew let out a muffled grunt of pain. "Careful," he gasped as he quickly caught her wandering hand.
"What is that? It's so uncomfortable. Get it off," the intoxicated Madison complained.
Matthew was exercising tremendous patience. The heat in his lower belly felt like it would explode.
Despite pinning Madison down to keep her from moving, he couldn't help but be captivated by her naively charming expression, her slightly parted red lips almost breaking his reserve.
In a restrained, husky voice, he asked, "Madison, who am I?"
Madison slowly opened her tired eyes, glimpsing the man above her. "Matthew~"
Hearing her say his name in that drawn-out, seductive tone was nearly his undoing. Matthew couldn't hold back any longer. He captured her lips, his tongue forcefully claiming entrance.
Amidst foggy thoughts, Madison passively succumbed to Matthew's advances, her uncontrollable moans escaping her lips.
Gasping for air, Madison felt Matthew finally release her from the passionate kiss, only to journey downward toward her chest. He eagerly pulled aside her bra while tenderly caressing her other breast.
This sudden onslaught left her even weaker, her mind spinning into oblivion.
Just as Matthew reached to undo his belt buckle, he caught Madison's moist, dazed eyes locked onto him. That gave him pause. Damn it, what was he doing?
With Madison inebriated and not fully aware, would he take advantage of her? They weren't remarried yet. What would she think of him when she sobered up?
"Shit!"
He cursed himself for letting her drink.
After swearing, Matthew climbed off the bed, readjusted the blanket over Madison, and then retreated to the bathroom, where the sound of running water soon filled the space.
Madison had drifted off into a groggy slumber.
After his shower, Matthew glanced at the clumsy woman who, for once, wasn’t kicking off the covers – a small mercy, or else he’d be in for another cold shower.
With a thought, he switched off the light, exited the master bedroom, and went to Quentin’s room to catch some Z’s.
*
The next day, Madison woke up with a slight headache. Sitting up, she saw a red mark on her chest. She realized she had slept in the villa’s master bedroom, still dressed in yesterday’s outfit, with almost all the buttons undone. Looking down, she noticed the strange red mark near her collarbone.
She recalled going to the Nightshade Bar with Matthew the night before, joining Willow and the others. After Willow and her friends hit the dance floor, Madison sat alone, sipping her deceptively delicious drink, which she ended up finishing one after another.
Feeling dizzy, she had rested on the couch, vaguely recalling Matthew coming over before everything went blank.
It must have been Matthew who brought her back to the villa. Considering how messy she was this morning, thankfully, she was under the covers, or else it would've been utterly embarrassing.
They hadn't returned to The Old Residence yesterday Grandpa and the kids must be worried.
Madison scrambled out of bed, fixed her clothes, and rushed to Hannah Garcia's room to freshen up – her toiletries were all there.
After coming downstairs post-haste, she found Matthew in the dining room having breakfast.
Seeing her, he said, "After breakfast, I'll have the driver take you to The Old Residence. I need to swing by the office first."
Madison noted his stern face, a look of dissatisfaction early in the morning, leaving her baffled. Did she make a spectacle of herself last night?
Treading cautiously, Madison ventured, "I had too much to drink last night... I didn't cause you any trouble, did I?"
Matthew looked up sharply, making Madison squirm under his gaze. Maybe her drunken antics had gone too far, or she had thrown up on him.
"No." His short and cold response was flung at her before he resumed eating.
Relieved at his answer, Madison happily dug into her breakfast.
For Matthew, breakfast was a simple affair – milk and bread. Quick and effortless.
"We didn't go back yesterday. Did you inform Grandpa? They'd be worried otherwise."
"I told him."
"That's a relief."
Looking up from his breakfast, Matthew caught sight of the woman across the table, vibrant and engrossed in her meal. It irked him tremendously. How come the person who caused a stir while drunk last night got off scot-free while he had to crash in Quentin Garcia's room and endure a cold shower before finally falling asleep?
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