Wasting Drunk
"I've heard of different rich men saga.
So many tales, so much drama, so much intensity,
but yours, yours is different. Not a good difference, no, a terrible one." Alex said without an attempt to hide her mockery.
Her legs were crossed on Eric's bed, her head resting on the upper bed frame.
She slowly sips the wine in her hands while watching him drown in his liquor.
"You are pathetic Eric," she said. "If I had known, I wouldn't have brought you home."
Eric could only roll his eyes at her words.
This wasn't the first time she was saying stuff like this.
He didn't care.
He could've just slapped her to silence, but he did not care.
He had bigger things to care about.
And this useless short girl was the least of his problems.
"You are getting fed properly and taken care of. I don't know what more you want!" Eric spat.
She was greedy. That was one thing he knew about her.