Drunk

Chapter 81: Drunk

"So… How long will you keep this bitch in your house, Max?" Aimee asked with a flushed face, looking much different from her usual composed self.

She was simply drunk.

But as her cheeks reddened, her voice became more casual, and her thoughts turned candid, Aimee became a woman Max would love to cuddle and play with.

He didn't do it, for they weren't in a relationship. Aimee also couldn't give him a proper answer, and the alcohol undoubtedly would impact her choice.

Thus, while Max gobbled delicious food, his eyes ate the beautiful expressions of the surrounding ladies.

"Bitch in the bathroom, right?" Max laughed, extending his hand for a juice. He had tasted some beer and vodka, but those didn't suit his taste. Max preferred something else to drink instead.

And while he asked such a question, Rosangela fixed her eyes on him, squinted so much that she barely could see him. She felt like Max asked such a question because of her.