Chapter 50 A Kinky Little Monkey

I was thrown in the car and pressed against Clark's chest as I sat on his lap unwillingly with his hands firmly wrapped around me

"You fucker, leave me!" I yelled, although I felt a bit dizzy. His grip only tightened and I tried to bite him. "Grr... Grrrr..."

I was only a bit drunk and that didn't matter much anyway. I was acting just a little extreme than my usual self, not a huge difference. Good thing that I didn't drink much or else zombie apocalypse would have arised. Clark managed to keep my face away from his arm by tugging at my hair slightly and I continued to act like a leashed dog.

The car halted and Clark scooped me in his arms, while I continued to trash and scream. He swiftly carried me upstairs and clamped his large hand over my mouth to prevent me from screaming.

He said quietly, "hush... Robert is downstairs. We don't want him to hear, do we?"