Missed you
Henry carried the drunk Quinn upstairs.
'Why did she drink so much?' Henry wondered as he carefully placed her on the bed.
Her body reeked of alcohol. Henry facepalmed himself. Couldn't her friends pity her a little?
He pulled off her shoes, and threw them on the floor.
He tried pulling her up,
"Aaahh..." She seemed heavy today.
Was it true that when someone was drunk, they weighed much more than they did when they weren't drunk?
He shook his head; what nonsense was he thinking?
He pulled her up, and placed her on his shoulders. Heaving a little, he took her straight into the bathroom.
She needed to shower before sleeping. He wouldn't be able to sleep with her like that.
He placed her under the shower and heartlessly turned it on.
Quinn turned a little when she felt the cold shower raining down on her.
"What the hell?-" She slurred out.
She then shrieked,
"Damn you Henry!!! What the fuck I'm I doing under the shower?!" She shouted.
"Nothing... Taking a shower, I guess." He chuckled.
"Get me out of here... I'm cold." She protested, as she shivered.
"I don't think so... The alcohol is still clouding your senses." Henry refused to oblige her request.
"Really?" Quinn dragged herself up from the wet floor, and placed her hands on the wall for support.
"Yes, really. So, stay under the shower untill the alcohol disperses from your system." Henry chuckled.
However... He didn't anticipate her next move.
She moved closer and hugged him tightly. Henry shivered at the cold sensation.
'This lady.' Her body was dripping wet, and yet she hugged him, wetness and all...
"I'm not drunk anymore... Can you take me to the bedroom now?" She slurred.
"You are still drunk. Well, I can't punish you." He helped her to peel off her wet clothes and threw them on the floor.
He then pulled her towards the walk-in closet. He helped her pick a nightwear and she put it on herself.
With a yelp, she clambered on the bed. In seconds, she was asleep.
Henry watched her as she breathed lightly. He shook his head helplessly, as he glanced down at his hard member.
Well.... He would have to help himself that night. There was no way he could wake her and ask for sex that night.
With slow steps, he walked into the bathroom.
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Quinn woke up the next morning with a terrible hangover.
'Fuck...' Who told her to drink so much?
She sighed as she tried getting out of bed.
She fell back after the first attempt. She couldn't even keep her eyes open for a moment longer.
"Lie still." Henry said calmly as he walked into the room.
He was holding a glass of water, and hangover tablets.
Quinn groaned as she clutched her head.
"That's what you get for drinking too much." Henry helped her up.
"Are you scolding me? Besides, why are you giving me tablets on an empty stomach?" Quinn grumbled.
"Asking me irrelevant questions, aren't you? Don't take it then. It's seems like you love the hangover." Henry shrugged.
"Wait.. wait." She collected the tablet and threw them into her mouth. She then swallowed a glass of water.
"Happy now?" She glared at Henry. But as she did that, a splitting pain hit her head.
"Much better." Henry grinned and went out of the room.
Both of them were now living at their own mansion. However, the mansion was gifted to them as a wedding present.
Quinn hadn't wanted to accept. She argued that they didn't have a proper wedding as of that moment. So, there was no need to give them a wedding present.
However, her parents would hear nothing of it. They had insisted until the couples had no choice but to accept.
The mansion was a very big one, with a spacious balcony. It had a a gym room in it, a mini bar. You name it .. ..
Quinn struggled out of bed, and without washing her face, she headed to her daughter's room. Why was she sleeping at that time?
Without knocking, she barged into her daughter's room,
"Emeldaaaa!!!!" It's morning." Quinn yelled.
Emelda groaned. She placed the pillow over her head, and said in a muffled voice,
"I'm wide awake, mum. Be down soon." She adjusted her position.
"No you are not. Come downstairs this instant. Emelda!!!" Quinn yelled again.
"Okay, okay... I got it. Be down, soon." Emelda sat up, and threw the pillow to the side.
Her mother chuckled at her reaction.
As she made to leave, her daughter called her back,
"Mum?"
"Yes, love." Quinn turned back and responded.
"Did you check the mirror this morning?" Her daughter asked innocently.
"No, what's wrong." Quinn replied.
"You look.... horrendous." Emelda hurriedly scampered into the bathroom, and locked the bathroom.
"That little brat!" Quinn laughed.
She headed back to her room, and sat down to look at her mirror. As she saw her face, her yell echoed round the whole mansion,
"What the fuck?!!!!!!!!!!!"
She got up and rushed into the bathroom.
The reflection in the mirror just now couldn't possibly be her. The person in the mirror looked....like a ghost.
But...
Why didn't Henry say anything when he came inside and saw her like that?
That jerk!!!
...........
Quinn squeezed a generous amount of shower gel into her sponge. She lathered her body, and stood under the shower to rinse it off.
She sighed contentedly... That was much better.
She soon came out of the bathroom. She put on a casual shorts, and a long shirt over it.
She then headed downstairs. Her husband and daughter were already seated at the table, waiting for her to arrive.
Quinn smiled as she made herself comfortable.
"This looks delicious..." She took a fork and took a bite of the cheesecake in front of her.
She closed her eyes as she savored the delicious taste that assaulted her taste buds.
"Yummy..." She made a thumbs up gesture towards Henry.
