The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 323

Paul was drunk out of his mind-so far gone, in fact, that when he looked at McNeil, he saw double. Slumped over the table, all he could do was gasp for breath.

Victoria stared, utterly aghast, as McNeil ordered the waitstaff to uncork every bottle in the place and pour them over the men at the table. Paul got it the worst: his own bodyguard yanked him upright by the hair and forced him to chug an entire bottle straight from the neck.

"If he loves drinking so much, let's make sure he gets his fill," McNeil said, his gaze flicking to Victoria.

When Victoria tried to stand, she ended up leaning heavily on him. She could usually hold her liquor, but against five men, even if she managed to take down three, she was still left weak and dizzy. Her only option was to cling to McNeil for support.

He slid an arm around her waist, steadying her. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes hazy but defiant, and her long dark hair tumbled around her shoulders. Even drunk, she was breathtaking her lips full and red, her dress slipping slightly as she looked up at him from under heavy lashes, her expression a mixture of mischief and vulnerability. McNeil glanced down and caught a glimpse of cleavage where her dress had fallen open, her curves barely contained.

"Wait-McNeil-" she tried to protest, but before she could finish, he swept her up and tossed her over his shoulder.

had no choice but to clutch his neck, burying her face against his shoulder with a soft, helpless sigh. "Slow down "she

the car. He pulled out his phone and wired money to the bar manager.

slipping off one shoulder and jacket missing, glowed under the streetlights streaming in through

the engine roared to

driveway. She hurried downstairs just in time to

door ajar and spotted their clothes strewn haphazardly across the floor. A blush crept up her cheeks at the suggestive atmosphere lingering

hovered over Victoria, her dark hair fanned out across the pillow like a silk curtain. He pressed his forehead to hers, their

please," she whispered, her words slurred from drink, her body

haze, a sense of wrongness flickered through her mind. This shouldn't be happening-she and McNeil were over. They had no business being this

Victoria. You really don't want this?" Her mind drifted, her only certainty that the man before her was

leaving, that she'd come back to him of her own accord. But Victoria kept asking, over and over. He seized her delicate chin, gripping hard enough to make her gasp in pain-though the sound that escaped her lips was

don't you dare play