Chapter 38

Max's POV

My pulse twisted as I saw how drunk Priscilla was. I hadn't expected her to be this intoxicated. My eyes scanned the club, where all male gazes were fixated on her barely dressed figure. She wore a body-hugging mini-dress made of black sequins, featuring a plunging neckline and thin spaghetti straps. The dress had a low back with crisscrossing straps, adding a touch of sexiness. Its hemline hit mid-thigh, making it perfect for her body. I swallowed hard; she looked incredibly attractive. I immediately pushed that thought away.

"Priscilla, have you been drinking?" I asked, attempting to sound stern. However, her innocent gaze as she placed the bottle on the table made me lose all my power to yell at her.

"Me and drinking? Never, I'm not drinking," Priscilla slurred, her eyes lowering. She tried to stand up but lost her balance and fell back onto the couch.

"Brother, please don't be mad. We were just having fun!" Liz slurred, clearly intoxicated herself. She was the one who had brought Priscilla to the club, knowing well that pregnant women weren't allowed to drink.

"Nicolas is going to pick you up right now," I told Liz sternly. I bent down to Priscilla, scooping her into my arms. She quickly wrapped her arms around my neck. I walked out of the club with her in my arms, noticing people snapping pictures of us and murmuring amongst themselves. But I didn't care.

"Max," Priscilla slurred. She was so drunk; it was hard to believe that the person who often lectured me about drinking was in this state. "P-Please, don't yell at me, or else the baby will start to cry along with me, you know," Priscilla said, her voice sounding childlike. I remained silent. I knew that if I said something, she would become even angrier.

"Max, do you know how attractive you look when you're angry? I think you should stay angry like this," Priscilla mumbled. I frowned. Why would she say that? Of course, she was drunk. I should ask her some questions; she won't remember anything in the morning.

"Priscilla, what do you think about me?" I asked as we walked to the car.

"I think you are very handsome, hot, and attractive. Any girl would fall head over heels in love with you," Priscilla said in her drunken state. Of course, I was handsome, and I knew that very well.

"But I hate you so much. You got me pregnant without my permission, and now your wife and Aunt are troubling me. The world is calling me names, all because of you. You don't even trust me; you think I'm a thief and a street kid. You're just like everyone else, pretending to like me because I'm carrying your baby. I wish my mom was still alive; she was the only person who loved me," Priscilla mumbled, appearing to fall asleep.

Reaching the car, I placed her in the back seat. I walked to the other side and got in, sitting next to her. She was fast asleep.

The driver started the car.

After 30 minutes, the driver parked in front of the mansion. I got out of the car, walked to the other side, and scooped Priscilla in my arms before heading inside the house.

"Max, what is this? Where are you coming from so late at night with this lowlife?" Auntie Suzie asked as soon as I entered the house. I let out a sigh, not wanting to deal with her lectures and family traditions.

"Auntie, please go to sleep, or you'll start aging before your time. Just leave me alone, please," I said, making my way upstairs to Priscilla's room.

Upon reaching the room, I gently placed Priscilla on the bed. Just as I was about to tuck her in with a blanket, she unexpectedly sat up, her eyes wide open. Bursting into laughter, she made me shake my head in disbelief.

"Max, did you think I was sleeping?" she asked between fits of laughter.

"You should go to sleep, you're far too drunk," I suggested, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

"I don't want to sleep, I want to do something else," Priscilla declared, swiftly maneuvering herself onto my lap, her legs entwined around me. My heart began to race against my chest, her gaze locked firmly with mine. I swallowed hard, feeling an overwhelming mixture of nerves and desire.

"Priscilla, you're playing with fire!" I warned, but I couldn't bring myself to push her away. I had lost all control over my body.

"I'm not afraid of being burned by the fire of desire," Priscilla responded, her eyes still fixed on mine. I couldn't tear my gaze away from her, and my self-control started to slip away. She leaned in closer, our lips meeting, and I could feel the warmth of her breath mingling with mine. The taste of red wine lingered on her lips, heightening the intoxicating moment. As she settled onto my lap, her legs wrapped firmly around me, the intensity of it all grew. Her lips were soft, and the taste of her desire consumed me entirely. Time seemed to stand still as we surrendered ourselves to the passion. Instead of resisting, I found myself being pulled even further into the magnetic kiss. It was a sensation, unlike anything I had ever experienced before.

Priscilla was the first to break away from the kiss, her face flushed both from alcohol and desire.

She quickly rose from the bed and rushed to the bathroom, and I followed closely behind. I knew she needed to purge all the alcohol she had consumed.