CHAPTER 75 Drunk as a Dead Pig

  "Mm..." Lucas kissed me so intensely I could barely breathe.

  I wasn't sure if he was still drunk or awake, but my mind was in chaos. I pushed him off, gasping for air as I asked, "Lucas, who am I? Do you even know who you're kissing?"

  Lucas placed his big hand on my face and grinned.

  "Are you kidding? How could I mistake my wife? I've always kept myself clean—how could I sleep with the wrong person?"

  I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "I don't know, who was the idiot who got drunk last night?"

  Even in the dim light, Lucas's eyes sparkled with laughter.

  "How do you think she got your number?"

  I froze. Could it be that Riley sent those messages on his orders?

  "You trust her that much? Drunk like a dead pig."

  Lucas smirked and tilted his head, clearly exhausted. He collapsed on me.

  "Tell me, during the thunderstorm, did you crawl into someone else's bed?"