Reckless Marriage Unyielding Love

Mikayla felt dizzy. Any slight movement would cause her stomach to churn.

Alcohol truly was bad for her.

It wasn't so bad while she was knocking one back. The true suffering cafter she was done drinking.

With Juliet holding her up, she made her way back to the private room. As soon as the door was opened, Juliet

suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Mikayla suppressed her nausea and looked up in confusion, only to see Carlos standing there and staring back at

them.

"Are you drunk?" he asked in a deep voice, clearly annoyed.

Mikayla raised her eyes and said, "I'm fine."

She could at least still recognize him.

"I'll take her hand have Kashton drive the rest of you," Carlos said as he strode over and grabbed Mikayla.

"Oh, stop it! I'll just hire a designated driver myself!" Juliet stepped back and waved to them.

Then, she suddenly seemed to realize something and whispered in Mikayla's ear, "Be careful. Don't let Carlos

easily get what he wants!" Then, she smiled wickedly and left.

Mikayla's head was spinning, but she was still conscious of what was happening. She stared after Juliet as the

latter strutted happily away.

"Bye! No need to seeoff!" Juliet said.

"Juliet!" Mikayla called after her. How could she just leave like that?

The next thing she knew, Carlos had yanked her into his arms.

Mikayla was speechless. 'Is he not afraid that I'll puke all over him with all this manhandling?' she thought.

Feeling her squirm in his embrace, Carlos said exasperatedly, "It looks like | should get rid of all the alcohol |

have in my house."

Mikayla raised her delicate face and smiled at him. "Carlos, takehome!"

"Mika!" he hissed.

"What's wrong?" Hearing him call her name, Mikayla looked up at his face and leaned against his chest.

"I heard that alcohol in the system will enhance the kissing experience." Carlos raised his brows and stared at

the woman nuzzling against his embrace. Mikayla's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.

'Which one of us has had one too many drinks?' she wondered.

Carlos knew what she was thinking and replied, "Don't worry, | am very sober!"

Mikayla's head was spinning. She didn't anticipate that Carlos would press her against the wall and kiss her.

Carlos could taste the alcohol in her breath, indicating that she had a lot to drink.

With their lips pressed together, Mikayla could faintly taste salcohol and tobacco from his lips.

He caressed her waist through her clothes.

Mikayla didn't know whether it was the alcohol or Carlos was too good at this, but her body was starting to react

to his touches.

Then, Carlos broke the kiss. Mikayla stared at him in confusion. The desire in his eyes was as clear as day.

'Why is he always able to stop and regain composure when he's the one who started things? Oh my goodness, |

really want to cuss him out!" she thought. Looking at her charming appearance, Carlos smiled with satisfaction.

He was right; alcohol did enhance the kissing experience.

"Carlos, Mikayla, were you two kissing just now?" Natasha asked.

Her words made Mikayla sober up, and her flushed cheeks made her look particularly alluring.

Carlos turned around unhappily, blocking Mikayla with his tall body. He saw Natasha sitting in a wheelchair and

looking at him innocently.

Without answering her question, Carlos said indifferently, "Go down by yourself! The driver is waiting for you."

"Okay..." said Natasha as she wheeled herself away reluctantly.

She had been sitting there for a long tand saw everything! But Carlos didn't even notice her.

They got into Carlos' car, and Josiah, whom Mikayla hadn't seen for a long time, was sitting in the driver's seat.

Away from the noise, Mikayla leaned her head against the window and looked at Xosa's nightscape. She

breathed a sigh of relief.

Carlos took her back in his arms. "Next tyou get drunk, I'm going to punish you."

"Didn't you just punish me?" After drinking too much and being manhandled all night, Mikayla was feeling

extremely lousy.

Carlos rubbed her nose dotingly. "The real punishment hasn't started yet!"

Mikayla was in a daze. She didn't

understand the meaning behind his words but didn't think too deeply about it: Tflew by as she lay in his

embrace and gazed at the dazzling lights along the streets of Xosa.

Tomorrow, she would be getting married!

BUMS

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‘Damn that Kashton! He's such a fucking scumbag!" Juliet cursed inwardly.

She was already struggling when she handed Mikayla over to Carlos. By now, she couldn't even walk in a straight

line.

As soon as she arrived at the private room, she saw Kashton pull the drunk and unconscious Xavier to his feet

and shoot a wicked smile at the aloot Elvis. "I'll take him, and you'll take her. Cherish this opportunity!"

Then he left immediately.

Juliet took off her shoes and threw them in the direction he had left. "Damn you! What the hell are you talking

about?"

However, she didn't manage to land a hit on him.

"Let's go. I'll drive you home," Elvis said coldly.

Juliet glanced at him. "No need! | can go hby myself."

Then, with just one shoe on, she limped toward the elevator.

Juliet was in a miserable state, but she didn't want to interact with Elvis if she could help it. After all, she didn't

want Brantley, her boyfriend, to misunderstand.

She was always having fun, but since Brantley agreed to date her, she had to keep an appropriate distance from

other men.

She couldn't tolerate others saying anything negative about Brantley or hearing them say they should break up.

Mikayla was the only exception.

Then, she took off her shoe and continued walking.

"Don't worry. I'm not interested in women!" Elvis caught up with her and walked into the elevator.

What he said seemed to dispel her worries.

Juliet thought she had misheard. She raised her head, stared at him with bright eyes, and burped.

"Not interested in women? So, are

you interested in men?" She was joking, but her own words caused her to look at him with curiosity. "Oh, damn!

Are you really gay? No wonder Kashton said you're a virgin! | didn't believe it at first. It seems that not only are

you gay, but you're also a bottom! Damn it, that Kashton was trying to doin..."

Juliet continued to mutter curses under her breath, ignoring Elvis, whose expression was turning uglier by the

moment.

Finally, when they arrived at the gate of Septem Nightclub, Elvis gave the car key to the man in black. "You drive

her home!"