It was quite funny. He was the one who said he wanted to break up, so why he was pretending to be so affectionate now?
"Well. Just leave the key here and don't come over again."
I ordered him to leave.
3
Alan's hands had already reached the hem of my clothes. I turned around and stepped back. Then he suddenly pressed me against the sofa, his chest against my back.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I yelled.
The posture was really erotic.
"What do you think?" Alan said, pulling off the tie from his neck and trying to tie me up, "Didn't you do a good job tying me up last time?"
Tying him up? Me?
The system didn't mention that detail!
"Want to call for help?" Alan saw that I was distracted and snorted, "Everyone was just drunk, I'm afraid he can't come over."
I froze for a moment before realizing who he was talking about. The best man Jeff Lee, whose name I only knew an hour before, was just helping me drink. Then he was ruthlessly plied with drink by Alan.
"If you feel uncomfortable, go to the hospital. Don't come here to make trouble."
"Well," he dragged out his voice, "so your new lover is a doctor."
Fuck...
He was really crazy.