Stop crying

Just come with me,you bitch.Do you know who I am?You should be fucking glad that someone like me is interested in you!Don’t cause any scene of else,you’ll be sorry.”

“Let me go!”She tried to scream but her voice didn’t even come out as loud as it should.

And she was getting more and more dizzier by the second.

She knew she had gotten drunk when she had some glasses of champagne at the marquee but after she had accepted that glass from him,it had gotten her weaker.

She couldn’t bear being molested again so she gathered up every bit of strength she had left and nailed him at the dick.

Raul grunted in pain and backed away from her.

That seemed to get some people’s attention thereby.

Fabiola felt embarrassed as they started to point at her.

She wished the ground could open and swallow her up.

“Isn’t that Mrs Martini?”

“I thought she had left with her husband?”

“What is she doing here without him?”

She felt mortified.

She was the one that was almost sexually assaulted.

Why were the tables