Chapter 13: The kiss

Khloe Ferguson staggered as she tried to attain composure. Her vision is so blurry and she's not in her right senses. Arthur stood confused as to what she is doing without further caution, she leaned forward and cupped his face in her thumb. Pressing his cheeks with her index finger and thumb, forcing him to open his mouth as she faced him and pressed her lips onto his mouth…and, suddenly she stuck her tongue inside.

Arthur was taken aback by her sudden action. He stood watching as she kept kissing his lips, her mouth tasted of liquor and her red lipstick were staining his lips.

She pulled away to get air into her lungs and wanted to continue but Arthur stopped her.

“Khloe stop this,” he demanded, holding her shoulders.

“Do you not like me?” She asked, pouting her lips. Arthur's face contorted in disgust.

Then he let his impulsive thoughts take over and slapped her hard.

“You're drunk Khloe. Come let me take you in,” he said. Slapping her didn't bring her senses back. He