Chapter 147

Curtis's face turned stormy, squinting his eyes as he gripped her chin. "You sure about that? Planning to cheat on me?" Delia stared at him with foggy eyes, clearly drunk, then suddenly grabbed his face with both hands. "Oh, come on, what are you even yapping about?" And without warning, she leaned in and gave him a noisy, totally uncertain kiss somewhere on his face. Curtis couldn't help but laugh out of sheer frustration. He wiped off her drool from his chin with one hand and pulled her tightly into his arms with the other, refusing to let her wriggle away. "Mmm-" Delia mumbled, uncomfortable, and gave him a little shove. "You're squeezing me! I can't breathe!" Hearing her complain, Curtis loosened his grip just a bit-but still didn't let go completely. "Hey, handsome," Delia tried pushing him again, clearly not planning to stop. "Didn't you hear what I said? How about we team up and teach my trashy husband a lesson?" Curtis's face turned darker. "Say that again?" Delia pouted, think