Chapter 321

"Can you help me?" Zachary asked teasingly, leaving Jessica to wonder if he was actually drunk at all. Jessica was speechless and thought, "Help you? Why don't I just do everything for you?" Was he pretending to be drunk just to get some perks? "Why aren't you saying anything?" he murmured near her ear. "You're a grown man. Do it yourself…" she mumbled quietly. "No. I've showered you so many times, and you've never helped me once. It's not fair." He slurred slightly, letting out a burp. Worried that he might throw up right there, she quickly pushed him and guided him into the bathroom. As soon as they stepped in, he gently pinned her against the sink, grabbed a towel, spread it on the counter, and lifted her onto it, holding her by the waist. The mirror reflected her perfect waistline from behind. His legs were tangled with hers, his chin resting on her shoulder, as his breathing gradually steadied. But Jessica wasn't that calm. Her breath became a little faster. "Liar," she