As he walked closer, the overwhelming stench of alcohol hit her in the face.
Claudia Ross pinched her nose and shook her head in disdain. "Why would you drink so much? You reek of booze, it's disgusting."
"Disgusting?" Wyatt Perry grumbled unhappily. "You're already starting to despise me? You hate me now? I'm going to cry."
That whiny, spoiled tone was eerily reminiscent of Esmee Perry.
"Go ahead and cry your heart out. Cry as much as you want. I'm not wasting my energy on you."
Claudia Ross pouted, crossed her arms, and turned to leave.
Wyatt Perry strode forward with long steps, scooped her up into his arms, and spun her around.
"Ahhh… put me down already, I'm dizzy…" Claudia Ross squealed in alarm. "I'm really dizzy… seriously, stop!"
"Maybe now you'll think twice before looking down on me again."
Wyatt Perry unceremoniously tossed Claudia Ross onto the bed, then pounced on her, starting to kiss and nibble her all over.
