Chapter 162

(Annabell POV)

I'm in the kitchen up late, taking shots of tequila at the kitchen table,

wearing a red dress. It has one strap up but the other ripped

because I'm mad that Dean forgot my birthday.

We have been living quite fine and seemed to have forgot about each other's sin. We were as happy as when we got married, when non of the recent madness had happened. We were back to being a lovely and happy couple and seeing his change, I've also forgotten about his apparent mistake of cheating on me and we both are now living as if none of us have ever cheated on the other.

Tonight I was going crazy!

I'm on my eight shot. I slam the glass down just as he walks in wearing a muscled shirt and cargo shorts and a gucci belt with tims on. I get up and

stare at him with hate in my eyes. He's holding a bag that says

XX1 on it. He knows what I'm thinking. He walks over towards me

staring me up and down with a look of hunger and lust in hi