Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 27

Chapter 26 “Down this bottle, and It’s on me,” drawled Gage Slater, Nola’s second uncle, the infamous sexual

predator of Jindale City, the epitof a sleazebag. Hideous, disliked, yet a notorious player. Elysia didn’t know

him from Adam, and she blinked in confusion at his proposition. “Me? Drink It?” “Yep, you. Not a drop left, you

hear?” “But... isn’t that a bit appropriate? It's your tab, and this bottle isn’t cheap.* “When | say it’s fine, it's fine.

This bottle’s a grand, you drink it, it's on my dime.” As Gage spoke, his lecherous gaze roamed over Elysia,

unashamedly ogling her. Elysia realized she’d run into a real lowlife. She fought the urge to punch him and

forced out an apologetic grin, instead “Sorry, but | had scold medicine before coming here. Can’t mix it with

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alcohol.” The man’s mood soured at her excuse. “Then take the bottle with you. We don’t want it.” Elysia was

stunned. “The bar has rules. Once a bottle’s opened, it can’t be returned.” “Heh, did | ask you to open it? You

decided to open it on your own. If it can’t be returned, you're footing the bill.” Elysia held back her anger and

said, “You askedto open it; that’s why | dared to. There should be security cameras in this room to check.” At

that, the rm erupted into laughter, “You can tell she doesn’t get out much. Security cameras at a bar? What if

someone wants a little privacy for sfun? Ha!” Elysia’s lips quivered, speechless, her fists clenched tightly as

she silently seethed. She had never been to a place like this before! Someone chimed in, “Honey, Mr. Slater

taking a shine to you is your lucky day. Drink up, and don’t be ungrateful. Do you even know who Mr. Slater is?

He could scare you stiff! But hey, if you keep him happy, you could be set for life.” Elysia realized this greasy old

man was someone of status. They were about to cheat her, and if she fought back, she knew she’d be at a

disadvantage. The average Joe always loses against big money. The bottle cost a hundred grand, which was a

year's salary for many, yet only a mere evening's pleasure for the wealthy. What could she possibly do against

them? had to cover that cost, she might as well be dead. She didn’t have that kind of money. After a few seconds

of silence, Elysia managed another apologetic smile, “My mistake, Mr. Slater. It’s really loud here, so how about

we go somewhere quieter to chat?” Gage’'s interest was piqued at her suggestion, a lecherous chuckle escaping

him as he rose to his feet. “Sure, let's find a nice quiet spot for a... deep conversation.” The room hooted, “Yeah,

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go deep, real deep! Ha!” Elysia felt sick to her stomach but kept her composure as she walked out. Tarquin

stepped out of the elevator just in tto see Elysia slip through the service door. He stood there, his expression

inscrutable. Moments later, Gage exited the room, hurriedly following behind her, muttering, “Baby, I'm coming,

hehe.” Behind the safety door of the bar was a place where stories unfolded. Dimly lit and sparsely populated, it

was the go-to spot for the desperately thirsty to quench their desires. | like your style, babe. You hadat hello.

I'll treat you right, don’t worry. Makehappy, and you'll be rewarded. Just look at those lips... get on your

knees and put them to use...” The words were loaded with innuendo. Lowell, uncomfortable, said, “It’s Ms.

Thorne and Gage...” A scream suddenly pierced the air. owell’s face turned pale. “Tarquin, Ms. Thorne might be

in trouble.” arquin frowned, reluctant to get involved, but thinking of Elijah, he quickened his pace owards the

commotion. nd then he witnessed a scene beyond belief...