If Terri really drank the wine, she’d be nothing more than a dish served up on the table.
“I think I’ll pass. I’m allergic to alcohol. If needed, I can call Valerie and have her come instead.”
Terri tried to step back, but a few women on the couch grabbed her by the wrist.
“You took advantage of Valerie being in Scotland to seduce her man. Like mother, like daughter—both of you are shameless sluts. Who the hell are you pretending to be, huh?”
“Be smart and drink up. If you obediently become Valerie’s stepping stone, well, you might suffer a little less.”
One of them yanked her hair and shoved her back onto the couch.
Another woman picked up a glass of liquor from the table, grabbed Terri by the chin, and forced it down her throat.
She couldn’t break free. The burning alcohol slid down her throat as tears streamed down her face.
Once the glass was empty, the two women suddenly let go of her.
Right then, the door opened.
Blayne walked in and immediately saw Terri slumped on the couch, her face flushed.
Valerie covered her mouth in disbelief. “What happened here?”