Her breath smelled of booze, her cheeks flushed, and there was pleasure in her eyes and at the corners of her lips.
The funny thing is, back when we first met, she wouldn't even touch a drink.
I remember those candlelit dinners on our anniversaries—romantic, except she'd just wave the wine away, saying she was allergic, and leaving me to drink alone.
But ever since Devon joined the company, Meredith came home drunk more often than not.
"Randall? Still up? Heat me a glass of milk," she slurred.
She didn't even look up from her phone. Just bossed me around like usual.
Didn't take a genius to guess that she was chatting with Devon.
He's this genius programmer she just hired. Came in and solved two big tech troubles for the company right away.
And on top of that, he's got that gentle personality and good looks… No wonder my girlfriend was pretty much glued to his side.
"The milk got expired."
I said it casually without even looking first.
She scrunched up her face, pouted like a little girl, kicked off her heels, and flopped down on the couch in a huff.