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Before they reached the hotel, Scarlett Yates woke up from her stupor.
She wasn't fully awake, still feeling the effects of the alcohol, and her head was still spinning.
Matthew Saxon had her thrown over his shoulder, her head dangling downward. Already drunk and dizzy, being carried this way made her feel even worse, with everything spinning around her.
The world was swirling, and not only did her head ache, her stomach was also starting to feel nauseous.
"Stop... stop..." Her stomach felt increasingly uncomfortable, churning like a storm, making her face turn pale.
She tightened her grip on Matthew Saxon's back, gasping in discomfort, "Put... put me down."
If he didn't put her down soon, she was going to throw up!!
"Put you down to continue your drunken madness?" Matthew Saxon sneered, not stopping his pace as he strode forward.
He couldn't fathom where this damned woman usually put all the food she ate.