Although Seraphina Quinn had showered and brushed her teeth thoroughly, she'd had a lot to drink tonight, so the smell of alcohol on her was strong.
It was especially noticeable when she spoke.
"Get off me..." Seraphina Quinn had been filming for nearly a month straight. She was so tired she could barely move a finger and was in no state to deal with Damian Fairchild. "I don't feel well..."
Before she could finish, Damian Fairchild grabbed her chin, his voice laced with anger. "You've been drinking?"
Seraphina Quinn swatted at his hand. "What's it to you?"
Her words made Damian Fairchild want to strangle her.
'What's it to me?'
He had painstakingly restrained himself for a month, just to wait for her ovulation period so they could sleep together and have a son.
And what did she do? Come back reeking of alcohol. How were they supposed to conceive a child like this?
Damian Fairchild was furious. "Who gave you permission to drink?"
