His Cure

Beatrice glared at him before stomping out of the room.

She returned the first aid box and prepared a quick food for herself.

She went to continue her beauty sleep afterwards.

~

“Honeymoon?”Henry sneered at Oscar.

“Yes, boss. They went on..”

“Stop.”Henry interrupted, raising a finger up in the air.

“Make sure that girl doesn’t return home in one piece. It wouldn’t be bad if you allow her meet mama nature.”

Oscar flapped his eyelashes in confusion.

“You mean?..”he asked for clarification.

Henry shot his stare up at him.

“I mean you should prevent her in whichever way that seems possible.”he replied.

“If it’s to kill, then go for the kill. If it’s to take her dignity away from her, then set up things like that.”

Oscar itched his nape, nervously.

“Al-right, sir.”he swallowed hard.

..

Night~

..

“Club?”Beatrice repeated, wide – eyed.

“Yes, mrs Winslow. You don’t like that?.

I figured it might be boring for you guys to stay at home tonight so..”Laura said with a shrug.

“What do you think?”she pressed her lips together.

“Well, since the idea was borne out of good intention, we should go.”Beatrice beamed.

“You guys should go alone.”Gregory stated.

“That won’t do.”Beatrice scoffed.

“Well, it’s totally fine, mrs Winslow. Him not going means freedom to dance with other men in the club for you. Let’s go have fun then.”Laura winked at her.

Gregory turned to them with a frown.

“So true. I will go get changed into something casual.”Beatrice squealed and took the stairs up to her room.

“She is a married woman, you know?”Gregory scoffed.

“Yep. Since you aren’t willing to go with her, she should find other people to vibe with. Don’t worry, I’m here so things won’t get out of control.”she smiled.

He scoffs and went up the stairs.

Few minutes later, Beatrice came down in a short and a crop top.

She’d restyled her hair that was previously in a bun into a ponytail.

“We good?”Laura questioned.

“Yup, let’s go.”Beatrice nodded.

She is the type that detests people’s gatherings but tonight was different.

She just knew she wanted to be away from Gregory, from that place.

And, maybe getting music pierced right into her ears and taking gulps of drinks would really release her stress.

Gregory descended the stairs and Laura and Beatrice looked up at him.

Huh?.

Why is he all dressed up?.

Is he going to tag along?.

Oh, no!

Beatrice but her lower lip.

“Mr Winslow, I thought you weren’t interested?”Laura teased.

He ignored her question and just walked pass them.

**

Beatrice and Gregory stood at the second floor in the club house, staring down at other clubbers as they were dancing.

Laura had gone to get them drinks.

Beatrice was pretty uncomfortable around him.

Why would he change his mind though?.

Laura came back with a bottle of vodka and three glass cups.

She gave one to them each before decanting the drink in their cups.

Beatrice downed it and stretched her glass out for another shot.

Laura stared at Gregory, unsure whether to pour her another glass or not.

Beatrice frowned.

“Come on..”she puffed.

Laura replenished her glass and she chugged that one down in a go too.

“I am not sure if you should get another one.”Laura scoffed.

Gregory gestured for her to give her another shot with his head.

Laura sighed before refilling her glass once again.

Beatrice took a sip out of that and sighed.

“I’m heading downstairs.”she informed and descended the staircase.

“You won’t follow her, mr Winslow?”Laura questioned.

“She is a grown up woman. She knows best.”he answered.

He went into one of the rooms and sat down.

..

Beatrice climbed on the highstool and slammed her glass on the table.

“I need more.”she slurred.

“I’m sorry, miss. You look like you’re already drunk and,”the barman tried to say.

“Heeyyyyy!!! Just fvcking give me a shot!”she yelled.

The barman sighed.

“I can only give you a shot then. Which one do you want?. Vodka?, Brandy?.. which one?”

“The strongest.”she replied.

The barman sighed before grabbing a tumbler of whiskey and decanting it in her glass cup.

Although, that is not the strongest but he did that for her.

She looks obviously stupefied already.

She quaffed it down and stood up, sluggishly.

She moved to the stage and three men immediately surrounded her.

Laura spotted her from where she was and fidgeted with her nails.

She was confused whether to tell Gregory about that or not.

She could use the chance that Beatrice is too busy to notice her now to get closer to Gregory but..

She huffed.

She went to the room he was.

“Mr Winslow, your wife is drunk, and dancing with three unknown men.”