He Waited She Wilted (Ottilie and Yorath) novel Chapter 52

The cruise ship was massive, its luxurious decor identical at every turn.

Ottilie managed to get completely lost.

The alcohol she had consumed was hitting her hard now, leaving her dizzy, disoriented, and lightheaded.

She grabbed a passing staff member, her eyes glassy. "I'm drunk. Do you have a chair? I just need to sit down for a minute."

"Right away, Miss. You can sit here." The waiter obligingly brought over the small stool he used during his shift.

Ottilie rarely drank to excess, so she wasn't familiar with how the intoxication crept up, hitting harder the longer it sat in her system.

At first, she maintained her elegance, sitting quietly on the stool, making sure not to be a nuisance.

But when the waiter returned with a glass of water, she grabbed his hand and refused to let go.

"Hey handsome, can I feel your abs?"

By the time Yorath and the others finally tracked her down, Ottilie's face was flushed crimson as she clutched a waiter's hand, begging to touch his stomach.

Jevon groaned in disgust. "Look at her. She gets drunk and wanders off to cause a scene. When we tell her not to drink, she acts like we're out to get her. Does she even know how pathetic she looks right now?"

Just as Ottilie reached out for the waiter, Yorath intercepted her, clamping a firm hand around her wrist.

Ottilie winced at the tight grip, her blurry gaze slowly shifting to Yorath. She blinked a few times before breaking into a dopey smile.

"Hey handsome, do you have abs? Let me feel."

Her hand immediately landed on Yorath's stomach. Even through the fabric of his shirt, she could feel the rigid contours of his muscles.

Ottilie's eyes lit up, her mouth falling open in awe. "You actually do! Hehe, let me get a better feel."

Her hand slipped past the gap between his buttons, her fingertips tracing the hard lines of his abdomen inch by inch.

Yorath's body instantly went rigid, the definition of his muscles becoming even more pronounced.

"They're hard!" Before Ottilie could explore further, Yorath grabbed her wrist and yanked her flush against his chest.

Ottilie pressed her face against his stomach, nuzzling him softly. "Handsome, I love your abs. Be my boyfriend."

Jevon and the others couldn't bear to watch. They averted their eyes, pretending the mortifying scene wasn't happening.

Ottilie was acting like an absolute degenerate!

Without a word, Yorath scooped Ottilie up into his arms and strode away.

Jevon followed close behind.

Soren handed a thick stack of cash to the bewildered waiter. "This is compensation from Mr. Fordham for your emotional distress."

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