Natasha's pov

When I saw Winson coming in unsteadily from outside, I was stunned.

I dodged Winson who rushed at me.

I turned and looked in the direction of the door.

The woman I invited didn't follow me. What happened?

"Don't look at it. I kicked that woman out."

Winson endured the pain and walked towards me.

I pinned my hand behind me and firmly grasped the quilt.

Just when Winson's hand reached for me, I grabbed the cup and hit Winson's head.

Winson raised his hand to block me, but grabbed the cup, threw it once, dragged me in front of him, and pressed me on the bed.

"Winson,...