With a dark expression, Vito snatched a few napkins and wiped the frothing beer from his face. This woman was really something. She didn't seem to register that her drink had made a quick exit onto his face and clothes. Instead, she stared at him like he had grown horns.
"M-m-married?" she stammered.
"It was a freaking one-night stand!" She slammed her half-empty glass of beer onto the table, successfully splashing more onto the surface. Her voice was anything but gentle. Several tables turned to look at them—some annoyed, others eager for gossip.
"So, when you said I should take responsibility, that's what you meant...?"
Using the napkin to soak up the spilled beer, he interrupted her. "You could always say no and continue this conversation with my lawyer."
"You—!"
