Page 175 of Billionaire Temptations

“She’s drunk off her ass, Alex. You better get her home. She just downed two shots of tequila.”

“Can you walk?” Alex asked me.

“Yes,” I slurred.

The look on his face was angry as he lightly took hold of my arm. “Let’s go.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you as long as you have that attitude.” I wiggled out of his grip.

“Emerson, I’m not playing games. Let’s go home. Please.” He held out his arm.

I hooked my arm in his and tried to make my way through the club. After stumbling a couple of times, Alex picked me up and carried me to the Bentley.

“What were you thinking in there? You normally don’t drink like that.”

“Can’t a girl have a little fun?” I slurred.

“Yes, but not as a sloppy drunk.”

“Okay. You win. Everything is spinning, and I need you to be quiet.”

“Trust me. I will be.” He turned and looked out the window.

I laid my head against the window and closed my eyes.

“Phillip, how much longer until we’re home?”

“About twenty minutes, Emerson.”

Fuck. The movement of the car made me sick. I heard the gates open, and I opened my eyes. Thank God we were home. Alex climbed out, opened my door, and helped me out.

“Come on. Let’s get you to bed.” He picked me up and carried me as I laid my head on his chest.

“Please don’t walk so fast. I’m going to be sick.”

“I know. That’s why I’m trying to get you upstairs to the bathroom.”

When we reached the bedroom, he set me down on the bed. “Are you okay for now or do you need to get to the bathroom?”

I fell over and moaned when my head hit the pillow. I could feel the alcohol make its way up my throat.

“Bathroom! Now!”

I put my hand over my mouth, and he hurried me to the bathroom. I gripped the sides of the toilet as he held back my hair.

“I really can’t believe you drank so much. We’re going to have a long talk about this in the morning.”

“You really want to go there, Alex?” I spoke in between vomiting.

“Shh. No more talking.”

Once I was finished, Alex helped me up, unzipped my dress, and let it fall to the ground. Helping me back to bed, he sat me up and quickly pulled my nightshirt over my head.

“Lie down and sleep it off,” he spoke in an irritated tone.

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” My head hit the pillow.

Alex

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