Xavier’s POV
“Easy on your feet, Xavier. I told you to reduce the bottles but you didn’t listen.” Louis grumbled as he led me into the quarters.
“The alcohol was nice and I couldn’t say no to it.” I slurred as Louis adjusted my hand around his shoulder. “Are we home? Where’s everyone?”
“They’re asleep, and you have to keep your voice down or you’re going to wake everyone.”
I hiccupped as I glanced around. The house was empty except for the occasional sounds of the fans. “I need more bottles. Can we go to the kitchen? I have a wine collection in one of the cabi…cabinets."
He held me as I began to turn. “You don’t need more bottles, but your bed and a glass of water.”
“I am not interested, Louis!” I yelled, stamping my feet. “Let me go right now. I order you.”
“No, I a
