Norman opens his mouth, glaring at me, struggling to get up, but I don't give him a chance to speak. "He was drinking and I think he fell over his feet. Are you okay, Norman? Should I get you some water?"
"Dad––"
"I told you to stop drinking so much." Jonathon’s brow furrows. "And what're you still doing here, Cynthia? I told you to go back."
"I was." I look over my shoulder. "I just wanted to get something from the kitchen to eat. I don't have any food at home."
The Alpha gives me an annoyed look, but since I also have to help him in business affairs, starving me has no merit for him. "Tony will drop you home. Get some groceries on the way. He has my card."
I nod. "Thank you."
I hurry out to where a dark car is already waiting for me. Tony, a tall, muscled, and quiet man in a chauff
