Mira's pov
The ladies helped the men up to their rooms, Alex carried Zoe bridal style.
It was obvious I was the only one left so I had to help Jeremy up to his room.
"Come on." I said on a drawl.
" I'm so sorry, I get really clumsy when I drink this much.
I'm not drunk , I promise you Mira, I'm not drunk I swear."
He said, he sounded almost desperate like he really wanted me to believe that he wasn't drunk.
But he was drunk and possibly high as a kite.
I put his arm around my neck, and pulled him alongside me as we headed for the elevators.
Two women, probably in their late thirties, were in the elevator, as we got in.
Jeremy was sweating profusely. I guess react differently to alcohol.
His eyes were glassy and shiny.
He smiled at the women like the happiest man in the world.
