ALINA'S POV
He grinned. Eyes twirling with playful mischievousness, totally contrasting his overall male aura. And well...job.
I didn't see it before, but Mark was a real chatterbox underneath everything.
While he smiled happily, I was sitting in utter confusion and displeasure for literally everything at this point.
"How do you know how many drinks I've had?" I asked,
"This is the official staff bar, Angel. We keep tabs on everyone here, all of which made possible by the collar you're wearing. Your movements, emotions, blood and pressure level is all recorded in real time by that tiny Insignia. So every time you drank, it caught the sizzling of the drink and counted as a glass. Adding up on the pad over there."
My mouth fell open. Eyes fixed on the said pad, just right beside th
