Xavier's POV
Drunk Emery was a force to reckon with.
My d**k was straining hard against my pants because of how much she rocked her soft ass against me, as though she were tempting me to f**k her in public.
“Let me go; I'm still dancing.”
Emery struggles in my arms. She could barely keep herself standing.
I knew that coming to this lousy club was a bad idea. But Emery was feeling down, and I wanted her to cheer up; now she was drunk as f**k.
“I shouldn't have given you that damned cocktail; I didn't know that your alcohol tolerance was this low.”
Emery giggled in my arms as I made her sit down. Before getting one of Tony's men to get me a bottle of water.
I needed Emery to sober up a little.
Emery grips my shirt and forces me down. When I try giving her the bottle of water,
