From afar, Lowell stood amused as he watched intoxicated Wednesday Curtis knock another shot of vodka. He snorted in the memory of her sleep talking at his penthouse just a few weeks ago.
He decided to nonchalantly walk her direction when he noticed that she’s fishing for another shot. Without spouting a word, he snatched the bottle from her hand and gave her a blank look. She seemed out of it, it took a minute or two before he saw some reaction in her face. He liked seeing that.
"You should be aware of your limits, Wednesday Curtis. You might wake up in a different bedroom again."
"Mr. Sebastian?" Judging from the sound of her voice, his plan to sober her up a bit was definitely successful.
"You're here again." He felt the corner of his lip slowly rising into a
