Greer’s POV
No, I could not handle myself.
I thought I could handle a few glasses of whiskey but I couldn't. My situation became so worse when I couldn't stand on my feet. I had to grip Wells’s car for support. Yes, Wells’s car. Probably when they couldn't reach me, they called Wells to find me. He came to the club and dragged me and Cassey home. Cassey was drunk as hell too. I couldn't even recognise my own stepbrother.
Now we are back at the mansion. Honestly, I wasn't ready to talk. I needed to go to my room and sleep but not until I passed through my mother first. She must have a lot to say about my attitude tonight and I don't care.
"This way, Greer. You are drunk!" Wells reminded me as he turned me to the right way. To the living room. I had to hold him for support. My driver,
