Eva's POV
Nicholas wouldn't budge. Even if I told him my stomach would explode any time I sipped even a drop of water, he wouldn't budge.
"You're too dangerous drunk. You could get yourself killed." He said. Well, thanks to his 'care', I have found myself sobered up and back in my senses. Nicholas collected the seven glasses of water from the restaurant table which was closed yet functioning at this hour. Almost midnight.
No one could have recognized us except for having a hunch that we were bloody rich business people. Get the pun?
"We need to get you out of that dress first," Nicholas said, looking at my wasted appearance. The blood had turned brownish and no longer crimson.
"Ugh...tell me about it," I said.
"The VIP suite is available, guys. Let's go." Lucas and Alex
