Christian Achestan's Point Of View.
An hour had passed, and the alcohol I had consumed was finally taking its toll. My mind felt hazy, and my body was starting to relax more than I had intended. I was just about to grab another drink when one of my security men approached, while his face was serious. He looked like he had news, and I was not in the mood for any more surprises.
"Don, the slave you brought, she is downstairs, and well, she is not completely sober," He informed me, while his tone was hesitant.
Damn it. Drinking herself stupid in a place where she does not know anyone, must be out of her mind.
I glanced over at Evans, who was now too stoned to even acknowledge I was leaving. His head lolled back as he draped himself over the VIP couch, a couple of women hanging off his a
