It was already half past eleven at night when they stepped out of the club.
Drake was so drunk he couldn't even find his way home.
Lucas and Samantha had to support him the entire way, enduring his rowdy antics that gave everyone a headache.
Beauty watched in silence as the usual suave and debonair CEO Drake stumbled along.
She leaned closer to Sarah and whispered, just loud enough for the two of them to hear,
"Who knew he could be this adorable when he's drunk?"
Sarah: "..." This was the first time she'd ever heard someone describe Drake as "adorable."
To her, he was nothing short of infuriating.
"Is he going to be okay?"
Beauty murmured again, concern flickering in her eyes as she tilted her chin up to glance at the back of Drake's head, her expression a mix of amusement and exasperation.
It was her first time seeing a grown man act like a child after drinking—both endearingly cute and pitiful at the same time.
Sarah hadn't seen Drake like this in years.
