“Ezra, how are you here? Are you this drunk?” His voice growled, cutting through the air like a knife. His gaze shifted to the men standing behind me, almost half a dozen. His face flashed with pale color.
He glared at my body as if he was searching for any kind of damage. He seemed so disturbed seeing me coming out of the men's washroom. Confusion mingled within me as I pointed towards the door. My voice trembled with disbelief.
“I…I… wanted to...” My words tingled with panic. Even if I tell him, he won’t believe it.
“What were you doing inside?” He grabbed my wrist, his voice dripped with accusation. Edward and Eleanor’s voices drifted down the stairs, which fuelled my urge to escape again. I jerked my hands away from Eric’s grip, adrenaline coursing through my veins.
“Just f**k away
