Victor doesn’t go home for dinner, though his text to Amelia suggested that he would. Instead, he stays at his club and keeps drinking.
It’s not normally in his nature to be drunk – Victor likes a clear head, solid control over his body. Besides, with his Alpha metabolism, it takes a great deal to get him drunk. Even that night on the couch with Evelyn, she had been giggling after three drinks and he had been nowhere close to as bad.
He had perhaps pretended he was, to himself as well as her, but while she could blame her actions that night on the wine…he had been damn near sober.
But today, Victor wants to be drunk. Wants to lose his mind to the whiskey, to release his worries to the wind, to be blissfully unaware, for a few hours, of what he’s doing.
Amelia hadn’t sent him any te
