Christian’s POV
I watched Ella stumble down the stage. Her legs were shaking and her stance appeared to be wobbly with each step that she took forward. She was probably trying to go to the bar for another drink. She grabbed the Bacardi shots that the bartender offered her and turned around towards the stage to watch Keane dance alone absentmindedly.
She smiled softly. She gulped down the drink in her hand and put a lime between her supple lips, sucking it softly.
After throwing the lime back in the empty glass she started walking towards the washroom. She went inside, and when she came out, I was there.
The moment she stepped out of the washroom, I put one hand over her waist, another over her mouth, and dragged her in the darkest corner of the bar.
She kept struggling in my hold bu
