Chapter 115

In the middle of the dance floor, the cocktail finally kicked in. Alice felt woozy, her balance shot. She was barely staying upright when someone bumped her. Off-kilter, she stumbled sideways. “Careful there, gorgeous.” The man who caught her was Oliver Pierce—tall, lean, ridiculously good-looking. With smooth moves, he closed their distance, practically pressing up against her. Alice blinked a couple of times, wobbling slightly as she squinted up at him. “Who… are you?” Oliver flashed a smile that didn’t quite match the glint in his eyes. He chuckled softly and leaned in. “I’m yours.” His flirty tone made her frown instinctively. Though the alcohol dulled her senses, something felt off. He dipped his head, murmuring by her ear, his breath warm, “You picked me tonight, so you gotta own it.” Even though her mind was in a haze, Alice’s reply was automatic. “I take care of myself.” “But I don’t wanna struggle anymore. Just take me home, babe.” His meaning couldn’t be clearer. Oliver grabb