Della’s POV
My eyes narrowed as I watched Mason staggering forward in front of his group. His hair was a mess, his disheveled shirt was untucked, and a half-empty bottle of expensive liquor wrapped in gold was swinging loosely in one of his hands.
He was breathing through his mouth, making his flush cheeks from drunkenness puff like a fish in his every breath while his eyes were bloodshot red like some kind of predator that was looking forward to its prey.
The urge to vomit from disgust as I smelled the stench of alcohol and arrogance radiating all over him despite being in a deep state of drunkenness was increasing within me.
He was the textbook image of a spoiled, uneducated heir who had only known power through his family’s wealth.
After a few steps, he halted right in front of Sapphire, and his eyes gazed at her from head to toe, dimming with desire.
