The taste of alcohol still lingered in his mouth. He washed his mouth thoroughly but the flavor simply wouldn't leave.
"Which brand was it?" He muttered, massaging his forehead to get rid of the headache that had been torturing him since morning. No matter how hard he tried to recall, he couldn't remember how he returned to his bedroom from his study.
It was already noon, and almost lunch time but the effect of the alcohol still lingered in his body.
"You shouldn't drink when you have work the next morning, don't you think?" Zion chuckled.
"When did you get here?" Zayden frowned. "Don't you think you should ask for permission before entering my office?"
"How scary," Zion pulled a chair and sat on it, facing Zayden. "You didn't send Ashley into my room. I had to spend my rut alone! Do you know how painful that was?"
"Don't be dramatic," Zayden scoffed.
"Dramatic… of course. Wait until you spend a rut alone. Then, I'll ask you."
