Chapter One Hundred-Two

GRAYSON'S POV

"Where the hell is she?" I asked Asher after coming to my penthouse and called me Erika is sobbing.

"She's inside. I tried to stop her but she insisted on drinking," he answered.

I went inside without answering him and approach the living room where I found Erika on the floor. She's wasted and holding a bottle while eating that gross food, that's why I approached her and tried to put her on the couch.

"Get off me! I don't need your freaking help!" She yelled into my face which I smell the alcohol.

"You are already drunk, Erika. You should stopped drinking and have a sleep," I muttered.

She put my hands away and uttered, "I said stop it because I don't need your f*cking help! Don't think I'm not mad at you anymore, after what you did?"

She can't still get over with that scene and I'm still the reason why she's suffering like this. I did what I think is best, but it's still not enough.

"I already told you, Erika. I can't do anything since your step-father has connect